每个人的内心都一道心理障碍，就像我看这部片子的前部分，有种说不出的别扭，甚至觉得有些恶心，我完全不能接受一个小巧而精致的茶杯配一个破旧而色衰的巨型茶壶。我多次试图阻止自己继续看下去，但庆幸的是我能够最终和女主角同时发出会心的笑声。
奥修的《当鞋合脚时》有这样一段话，“当鞋子合适的时候，脚被忘却了；当腰带合适的时候，腹部被忘却了；当心灵正确的时候，‘赞同’与‘反’都被忘却了”。在27岁的爱克斯与43岁的诺拉这里就变成“当身体和谐的时候，年龄被忘却了”。
你可以把诺拉看作是个放荡不羁的懒女人，也可以把她看作占有欲强烈而刁钻的典型妇人，而同时，你不能忽视他对于男人内心世界的窥探有着惊人的敏锐性。
对于一个失去丈夫和孩子的女人来讲，除了基本的生活需求之外，其他已经没有任何意义。曾经伤得太深，所以变得麻木，可以放纵地将自己交给一个陌生人。她并不害怕离别，真正让她害怕的是一个人走进她的内心，而后又无情地将它的心掏空，一走了之。但人总有心不由已的时候，这便是后来除了肌肤之亲以外的爱情。
爱克斯无法面对自己这份感情，内心时常矛盾，也理所当然。毕竟人不是以单纯个体的形式存在于这个世界，还有家庭，亲人以及朋友等一系列圈子，如果只是“我想要你的”而不是“我爱你”的那份感情，那么他必须把诺拉隐藏在自己的宫殿里，不容人知晓。
当诺拉问他是否想要带她去参加朋友的聚会时，她真正想要的是他承认她在他心里的位置。女人就是这样，有时明知事情的结果，还要给自己加一把赌注，企图肯定自己的猜测，聊以自慰。
而现实又是残酷的，即使两个人的内心都开始驻进彼此，但生活在特定的环境中，又无法成全彼此。一个女人能在所爱的人面前充满自信，但面对无数个与自己地位和身份悬殊的人面前，你又不能不妥协。尽管有人说“我们没有人对你不满，也没有批评你”，但她深切地知道他们没这样做的理由是，她仅仅是一个客人，而不是与爱克斯有关联的情人。一系列的客观原因，再加上爱克斯本身对与诺拉这份感情的不明确，最终让诺拉放弃了这段奇异的感情。
其实，爱克斯自己对这份感情也很迷惑。但至少她能够在他心里留有一席之地，他在她曾经最深爱的情人的坟墓面前，脑海里也会浮现她的声音。正如诺拉的姐姐所说，她的思想注定被两个女人所支配。
故事的结局是渴望爱情的人所想要的，难免俗套，但其最终想要体现的意义，或许在于爱克斯能真正地面对自己。 人之所以迷惑，是因为他一直在排斥自己，责备自己，而不是接受自己。于是就造成了一系列的迷感、内心骚乱和苦恼。当一切随缘，随心，随性之后，才能得到一个鲜活而丰满的自己。
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　——2009.08.26

[Beep]

 
                   
Maxie, it's Neil.
Don't forget the burgers, pal.

 
                   
Corner of Olive and 18th.
It'll be ready at 7:30.

 
                   
Yee-hah!

 
                   
[Beep beep beep]

 
                   
[Telephone rings]

 
                   
[Ring]

 
                   
[Beep]

 
                   
Hello. It's your mother.

  
                   
Don't forget tomorrow
we visit Janey.

  
                   
You'll pick me up
at the store at : .

  
                   
Hello?

  
                   
[Door closes]

  
                   
Hello?

  
                   
MAN: All right!

  
                   
[Music playing]

  
                   
Max!

  
                   
Ha ha ha!

  
                   
Max! Max is here!

  
                   
White Palace burgers!

  
                   
Hi. What are you drinking?

  
                   
Soda.

  
                   
It's a bachelor party.
I'm getting married.

  
                   
Oh! Oh!

  
                   
WOMAN: Hey, what about me?
I want one.

  
                   
Aah!

  
                   
Hey, Max, some of these boxes
are empty, man.

  
                   
What?

