Thelma: But you are my child!nJessie: I'm what became of your child. I found an old baby picture of me... and it was somebody else - not me. It was somebody pink and fat. Who never heard of sick or lonely. Somebody who cried and got fed. And reached up and got held. Slept whenever she wanted to just by closing her eyes. Somebody who mainly just laid there and laughed at the colors waving over, round her head. And chewed on a polka-dot whale. And woke up knowing some new trick nearly every day. Rolled over and drooled on a sheet. Felt your hand pull the quilt back up over me. That's who I started out. And this is who's left. So that's what this is about. Somebody I lost all right: my own self. Who I never was. Or who I tried to be and never got there. Somebody I waited for and never came - and never will. So see, it doesn't matter much what else goes on in the world or in this house even. I'm who I was waiting for. I didn't make it. Me! Who might have made a difference to me. I'm not gonna show up - so there's no reason to stay... except to keep you company. And that's not reason enough... cause I'm not very good company. Am I?nThelma: No. And neither am I.
Jessie: After Chrismas, after I decided to do this, I would wonder sometime. What migh keep me? What might be worth staying for? And you know what it was? It was if... Maybe there was something that I really liked, like, maybe if I really liked... rice pudding, or corn flakes for breakfast or something... That might be enough. nThelma: Rice pudding is good. nJessie: Huh, not to me.
Jessie: Mama, I know you used to ride the bus. Riding the bus, and it's hot and bumpy and crowded and too noisy, and more than anything else in the world, you wanna get off. And the only reason in the world you don't get off is it's still fifty blocks from where you're going. Well, I can get off right now if I want to. Because even if I ride fifty more years and get off then, it's still the same place when I step down to it. Whenever I feel like it, I can get off. Whenever I've had enough, it's my stop. I've had enough.
nThelma: We're just gonna sit around like every other night in the world, and then you're gonna kill yourself? You'll miss! You'll wind up a vegetable! How'd you like that? You know what the doctor said about getting excited. You'll cock the pistol and have a fit!nJessie: I think I can kill myself, Mama.nThelma: It's a sin! You'll go to Hell!nJessie: Jesus was a suicide if you ask me.nThelma: You'll go to Hell just for saying that, Jessie!
Thelma: People don't kill themselves, Jessie. It's doesn't make sense, unless you're retarded or deranged, and you're as normal as they come, Jessie, for the most part. We're all afraid to die!nJessie: I'm not, Mama. It's exactly what I want. It's dark and quiet.nThelma: So's the backyard, Jessie.nJessie: So quiet, I don't know it's quiet, so nobody can get me.nThelma: Dead might not be quiet at all, Jessie. What if it's like an alarm clock, and you can't wake up, so you can't shut it off... ever!nJessie: Dead is everbody and everything I ever knew, gone. Dead is dead quiet.
Thelma: "I didn't know. I was here with you all the time. How could I know you were so alone?"
很奇怪，这个片子虽然主角最后自杀了，我却反而感受到了一些激励。n看到主角说，假如我很喜欢某一个东西，比如米布丁或者热玉米，我就可以活下去，可惜没有。n我就想到，我很喜欢蛋糕，我喜欢一大口咬下去奶油蛋糕那种甜腻的滋味塞满嘴里的感觉。我妈妈做的饺子特别好吃，我在外面从来没有吃过那么好吃的饺子，好想现在就回家吃一顿。想到我还没有去看过兵马俑，没有去天安门看过升旗，甚至都没有好好的去北京玩过一趟。就突然觉得我还有好多好多想做的事情，我对未来其实还有很多期待。n所以劝一个想自杀的人，原来不止是告诉他现在的困境都会过去，未来一切都会越来越好。更重要的是找到ta想做的事，告诉他生活还有很多乐趣，我舍不得这些美好的东西。
晚上十二点写下这段影评，一个人默默流泪，突然好想我妈，好想回家。
Thelma : But you are my child!nJessie : I'm what became of your child. I found an old baby picture of me... and it was somebody else - not me. It was somebody pink and fat. Who never heard of sick or lonely. Somebody who cried and got fed. And reached up and got held. Slept whenever she wanted to just by closing her eyes. Somebody who mainly just laid there and laughed at the colors waving over, round her head. And chewed on a polka-dot whale. And woke up knowing some new trick nearly every day. Rolled over and drooled on a sheet. Felt your hand pull the quilt back up over me. That's who I started out. And this is who's left. So that's what this is about. Somebody I lost all right: my own self. Who I never was. Or who I tried to be and never got there. Somebody I waited for and never came - and never will. So see, it doesn't matter much what else goes on in the world or in this house even. I'm who I was waiting for. I didn't make it. Me! Who might have made a difference to me. I'm not gonna show up - so there's no reason to stay... except to keep you company. And that's not reason enough... cause I'm not very good company. Am I?nThelma : No. And neither am I.
