我是个HR，看到了故事的介绍跟流行的HR面试有关而看了这部《生存法则》，看完后才知道，面试不过是个平台及幌子，整个面试中流露出的各种本性在平时的生活也许真的会掩饰得太好，只有在优胜劣酞的快速面试法则中，才迅速暴露无疑。

看完之后，真的很想去做心理学家，可以自以为是地沉醉在偷析他人背心心理的快感中，其实不过是自欺欺人，剖析来剖析去，还都是在揣摩人性的弱点，包括自己在内。但是，挺刺激。

自己也参加过，也组织过很多的类似的集体面试，在这样的环境中，大脑高速运转，人性的攻击性最大，因为机会稍纵即逝，淘汰了就永远别想回来。在这样的一种淘汰法则中，人往往会有错觉，人人都极力竞争的必定是好的，在这样一种冲昏头的观念中，忘了自己到底追求什么。很佩服那位女子勇敢地走出会议室奔向男人的怀抱，很无奈最终原来还是那样意料之中的那种男人。男人，似乎江山和美人是没什么好争议的。女人，感性永远比理性多一些。

这部影片可以挖掘地东西太多，不想说很多。只想说，挺好的。

另外，西班牙文么，很性感！

如果你爱玩杀人游戏；或者爱看survivor或apprentice那类真人秀；或者至少不讨厌翻翻《杜拉拉升职记》；或者哪怕偶尔也要八两句卦呢。。。那么，你就一定会爱上这部弓虽的西班牙电影“生存法则”。

看了简评 发现原来没一个给看明白的，
影片最后 双方都以为对方要获胜 只能说服对方退出， 男人假扮痴汉续旧情， 女人以为自个没戏就将计就计， 约定好双方互不伤害 ，一起离开，而此刻男人也在冒险测试女方是否真情 也顺势而为， 两人在门口相互谦让对方先走，男人又赌了一把，首先出门，女方假装也要出门，却又回头拿外套，故意晚走了一步，把男人设计出屋外， （到此刻才知道女人才是最狠最毒的，引诱老头进入厕所将其干了一半还没射九停止，你以为她纯粹只是个婊子嘛？老头最后也栽在这上边了）

而在站在屋内的女方停留片刻见公司并未反应 才知道自个儿并没赢 只好硬着头皮和以为有较大优势的男方一起走，可此时男方测试以得出结论，女人虚伪，假情假意，男方以站在道德的至高点上，在电梯里死死的盯着女方，女方本以为对方有优势，

此刻才知道原来最后的测试双方对等，都以为对方会赢，所以自个的私心功亏一篑，双方在爱的基础上比拼，女人假意被拆穿，已经没有资本和男人比较谁有资格留在电梯里，所以哭着离开了，

男人则赌的自然是女人真情，则得到爱情，女人假意将其拆穿，得到工作，天衣无缝，所以得到工作实属实至名归啊！ 最后一分钟精彩之至啊，心理活动无比的巧妙复杂而且深刻啊，看完后背脊直冒冷汗啊，全片在最后得到升华，成为别人看不懂的经典

Corporate Caveat: you may become a monster while climbing up the corporate ladder.

Heard of that one before? True, it is not that orginal. What makes it a bit different from better movies in this genre, the likes of "In the Company of Men", or "The Player", is the background of the global discontent with globalization. The day these 7 candidates sat down for a dog-eat-dog, "Survivor"-style corporate job interview, just "happened" to be the day of demonstration against the devastation that IMF and World Bank visited on developing nations.

The "coincidence" is deliberatly planned and carefully crafted by the screen-writer. First of all, looming in the reception room is the invisible ghost of the "Gronholm Method", a fictional corporate screening methodology based in military psychology from the last century, adopted by the Big Bad Wolf of Corporate America, and then passed on to the Europeans and South Americans; a "globalization" of wickedness, if you will. It is also significant, for instance, that the first candidate to go is a wistle-blower with solid track record of untarnished conscience. This is then followed by a lily-livered public betrayal. Then the movie gravitates towards the final scene, the ultimate Mephisto Moment, when the souls are placed on the edge of a dainty scale of the Usurers of the 21st Century. On that note, can you extract a pound of human flesh, without one drop of blood? Yes, if the heart has no blood left in or around it.

There are also clear signs of nostalgia (of which I have mized feelings), preferring the known evil from the by-gone days to the incomprehensible coldness of heart in the younger generations of corporate warriors. The old-fashioned "Iberian Macho", while not a particularly savory character, is proven to be far less lethal and unconcionable than the multilingual, fashionably and carelessly vicious Gen-X'ers. One cannot help feeling for his panicked dislocation.

Chilling.