  
                   
Son of a bitch.
Look at this.

  
                   
I got three... four of them.

  
                   
How could they be empty?

  
                   
What's that? Five?

  
                   
I got six, six empty boxes.

  
                   
Shit. I should've
counted them. Sorry.

  
                   
Come on.
It's a -cent burger.

  
                   
I'm going back.
You want burgers or money?

  
                   
- Are you crazy?
- What's he talking about?

  
                   
What's the matter with you?
We're having a party!

  
                   
We've been crapped on, Neil.

  
                   
What is the trouble?

  
                   
The trouble is you don't
give a damn about principle.

  
                   
Are you kidding?
I'm a lawyer.

  
                   
MAN: Hey! Hey! Hey!

  
                   
- Excuse me.
- End of the line's over there.

  
                   
- I'm not buying anything.
- Get in line, Fred.

  
                   
Look inside the sack, please.

  
                   
When it's your turn.
$ . .

  
                   
I don't think
I need to get in line.

  
                   
I already was in line.

  
                   
I bought 50 burgers.
You only gave me 44

  
                   
so I don't think
I have to wait.

  
                   
- Is that so?
- That is so.

  
                   
Look. Six empties.
I want my money back.

  
                   
And how do I know you didn't
gobble up those burgers?

  
                   
Because I don't gobble
and I don't lie.

  
                   
You gave me six empty boxes.

  
                   
I bought 50 burgers.
You gave me .

  
                   
Do I get my money back
or go to the manager?

  
                   
Smell the boxes. Here.

  
                   
If there had been
White Palaces inside,

  
                   
the boxes would stink,
wouldn't they?

  
                   
Honey, my nose is so full
of White Palaces,

  
                   
I couldn't smell one
shoved in my face.

  
                   
Yo, buddy, I'd like
to get my hamburgers.

  
                   
Will you leave
Mr. Astaire alone?

  
                   
He's trying to report
a robbery here.

  
                   
Thank you.

  
                   
Next.

  
                   
Whoa!

  
                   
Are you Jewish?
I'm just guessing.

  
                   
Hey! It's Honest Abe!

  
                   
I got the money back, Neil.

  
                   
You'll need it for therapy.
You're a nutcase.

  
                   
Ladies and gentlemen,

  
                   
may I introduce...

  
                   
the future Mrs. Neil Horowitz?

  
                   
Yay!

  
                   
Ow!

  
                   
Damn. She is fat.

  
                   
She is always
going to be fat,

  
                   
but she's
a very sweet woman.

  
                   
Oh! Max, look.

  
                   
It's you.

  
                   
Hey, Max with the fiddle.
You were good, man.

  
                   
You were good.

  
                   
Max!

  
                   
It's the fiddler.

  
                   
Oh, Stravinsky.

  
                   
What's next?

  
                   
Who is that?

  
                   
Is that Margie Brown?

  
                   
NEIL: No. It's Janey.

  
                   
Look how young she is.

  
                   
When did you start going out
with her? Kindergarten?

  
                   
Something like that. Yeah.

  
                   
NEIL: She was beautiful.

  
                   
Klugman, what else you got
back there, huh?

  
                   
Larry.

  
                   
Come on. Come on!

   
                   
LARRY: It's stuck.
Give me a second.

   
                   
Could somebody flip
the light switch?

   
                   
NEIL: Max, have
another scotch, buddy.

   
                   
Let's see.
Who wants another one?

   
                   
You're turning into the crazy
old woman from Dickens,

   
                   
the one who sits around
in her wedding dress

   
                   
cherishing
her fucking grief.

   
                   
Havisham.

   
                   
Yeah. That's who
you're turning into.

   
                   
When's the last time
you had a date?

   
                   
What if I told you...

   
                   
I wasn't interested
in getting laid right now?

   
                   
Interest in getting laid
is the human condition,

   
                   
for Christ's sakes, Max.

   
                   
It's all around you.

   
                   
Heidi Solomon.

   
                   
Oh, please.

   
                   
She salivates
over you every day.

   
                   
Rita Fishman... she's gorgeous.

   
                   
She would sleep...

   
                   
If I choose
to be celibate,

   
                   
that's not your business.

