第77届奥斯卡获奖影片][寻找梦幻岛][Finding Neverland][中英字幕]
寻找梦幻岛/不老的传说 Finding Neverland (2004)
导 演：马克·弗斯特 Marc Forster
主 演：约翰尼·德普 Johnny Depp
达斯丁·霍夫曼 Dustin Hoffman
凯特·温斯莱特 Kate Winslet
朱莉·克里斯蒂 Julie Christie
伊恩·哈特 Ian Hart
安格斯·巴内特 Angus Barnett
Jane Booker
Richard Brain
上 映：2004年10月22日 ( 美国 )
地 区：美国 英国 ( 拍摄地 )
评 分：8.3/10( 24940票 )
时 长：106 分钟
类 型：剧情
分 级：阿根廷：Atp 澳大利亚：PG 英国：PG 美国：PG 挪威：7 瑞士：7 新加坡：PG 荷兰：MG6
剧情简介：
本片的故事发生在上个世纪初的英国伦敦，作家J·M·巴瑞结识了四个没有父亲的孩子，在和他们相处的过程
中，巴瑞得到了灵感，创作了一部以一个不愿意长的小孩子为主人公的儿童读物，塑造出一个西方家喻户晓的经典
童话人物——小飞侠彼德·潘。
精彩对白：
Peter Llewelyn Davies: That golden scepter is just an old hunk of wood.
J.M. Barrie: Yes, well, we dream on a budget here, don't we?
Mary Ansell Barrie: I'm tired of waiting, James. I'm tired of looking like a fool.
J.M. Barrie: Well I can't very well give up the play.
Mary Ansell Barrie: No. Just... come home to me at the end of the day. No more trips to the country,
no more long evenings in the park. If you can't give us that much of a chance... Then we must end
this... and I will.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: Excuse me, sir, you're standing on my sleeve.
J.M. Barrie: [moves his foot and looks down to face Michael] Am I? So sorry. I might point out
you're lying under my bench.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: This is absurd. It's just a dog.
J.M. Barrie: Just a dog? *Just*?
[to Porthos]
J.M. Barrie: Porthos, don't listen!
[to Peter]
J.M. Barrie: Porthos dreams of being a bear, and you want to shatter those dreams by saying he's
*just* a dog? What a horrible candle-snuffing word. That's like saying, "He can't climb that
mountain, he's just a man", or "That's not a diamond, it's just a rock." Just.
J.M. Barrie: [playing a game where Michael is the prisoner] And what precisely is Michael's crime?
George Llewelyn Davies: He's my younger brother
J.M. Barrie: Ah. Fair enough. Sorry, lad, cannot free you.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: That's all right.
J.M. Barrie: In punishment for lack of an interesting pirate name, Peter shall walk the plank.
J.M. Barrie: Young boys should never be sent to bed... they always wake up a day older.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: [Jack and George are sword fighting] 26 Stab him, George. You can do it!
ff6 Jack Llewelyn Davies: My name be Nibs the Cutthroat, feared by man and greatly desired by the
ladies.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Jack!
Jack Llewelyn Davies: [Michael tries to fly the kite the first time] Oh, I told you this wasn't
going to work!
Peter Llewelyn Davies: I don't think he's fast enough.
J.M. Barrie: It's not going to work if no-one believes in him!
Charles Frohman: [talking about plans for Peter Pan] ... And you have a pirate ship on stage,
surrounded by tons and tons of water, James, that's a lot of water.
J.M. Barrie: It's a lot of water?
Charles Frohman: Yes, and that's a lot of money.
J.M. Barrie: [discussing Sylvia's reluctance to accept her illness] They can see it, you know. You
can't go on just pretending.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Just pretending? You brought pretending into this family, James. You showed
us we can change things by simply believing them to be different.
J.M. Barrie: A lot of things, Sylvia. Not everything.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: But the things that matter. We've pretended for some time now that you're a
part of this family, haven't we? You've come to mean so much to us all that now, it doesn't matter
if it's true. And even if it isn't true, even if that can never be... I need to go on pretending...
until the end... with you.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: It's just, I thought she'd always be here.
J.M. Barrie: So did I. But in fact, she is, because she's on every page of your imagination. You'll
always have her there. Always.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: But why did she have to die?
