殊途同归第二季

首先，就在刚才，点进豆瓣影人Sean Bean的页面，一眼就被家庭成员里齐刷刷四个前妻给秒了，我那么三观不正无原则的人，实在忍不住开篇先跑题一句，人生赢家干得漂亮！

非得是如此矫情会来事能折腾的人才能那么细腻地演绎这个角色吧（此处为夸奖）。

第一集的故事非常迷人，主要归功于豆叔的角色。

白天是英语教师Simon，男性；夜里是Tracie，易装后的女性，是内心真实的自我认同。

故事一开篇，Simon作为被告在等待上庭，因为被牵扯进同性爱人Tony杀害妻子的谋杀案里。

剧情其实挺简单的，Tracie在酒吧里被Tony的哥哥挑衅，并且打了一个性感的翻身仗，Tony被吸引了然后两人勾搭上，共赴了几次生命的大和谐，Tony先是谎称妻子已死，后被男装打扮的Simon在路上撞见他跟老婆遛马路，还没认出他。

之后Tony同性恋的身份被老婆识破了，情急之下恼羞成怒杀了老婆，又骗Tracie说跟老婆摊牌要和他私奔，其实是要骗他共同弃尸。

于是Tracie踩着高跟鞋，穿着大红裙子，贴上红指甲，兴高采烈乘着后备箱装着尸体的小轿车私奔去了。

发现真相后，边逃（其实他本尊这么一个大高个，真的没什么好逃的）边衣衫褴褛地报了警，警察指控他是共犯，他就是这样成为被告的。

这样看起来，它就是一个同性题材的三角爱情故事，但其实不是的，跳脱掉剧情，两个主角，对于真实自我的不同态度，以及边缘人群对待自我和世界的认知，更加值得探究，这是一个关于自我认同的故事。

Tracie的亮相火树银花，一头金色卷发、身着贴身亮片裙及皮草外套，气场超强，自信而且从容，简直冷艳高贵。

出租车司机言语轻佻开他玩笑，第一次，他直接头一扭看窗外，优雅得霸气侧漏；第二次下车付车费时，司机祝他好运，说你长这副尊荣，去酒吧钓凯子当然需要好运气啦，于是Tracie忍无可忍，毫不犹豫以牙还牙，在路人的注目中提了提音调，“什么？

车费肉偿？

老娘也是要挑的好不好，车上还放着小孩照片呢，你知不知羞嗒？

”还的手起刀落，机智漂亮。

而之后的每一场，对战那些挑衅侮辱他的男人，也都轻轻松松不带脏字地击破层层防线，眼神身段都是戏，精准到位地逼得人家羞愤难当自乱阵脚，绝对撕逼界翘楚，甩开我几条马路都不止，叫我这种嗅到骂战就开溜的人，很难不心生敬佩。

当然，对世人的冷嘲热讽，他也不是完全不动气、不走心的，只是即便气得点烟的手都在颤抖，也要骄傲地昂首挺胸站在那里。

这是他最初以本我示人的姿势，与世界始终保持着距离，警惕的随时准备干架，姿态要好看。

生就一副男儿身，偏又一颗敏感女儿心，这是老天对他开的残忍玩笑。

他只在夜里做Tracie，白天的他一直是Simon，死气沉沉地在学校教英文，教他不喜欢的诗，只有脚上的红色指甲油是真实的。

他真诚地接纳了自己，没有按照世俗喜欢的样子把心雕刻的七零八落，可是一直在优雅地和世界对抗着，他自尊心极强又敏感，要一个人闷声不响吃很多苦头。

还不还击，暗伤都留下了，即便还回去，也是伤人一千自损八百。

他身姿挺拔地亮相，演的是另一场叫“老娘做自己”的秀，内心的声音并不和外界对话，直到他遇见了Tony，爱把他往前又推了一小步。

起初，在和Tony的关系里，他也还是充满戒备的，用进退有度的姿态。

Tony第二次来找Tracie时，门背后的Tracie突然害羞了，很不自信，虽然和当时是男装的Simon有很大关系，但活脱脱就是个面对喜欢的人时害羞胆怯的小女孩，心里期待、兴奋地要死，却佯装镇定，问“你是不是来取回那支钢笔的？

”提前给自尊心铺好了撤退的路。

他敏锐地用手术刀一般的眼睛解析了Tony，他见过太多这样的男人，娶了一个女人，向世俗证明自己异性恋的身份，在无爱的婚姻里不断问自己“就是这样了吗？

”于是在他这里抓紧机会尝尝鲜，他吸一口烟，“这也没什么，亲爱的，我会保留你的秘密。

”在对方开口前先拔了对方的箭，往自己身上扎，这样就不会被别人伤。

可是Tony说“我妻子死了。

”他骗了他，也撬开了他的保护壳，从这时候起，Tracie真的恋爱了。

爱的能量巨大，叫人身上每一处细胞都活起来，也不惧怕把身上最柔软的部分示人。

Sean Bean把恋爱中的Tracie演地非常动人，层次分明的喜悦，独自等待的落寞，傲娇地扭头，消气后故作矜持的撇嘴，以及Tony答应和他公开露面后，他在课堂上振奋地念他喜欢的诗，还有公交车上难以自持的偷笑，整个人像恋爱的少女那样明亮。