   
                   
This isn't celibacy
we're talking about.

   
                   
It's fucking necrophilia.

   
                   
Good night, Neil.

   
                   
- Great party.
- Yeah. Thanks. Thanks, Max.

   
                   
You're feeling sorry
for yourself.

   
                   
Makes me want to puke!

   
                   
Blah-ha hah!

   
                   
Whoa ho!

   
                   
WOMAN: Ha ha ha!

   
                   
Ha ha ha!

   
                   
WOMAN: Wait a minute.

   
                   
Aah! Ha ha!

   
                   
MAN SINGING:
What would it take

   
                   
to make you mine?

   
                   
Ivory towers of wine

   
                   
A rugged movie star
that looks so fine?

   
                   
You know they're really
hard to find

   
                   
What would it take
to make you mine?

   
                   
I'd stay home all the time

   
                   
Give you everything that's mine

   
                   
Even though I'm paying on time

   
                   
What would it take

   
                   
To make

   
                   
You mine?

   
                   
MAX: Chivas and a splash.

   
                   
MAN SINGING:
...to make you mine?

   
                   
A condo in a sunny clime

   
                   
Compatible astrology signs

   
                   
Or sitting round gettin' high?

   
                   
What would it take
to make you mine?

   
                   
Champagne breakfast at :

   
                   
Pumped up all of the time

   
                   
Or simply just sayin' that I'd

   
                   
Like to make you mine

   
                   
All mine

   
                   
All mine?

   
                   
Some coincidence, huh?

   
                   
What?

   
                   
I'll give you a hint, Fred.

   
                   
I ain't exactly Ginger Rogers.

   
                   
Oh, no.

   
                   
Oh, no, huh?

   
                   
Yeah.

   
                   
Oh, no, what? Huh?

   
                   
I don't know.
Just oh, no.

   
                   
What are you doing
in a dump like this?

   
                   
You looking for trouble?

   
                   
I'm having a drink.

   
                   
Cigarette?

   
                   
No, thank you.

   
                   
I know, I know.
Smoking will kill me.

   
                   
That's right.

   
                   
Mmm. Well, come on.
Lecture me.

   
                   
I love it. Come on.

   
                   
I don't lecture.

   
                   
Fred, I bet
you lecture everybody.

   
                   
Yeah? Not tonight.

   
                   
Good. How about another drink?
Jimmy, vodka tonic and...

   
                   
- I don't want another drink.
- Scotch for my new friend here.

   
                   
- What's your name?
- I don't want another drink.

   
                   
Come on.
Let me buy you a drink.

   
                   
Let's pass a peace pipe.
Come on. Huh?

   
                   
I'm buying.

   
                   
- Thanks, Jimmy.
- No, no. I got...

   
                   
- I'm paying for it.
- I don't want you to.

   
                   
- I am buying you a drink.
- Here. For both of them.

   
                   
Please. All right. OK.

   
                   
Look at you.
You're so cute.

   
                   
You're all tensed up
like a ticklish little kid.

   
                   
Damn. You are beautiful.
Look at that face.

   
                   
Jimmy, is this
a beautiful face?

   
                   
Anybody ever tell you
you look like Tony Curtis?

   
                   
- All the time.
- Ha ha!

   
                   
Hmm...

   
                   
I had a wonderful dream.

   
                   
I was sorting your shells
and mixing your cocktails.

   
                   
When I woke up, I wanted to
swim right back to you.

   
                   
"Some Like It Hot."
Did you ever see it?

   
                   
- It's not a tough question.
- No, no.

   
                   
- Marilyn Monroe.
- Yeah, I saw that.

   
                   
God, she's something. Mmm.

   
                   
MAX: Yeah. She is.

   
                   
You swim?

   
                   
Do I swim?

   
                   
Yeah. You look like you swim.

   
                   
I mean, you're not
real muscular,

   
                   
but you're strong,
am I right?

   
                   
I think you're drunk.

   
                   
Yeah. If I get any drunker,
I'll fall all over you.

   
                   
So...

   
                   
What's with the monkey suit?
You a chauffeur?

   
                   
Oh, no.
I was at a bachelor party.

   
                   
Yours?

   
                   
No.

   
                   
Did you have a naked girl?