Jessie : After Chrismas, after I decided to do this, I would wonder sometime. What migh keep me? What might be worth staying for? And you know what it was? It was if... Maybe there was something that I really liked, like, maybe if I really liked... rice pudding, or corn flakes for breakfast or something... That might be enough. nThelma : Rice pudding is good. nJessie : Huh, not to me.
Jessie : Mama, I know you used to ride the bus. Riding the bus, and it's hot and bumpy and crowded and too noisy, and more than anything else in the world, you wanna get off. And the only reason in the world you don't get off is it's still fifty blocks from where you're going. Well, I can get off right now if I want to. Because even if I ride fifty more years and get off then, it's still the same place when I step down to it. Whenever I feel like it, I can get off. Whenever I've had enough, it's my stop. I've had enough.
nThelma : We're just gonna sit around like every other night in the world, and then you're gonna kill yourself? You'll miss! You'll wind up a vegetable! How'd you like that? You know what the doctor said about getting excited. You'll cock the pistol and have a fit!nJessie : I think I can kill myself, Mama.nThelma : It's a sin! You'll go to Hell!nJessie : Jesus was a suicide if you ask me.nThelma : You'll go to Hell just for saying that, Jessie!
Thelma : People don't kill themselves, Jessie. It's doesn't make sense, unless you're retarded or deranged, and you're as normal as they come, Jessie, for the most part. We're all afraid to die!nJessie : I'm not, Mama. It's exactly what I want. It's dark and quiet.nThelma : So's the backyard, Jessie.nJessie : So quiet, I don't know it's quiet, so nobody can get me.nThelma : Dead might not be quiet at all, Jessie. What if it's like an alarm clock, and you can't wake up, so you can't shut it off... ever!nJessie : Dead is everbody and everything I ever knew, gone. Dead is dead quiet.
Thelma : "I didn't know. I was here with you all the time. How could I know you were so alone?"
拍得真好！可惜網路資源的翻譯慘不忍睹，觀看過程像在練英文聽力(但是我英文很爛)。
如果我知道你會死，就不會讓事情發生，如此高傲的擋死之夢，是無法明白親臨絕境的應聲倒下。女兒癱軟沙發上告訴母親：「我試著去想，我所熱愛的事物，但顯然不夠的。」想起《大裂》一書提到：「上帝經常會讓你一無所有，再給你一點甜頭，這點甜頭就是在閉上眼睛的一瞬間，讓你錯覺擁有了很多東西。」