J.M. Barrie: I don't know, Peter. When I think of your mother, I will always remember how happy she
looked, sitting there in the parlor watching a play about her family, about her boys that never grew
up. She went to Neverland. And you can visit her any time you like if you just go there yourself.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: How?
J.M. Barrie: By believing, Peter. Just believe.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: [about J.M. Barrie] Can we have him for supper?
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Have him to stay for supper, Michael. We're not cannibals.
J.M. Barrie: We'll get them with the next one, Charles, I promise.
Charles Frohman: Of course we will, James.
J.M. Barrie: I know you put a lot into this one.
Charles Frohman: A fortune, James, but I am fortunate because I can afford to lose a fortune.
J.M. Barrie: Can you?
Charles Frohman: No, I can't.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: I'm not Peter Pan.
[points at J. M. Barrie]
34 Peter Llewelyn Davies ff5 : He is.
Peter Pan: Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!
Peter Pan: When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces,
and they all went skipping about. And that was the beginning of fairies.
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: A word with you, Mr. Barrie, before you go. We'll only be a few minutes.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Boys, why don't you go and play in the garden, go on.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: Is he in trouble? Because I've been alone with Grandmother and I know what
it's like.
J.M. Barrie: What did you think?
Peter Llewelyn Davies: It's about our summer together, isn't it?
J.M. Barrie: It is.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: About all of us.
J.M. Barrie: That's right. You like it?
Peter Llewelyn Davies: It's magical. Thank you.
J.M. Barrie: No, thank you. Thank you, Peter.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: [as a preface to his play] This is just a bit of silliness, really.
J.M. Barrie: I should hope so. Go on.
George Llewelyn Davies: [to J.M. Barrie] I'm sorry, is he bothering you, sir? My brother can be an
extremely irritating sort of person.
George Llewelyn Davies: [as Prince George, to J.M. Barrie] This is Jack. Second in line to the
throne. And that one's Michael. He's only five.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: And I'm in prison for it.
J.M. Barrie: [watching George react to the knowledge that his mother is seriously ill] Magnificent.
The boy is gone. In the last 30 seconds... you became a grown-up.
J.M. Barrie: [watches Nana crawl across the stage and bump head-first into one of the beds] Nanny?
Nanny? Um, first you get the pajamas, then you make the bed.
Nana The Dog: With my paws?
J.M. Barrie: You make the bed with your paws; the pajamas you get with your teeth. Because in fact,
being a dog, you haven't any proper digits, have you?
Nana The Dog: Well I don't have any teeth either! I mean I can't see, I can't breathe, all I've got
is this rubbery snout.
J.M. Barrie: [looks back at Frohman] Can we get him some teeth?
Charles Frohman: He can have mine.
Charles Frohman: Twenty-five seats, given to orphans. Perfect. Now my nightmare is complete.
J.M. Barrie: Hello! Thought you could escape from Captain Swarthy, eh? Off to the ship with you,
then.
J.M. Barrie: 108 It seems to me that Peter's trying to grow up too fast. I imagine he thinks that
grown-ups don't hurt as deeply as children do when they... when they lose someone. I lost my older
brother David when I was just Peter's age, and it nearly destroyed my mother.
f7b Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: James, I'm so sorry. Your poor mother. I can't imagine losing a child.
J.M. Barrie: She didn't get out of bed for months, she wouldn't eat. I tried everything to make her
happy but she only wanted David. So one day I dressed myself in David's clothing and I went to her.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: You must have frightened her to death.
J.M. Barrie: I think it was the first time she ever actually looked at me, and that was the end of
the boy James. I used to say to myself he'd gone to Neverland.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Where?
J.M. Barrie: Neverland. It's a wonderful place... I've not spoken about this before to anyone- ever.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: What's it like, Neverland?
J.M. Barrie: One day I'll take you there.
J.M. Barrie: You needn't steal my journal to get to know me, Mary.
Mary Ansell Barrie: No. I suppose I could just go see the plays.
J.M. Barrie: Who amongst you is ready to tie your hopes and dreams to the sea?
Michael Llewelyn Davies: I am!
J.M. Barrie: Not finished yet.
George Llewelyn Davies: What have you written, Mr. Barrie?
J.M. Barrie: Well, currently I make my living entertaining princes and their courts with my trained
bear, Porthos.