   
                   
MAX: A dozen of them.

   
                   
You got a wife?

   
                   
Uh-uh.

   
                   
No, I don't.

   
                   
You're not sure?

   
                   
I don't have a wife.

   
                   
But you did
have one, right?

   
                   
Yeah, that's r... yeah.
That's correct.

   
                   
She leave you?
Is that how come you're so sad?

   
                   
I'm not sad.

   
                   
You're feeling
sorry for yourself.

   
                   
Do you mind if we
change the subject?

   
                   
Hi, Tony.

   
                   
Hi, Fred.

   
                   
Come on.

   
                   
Tell me your name.

   
                   
Mine's Nora.

   
                   
Max.

   
                   
Oh, that's cute.

   
                   
What's your zip code? Hmm?

   
                   
What kind of soap does
your wife use?

   
                   
Maybe you should take
your hand off my thigh.

   
                   
My hand's not on your thigh.

   
                   
Night.

   
                   
Sorry about your lady
dumping you.

   
                   
- She didn't exactly dump me.
- What did she do, then?

   
                   
She died.

   
                   
Died?

   
                   
You mean died?

   
                   
Yeah.

   
                   
That's a new one.

   
                   
How did she do that?

   
                   
Car turned over.

   
                   
Ha ha ha!

   
                   
Oh, I'm s...

   
                   
I'm sorry. I just...
I can't help it.

   
                   
That's all right.

   
                   
I don't know
why I'm laughing.

   
                   
Your wife died.

   
                   
Maybe nobody ever
died on you before.

   
                   
No. Charlie died.

   
                   
Charlie? What?
Is that your doggie?

   
                   
No.

   
                   
Charlie... my kid.

   
                   
Your kid?

   
                   
I know, I know. I know.

   
                   
How'd he die?

   
                   
Leukemia.

   
                   
What can you do?

   
                   
The world spins around.

   
                   
I'm sorry.

   
                   
It's over...

   
                   
right?

   
                   
Right.

   
                   
Good night.

   
                   
MAN SINGING:
This good-hearted woman

   
                   
She loves her good-timin' man

   
                   
Drive me home.
I'll fix you a cup of coffee.

   
                   
Actually, I missed the bus.

   
                   
I don't live too far from here.

   
                   
Come on. You don't
want me to take a taxi.

   
                   
- Don't smoke in the car, OK?
- Deal.

   
                   
Put your seat belt on.

   
                   
It's all right. Hold on.

   
                   
You're a cautious little doggie.

   
                   
[Operatic aria playing]

   
                   
What's that?

   
                   
That is the most beautiful music
in the world.

   
                   
You got any Oak Ridge Boys?

   
                   
No. I'm afraid not.

   
                   
What are you?
Are you Italian or something?

   
                   
I'm Jewish.

   
                   
Jewish?

   
                   
Ha!

   
                   
Interesting people... Jews.

   
                   
I was Catholic myself once,
but confession made me jumpy.

   
                   
Ha!

   
                   
I tried them all, but I never
did try to find Moses.

   
                   
Tell you the truth,
I don't know very many Jews.

   
                   
This guy tried to shove
Brigham Young on my ass once.

   
                   
Go left at Clayton.

   
                   
That's... well,
that's Dogtown.

   
                   
That's what they call it.
Go left here.

   
                   
Turn... turn left!

   
                   
[Horn honks]

   
                   
- You're drunk.
- I'm all right.

   
                   
No. You're drunk.

   
                   
- OK. Turn again.
- Where?

   
                   
Right here!

   
                   
[Tires screech]

   
                   
God!

   
                   
Ha ha ha!

   
                   
I love him.

   
                   
That's a drunk
driving the drunk.

   
                   
[Key-alert chimes]

   
                   
I just can't...

   
                   
ha ha ha!

   
                   
Ha ha ha!

   
                   
Ha ha ha!

   
                   
Come on, beautiful.

   
                   
Let me fix you some coffee.

   
                   
You're too drunk to drive.

   
                   
- I'm all right.
- No. Come on.

   
                   
Come on.

   
                   
Ha ha ha! Ohhh.

   
                   
Don't slip on the Astroturf.

   
                   
Ha ha ha!