尋死之人悄悄脫軌，卻喬裝留在生者之間。也許有人難以理解，片中女兒為何執意如此？與其說描述一位即將自殺的人，倒是更像早就自殺的人，回頭來安撫錯愕的母親，一切早是定局。
女兒也許不明白，離別前的溫柔與著想，在分開後更加銳利。而母親即使傾力用愛灌溉，那些執迷頑強及掙扎，也無法明白為何挽留不了生命悄然而逝。明明知道我愛妳，妳也愛我，但是愛無法拯救一切，我給妳的愛成了誤解，愧對妳的愛成了折磨。那些無法和解的鴻溝，猶如母親隔門撕心裂肺。真實生活中來不及如此叨叨絮絮，通常僅剩言不由衷的「晚安，媽媽！我愛你！」
Night Mother
开头，平静的配乐，详乐的小镇 白色的房子 灿烂的阳光
平静的女儿，在有条不紊地做着琐碎的日常小事。打电话取消订报纸，洗衣服。整理物品。
如同往常一样，女儿躲在房子里，不和兄弟见面，让母亲去应付与人面对面交往的事。
她问
“爸爸的枪在哪”
“我已经买好了新的子弹”
“告诉我枪在哪”
“是在黑色的盒子里吗”
“我要防身。”
她的眼神里充满了渴望，而这时，她还没有告诉母亲实情。
她找到了枪
她很惊喜 也许更多的是欣慰。
但，你看，她的眼神里还是有一些忧伤和恐惧。不是吗？
慢慢的，她坐下来，冷静的跟母亲说。
“妈妈，我想自杀。我要自杀。”
母亲惊
“是我做错了什么吗？”
“你在生我气吗？”
我不说，你又怎么知道呢？
是啊，我也跟我妈妈说过一样的话。
我说
“我可能坚持不下去了，妈妈”
我妈妈和电影里的母亲一样，先是惊讶、疑惑。
到愤怒 情绪爆发
她说
我其实是想让她去死。
其实我真的没有。
我只是想告诉你，因为，我还爱你。
我知道常人无法理解，同样，我也失去了常人的思维模式和生活能力。
电影里，女儿没办法工作，是啊，我们真的很不堪一击，没办法面对哪怕一点点压力。
而且这种绝望不是任何一个其他人能理解的。世界永远不会好起来，从根里就是怀疑生命，怀疑眼前的一切。
电影里
女儿说
我不想再尝试那些
“也许会好的事了”
我要做一件
“一定能行的事”
That’s kill myself
嗯。对啊。
人们总是告诉我
能治好 坚持吃药。
当我告诉我妈妈
我真的每天都在被反复折磨的时候
她和电影里的母亲反应一模一样 分毫不差
去运动吧 也许会好
去做自己喜欢的事 就会好了。
可是，怎么才能让一切 一定变好呢？
对不起，对于我，只有一条路。就是死。
电影里 母亲爆发了几次，歇斯底里地吼着，她不明白，为什么自己的女儿要这么做，女儿的情绪也随她的情绪波动，但最终，女儿总能回到最初的平静，就像电影刚开始那样，井井有条，就像她还没有告诉母亲自己的决定之前那样平静。
她告诉母亲
“我会跟你说‘Night Mother’然后关上房门”
“人没来之前，你就一直洗锅吧，一直洗一直洗就好了”
“葬礼上要穿的裙子我已经洗好了”
也许是母亲特有的直觉，母亲说
“快，你该给我做指甲了！”
女儿拒绝了她
她企图将女儿拦住
奈何一个老人始终敌不过年轻人
最后女儿奋不顾身的冲向房间，仓促地说了一句
“NIGHT,MOTHER.”
锁上了房门
母亲急了
她说了很多不合女儿心意的话
她还说
是啊 怎么能想到呢？
可是枪声不留情面地响起。
母亲边哭边按照女儿生前和她说的去做。打了电话。
慢慢走到了洗碗池边，认真地开始洗锅。
这时
开头的配乐响起
月色朦胧，还是那个小镇，还是那个白色的房子。
一切又回到了最初。
电影里第二个有配乐的地方。
开头。结尾。
始终平静。
是啊 我也常想 还有什么能支撑我活下去呢？
“如果我爱吃柠檬片的话”
但也许，走向死亡，就是命吧。
写的很烂 片是好片。
不年轻的女儿，有条不紊地调整家里所有的钟，打电话取消报纸订阅，收拾房间，洗衣服，所有东西都摆理得整整有条。我喜欢这样的寻死准备，就像“A Single Man”或是“Emmas Glück”中的准备。有些死亡是突如其来的，地震、火山、车祸、谋杀；有些自杀也是突如其来的，夜深人静突然想死；而这一种自杀则是深思熟虑的，死之前准备好一切，然后什么都不带走。
女儿告诉母亲要找枪，找到后，她说自己准备自杀。于是她们开始对话，不停地对话。或许她们一辈子都没有像今天晚上这样说这么多的话。回忆往事，心路历程，彼此相爱。
然而，她还是坚持要死。
这个女儿是冷酷的。因为所有女儿的生命都是父母赋予的，无论过去10年、20年、40年。关于死去的爸爸、弟弟、前夫、子女、朋友，两母女的最后一晚，她们好好回顾了过往的种种，却挽不回女儿要死的心。
活着的时候，幸福快乐不会主动来找你，但是你要学会去寻找它们；如果你失去了寻找它们的能力，仿佛也只能去死了。这个女儿便是丧失了这样的能力，即使偶尔有一些眼前的快乐，却转瞬逝去，在心里仿佛留不下一点痕迹。
人生，总是要死的，假如一直不死，便是一直未得完满。就像一朵花，种子、发芽、长叶子、花苞、开花直到凋谢，才是一个完整的过程。只是我们更愿意去记住花开得最美的样子。但是真正去爱一朵花，便是该一同爱上它死去的样子。记住凋谢的样子，心里留下的才是一整套完整的记忆，尽管这样的记忆并不快乐。
然而，人生不是用来快乐的。幸福、快乐，都是感觉，就像心魔一样，都是虚妄的。同一个事情，发生在你的身上或许是快乐，然而对于另一个人来说却是悲伤。你无法保证你所做的每一件事都能让所有人快乐和满意。当你快乐时，想起别人不快乐，你还能继续快乐吗？
有时觉得开始本身便是一种悲剧根源。开始做一件事、开始认识一个朋友、开始成为一个角色，便是开始了等待结束。
或许结束时根本就不必撕心裂肺。