[motions to his dog]
J.M. Barrie: If you command your brother Peter to join us I am willing, Prince George, to give you
just such a performance, in exchange for the freedom of this prisoner, of course.
George Llewelyn Davies: Very well.
J.M. Barrie: Very well.
J.M. Barrie: Listen, what would you think of loaning Emma out to the Davies' for the occasional
evening? They don't actually have a cook.
Mary Ansell Barrie: I take it Mrs. Davies enjoyed the meal she had here?
J.M. Barrie: I imagine she could use an extra hand now and again, that's all.
Mary Ansell Barrie: Oh, that's very charitable of you. Perhaps we can send over some of the silver
as well... and what about linen? I wouldn't be surprised if some of hers was looking a bit shabby.
J.M. Barrie: Please, Mary, stop.
Mary Ansell Barrie: Maybe she can send over some of the things we've run short on. My husband, for
example. We rarely see him in this house.
J.M. Barrie: That hasn't seemed to bother you for some time now.
J.M. Barrie: [gives him a journal] Here you go.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: What's this?
J.M. Barrie: All great writers begin with a good leather binding and a respectable title. Open it.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: [reads] 94 "The Boy Castaways: Being a record of the terrible adventures of
the brothers Davies, faithfully set forth by Peter Llewelyn Davies."
ffb J.M. Barrie: Kipling would swallow his own ear for a title like that!
Peter Llewelyn Davies: I still have no idea what to write.
J.M. Barrie: Write about anything. Write about your family, write about the talking whale!
Peter Llewelyn Davies: What whale?
J.M. Barrie: The one that's trapped in your imagination and desperate to get out.
J.M. Barrie: Write about your family, Write about the talking Whale.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: What Whale?
J.M. Barrie: The one that is trapped in your imagination, desperate to get out.
'Wendy': [as she is lifted by the kite] Peter!
Peter Pan: Don't let go, Wendy!
'Wendy': Peter, I'm frightened!
Peter Pan: Hang on, Wendy!
'Wendy': [fading] Peter!
Peter Pan: To die will be an awfully big adventure.
J.M. Barrie: You needn't steal my journal to get to know me, Mary.
Mary Ansell Barrie: No, I suppose I could just go see the plays. I was hopelessly naive when I
married you. I imagined that brilliant people disappeared to some secret place where good ideas
floated around like leaves in autumn, and I hoped at least once you would take me there with you.
J.M. Barrie: There is no such place.
Mary Ansell Barrie: Yes there is: Neverland.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: [after James appears wearing an Indian headdress and face paint] James,
we're just having some tea. You remember my mother, of course.
J.M. Barrie: Yes, of course, how do you do?
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: [pauses] May I take your hat?
J.M. Barrie: You find a glimmer of happiness in this world, there's always someone who wants to
destroy it.
Theatre-goer: [regarding Peter, assuming he is one of the orphans at the play] Looks like we got one
of the better dressed ones!
J.M. Barrie: How are you?
Mary Ansell Barrie: I'm all right. How are you?
J.M. Barrie: I'm sorry.
Mary Ansell Barrie: Don't be.
J.M. Barrie: [to the usher about the play] It's shite. Go, on. Say it. It's bulls... pizzle, Mr.
Barrie.
J.M. Barrie: That... is Neverland.
Peter Llewelyn Davies: Stop lying to me. I'm sick of grown-ups lying to me!
Smee: [backstage] I just want you to know, I think you're a wonderful dog.
Nana The Dog: Thanks.
George Llewelyn Davies: [to Mrs. Emma about Sylvia] She isn't a child anymore and neither am I. If
she wants to see uncle Jim she can see uncle Jim. There's nothing you can do about it!
Charles Frohman: [shaking his head at the success of the play Peter Pan] Genius.
Mrs. Snow: I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us,
isn't that right?
[last lines]
Peter Llewelyn Davies: I can see her.
Charles Frohman: You know what happened, James, they changed it.
J.M. Barrie: They changed what?
Charles Frohman: The critics, they made it important... hm, what's it called? What's it called?
J.M. Barrie: Play.
Charles Frohman: Play.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: [distressed] Michael! Where are your socks?
[first lines]
Charles Frohman: Opening night. I love opening night. How are you? Did you see him? |
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