   
                   
NORA: Make yourself at home.

   
                   
[Glass breaks]

   
                   
MAX: What exactly is there
between you and Marilyn Monroe?

   
                   
NORA: Oh, she's just
so fucked up and glamorous...

   
                   
and losing and fighting
all the time, you know?

   
                   
I seen all her movies
at least five times,

   
                   
and also my name is Nora Baker,

   
                   
and her real name
is Norma Jean Baker.

   
                   
Get it?

   
                   
How about that coffee?

   
                   
How about it?

   
                   
Could have sworn I had me
a full can of Maxwell House.

   
                   
There's no coffee?

   
                   
Why don't I fix you
a drink instead?

   
                   
MAX: A drink?

   
                   
No. I'm trying to get my ass
home in one piece.

   
                   
If you can't drive,
you might as well drink, right?

   
                   
How can you be out of coffee?

   
                   
This couch opens up into a bed.

   
                   
- I'm not staying here.
- I'll wake you up early.

   
                   
No. I'm not going to sleep here.

   
                   
What do you want to do?

   
                   
You want to call a taxi
and come back in the morning?

   
                   
Do you have a bathroom?

   
                   
Hi.

   
                   
I don't feel very well.

   
                   
I think I might just
lie down for a moment.

   
                   
Poor baby.

   
                   
Janey.

   
                   
You're so beautiful.

   
                   
More?

   
                   
Yes.

   
                   
Say please.

   
                   
Please.

   
                   
[Buzzing]

   
                   
NORA: Find anything interesting?

   
                   
I hope you had a good time.

   
                   
You needed it.

   
                   
Will I see you again?

   
                   
No.

   
                   
NORA: For a minute there,
I really did think...

   
                   
you were just going
to up and surprise me.

   
                   
[Beep]

   
                   
Hello, Max.
This is your mother.

   
                   
[Tape fast forwards]

   
                   
[Beep]

   
                   
NEIL: Hey, partner,
sorry about the lecture.

   
                   
I was way out of line.
Where the hell are you?

   
                   
You didn't jump
off a bridge, did you?

   
                   
Call me. I promise not to
make you screw anybody.

   
                   
MAX: Ha ha ha!

   
                   
[Beep]

   
                   
Hello, Max.
It's Heidi Solomon.

   
                   
I'm taking a chance here,
but, uh...

   
                   
I've got an extra ticket
to the symphony tonight.

   
                   
It's all Schumann,

   
                   
and I'd love for you
to join me if you're free.

   
      

如果一部《从你的全世界路过》被放上二十七年，你再看它时是什么感觉？如果是《小时代》呢，会不会镀上一层“二十一世纪初迷茫青年男女撕心裂肺追逐爱情”的迷人光光环？如果是《摆渡人》，它的豆瓣评分会不会摆渡到八分以上？（如果那时候豆瓣还在）

　　想想，二十七年后，我们行将五十，早过了看爱情电影的年龄。我们的孩子二十多岁，正是谈情说爱的好时间。有一天，你忽然发现，那些当年被我们吐槽两句就匆匆下线的影片，被我们的部分后辈供养起来，奉为经典。已经度过更年期狂躁的你，会不会感叹世风日下，人心浮躁，现在炒的冷饭都是些什么瞎JB玩意儿。

　　《White Palace》，恕我直言，大抵如此。这片儿有个相当低调香艳的中文名字：《情迷六月花》，属于非常浪漫而脑洞大开的再创造。“六月花”，为何不是九月或十一月？一名四十三岁的中年妇女，确定是在人生六月？九月的“菊花朵朵向太阳”或隆冬时节的“梅花香自苦寒来”不好么？好吧，听闻女人“三十如狼”、“四十如虎”。一个四十三岁还胆敢将巴掌放在初次见面的二十七岁小鲜肉的大腿根儿上的女人，果然是春天腐烂的樱花，夏天下了苍蝇蛋的西瓜和秋天霜降后的紫茄子。

　　1990年的电影有《人鬼情未了》、《剪刀手爱德华》、《风月俏佳人》……那时候，《情迷六月花》也就是一部爆米花爱情片儿。近三十年过去了，《六月花》小姐再接再厉，在豆瓣打下了7.6分的小天地。影评、短评虽然数目不多，论内容也过得去。42.7%的人选择了四星，更有16.5%的人选择了五星。四星是推荐，五星是力荐。有一大半的人还挺喜欢这片。

　　呃……真的，值这些分？那一大半觉得不错的人，你真的会向你认识的某某人，推荐一下这部片子。还是觉得既然已经花费这么多时间，不如送出四星表明自己真的有被感动？还是觉得看完一部老片子的自己牛逼闪闪，和那些看《摆渡人》，看各种尴尬院线片的妖艳贱货就是不一样？

　　撇开因为时代差异，电影拍摄手段决定的朦胧画面，撇开时间加成，撇开男主角日后更加鲜美可口，这部风骚影片不过说一个讲了成千上百遍的爱情故事。邓文迪小鲜肉+楚雨荨端木磊。女追男终被拿下，男主角傲娇，在自己的圈子里兜兜转转，终于“恍然大悟”，历经种种波折，重新追回半老徐娘。喔。

　　这真是爱情？或许吧。这真是不糟糕的情感？影片印象最深，是男主角看电视时和诺拉争吵，每天晚节目，永无止境的无聊电视。生活不在一个频率，聊天话不投机，一个好好的中产阶级，何必活脱脱把自己糟蹋成这样。又或者纠结于是否送一个手持式吸尘器，和其他女子说话也要小心翼翼，因为女友拿不出手而在朋友和恋人间周旋，这样的爱怎么会成为一种滋养呢。

　　马克斯抽回妻子照片时有意识的拍打了诺拉的脸，他们以后的关系很有可能发生家庭暴力。而诺拉在处理和马克斯的妈妈，朋友圈子的关系时也非常糟糕。马克斯的妈妈应该坐前座是基本礼貌，本没有什么可难受。在做客时她因为差距而自卑，因为自卑而逃避，逃避被撞破是又一通恶语伤人，“吹喇叭”，语言畅快却作践自己。晚餐上一番高谈阔论是因为要为劳动人民伸张正义还是为自己的无知寻找锐利的武器，一阵乱刺后愤然离席，留下尴尬的马克斯，尴尬的马克斯的妈妈和尴尬的一个感恩节火鸡晚餐。时间更应该教会一个女人怎样去爱，去处理冲突，去面对差距，而不是尖叫，浪笑和吸烟。

　　马克斯辞去工作走上教职，电影中并没有谈及他对教育事业重新燃起兴趣。租住一个窗外有垃圾堆的房间感到满意，他已然成为一个四十三岁女人的老公。不伦之爱，用多大的力气去赞同都不够。只是这爱，一定要货真价实。

一直觉得James Spader是个非常优雅的男演员。无论是演放荡不羁的青年，情窦初开的小生，还是刑警干探、职业律师……他都从骨子里透出一股子学院气。

这部电影的内容很简单：姐弟恋。

“我快要44岁了。”Nora说。
“我今年27岁。”Max回答，一脸的轻松。
下一秒钟，两个人便抱成一团。

别被海报骗了，其实这片子纯情的很。清纯正经的小青年，遇上了特立独行的坏姐姐，然后相亲相爱。
即使年龄不同，阶级不同又如何呢？结局，两个相爱的人还是终成眷属。

对于爱情片，我不是喜欢看情节特别复杂的。所以这部《White Palace》拍得刚刚好，从头到尾都是两个人的故事。
对年龄的担忧，对双方家庭背景悬殊的恐惧——虽然女主角时刻被这些小问题困扰，但最后，她还是相信了爱情。

我最喜欢他俩结识时，Max酒后驾驶撞翻Nora家邮箱的那一幕。她看着他的窘相笑得像个孩子，而他倒在草地上差点不省人事。
我还喜欢Max次日晚上再去汉堡店门口等Nora。她与同伴从店里嘻嘻哈哈地跑出来，恍若十几岁的小姑娘。而他坐在车窗里笑看，仿佛又变成了初涉爱恋的青涩少年。

爱情就是爱情，与他人无关，与年龄无关，与阶级无关。
即使这话听起来很俗气，但我们谁不都希望这样的爱情，可以琴瑟和谐地久天长吗？