这些细节都很直给，但是电视剧嘛，豆叔的演技很到位，一点都不过，一分一厘的微妙差别都抓得很到位。

其实Tracie面对爱情就是一个小女孩啊，敏感，善良，奋不顾身。

Simon（或者Tracie）这个角色非常迷人，看完还在想着，有点难受。

他的心真的像棉花一样软，Simon是一个完全不具备战斗属性的人，脱下女装的他没有气势，在街上和Tony擦身没有被认出，他偷偷受伤而不敢上前，还有看到Tony和他妻子时受伤的表情看得我母性都要爆发了，像被遗弃的幼兽。

最后在法庭上，身着男装的Simon是惊慌语拙的，还是要Tracie出场，有理有据地告诉大家，老娘没有错。

这时候他已经敢于在白天穿上女装了，我觉得这可以算作进步，不一定要归功于“爱”或者什么，只是因为一些特殊的事件，主动或者被动的必须勇敢一些，人格的成长往往需要一些契机。

他很善良，一次次受伤又很容易原谅，恋爱中的小女孩就是这样吧，看Tracie谈恋爱，让人想到从前的自己。

他对Tony一向很宽容，他包容了Tony无法坦然面对自己的软弱，对他的欺骗也原谅了，最后将他扯进杀害妻子的命案，因为不愿在世人面前承认同性恋身份而不肯替他作证，他也大大方方的主动在法庭里替Tony做了解释，一点怨恨都没有。

这是要经历过很多种折磨，体验过许多反反复复的心理状态才能懂得的，生而为人的脆弱，而这些对Simon来讲，从很小的时候，偷踩妈妈的高跟鞋就开始了。

另外一个主角Tony，其实不是一个可恨的角色，如同片尾Simon与他相视一笑，他的懦弱也好，自私也好，道德上都没什么好审判的。

懦弱和自私往往是同行的。

他是一个哪一面都不能坦然面对另一面的拧巴人，心里有好多套对与错的标准不能统一。

面对Tracie，那个解禁的同性恋，要谎称妻子已死；而在妻子面前，又必须小心翼翼地守住这个秘密不被发现。

他在不同角色里，按照“对”的标准撒着谎。

被妻子发现秘密后，这一边的角色坍塌了，不该存在于这里的自己在这个世界曝了光，是一个无法回头的错误，羞愤地必须毁掉这个世界里所有错误的关联，只好杀掉妻子。

好像《放学后》里，女学生的杀人动机，因为自慰时门缝里无意瞥来的一双眼睛就要杀掉一个人。

从前不能理解，跟杀人比起来这是多小一件事，后来才懂，羞愧和无助，能带来多大的绝望，起初只是一个线头，一抽就抽空了一整个世界。

坦然以真面目示人之前的心理建设片子里没拍，只有几句对白提到，是另一个漫长、迷人，而充满挣扎和折磨的故事。

Simon的自我建设过程从本质上讲，我们每个人多少都差不多的经历过，只是他的本我更加特殊一点，来自世界的恶意更多，来自自我的怀疑更久。

这是所谓成长中，非常不美丽的一部分，听到心里不被世俗认同的渴望，自我怀疑却久散不去，在静如死水的平淡日子里反复问自己“就是这样了吗？

”一遍遍和自己较劲又和世界较劲，一路跌跌撞撞受着伤。

突然有一天明白过来，这就是我啊，就算是个贱人，也是那个没妨碍着谁的我啊，只是和世俗不太一样。

不一样，有什么错。

然后开始学着用不伤人的姿势行走，学着体面地躲开别人的明枪暗箭，学着做一个真诚、自在，不那么坏的人。

奇葩说里的马薇薇讲过一个故事，一日夜里她和姜思达吃完夜宵走回选手宿舍，姜思达有一副个高俊美的好皮囊，见第一面就让她老树开花想往他嫩得透水的肉体上掐一把，可惜一小时后，海选现场的镜头前，他当着全国观众的面出柜了，之后的节目里他立志头戴红花，身着裙子，假装是个名媛。

马薇薇突发奇想说其实你完全有资本假装成一个男女老幼通吃的帅哥啊，姜思达在夜空下摆了个极英挺的pose问，是这样么？

马薇薇当下就被帅得膝盖一软，靠，就是这样！

接着他幽幽地说，“嗯，可是我不想呢。

”“嗯，可是我不想呢。

”这句话好打动我，把多年的拧巴都轻描淡写一句话带过去了。

Simon作为一个男人，模样不差的，喏，你看主演Sean Bean有四个前妻呢。

诗歌张口就来的英文教师，内心细腻敏感，太有资本表演一个讨人喜欢的模样了，但是，他不要呢。

Simon的心理建设还不算到位，与世界相处仍然有许多的眉眉角角，但他在一步步地走着。

完美统一的人格，就像鬼，很多人听说过，但见过的没几个。

大家都在这条路上走着，什么时候是个尽头，或许就像那句歌词，直至死方休。

我太喜欢这一段了，就把它记录下来了。

Accused Season 2 episode 1.Camelot Can't blame a bloke for trying though, can you?After all, long time dead.It,s you, isn't it?Don't apologize. no need.I used to knock backs when I m simon. I'm no invention to apologising.You saw karen, I know you saw her. So how ,how did you find her?You passed me in the road, I was Simon ,thus invisible.And you led me to her.Why did you tell me she was dead?Cos you were being a smart arse, reading me like a book,Treating me like a mug, you condescending prick.She is beautiful, yeah I know she is beautiful and there's nothing I wouldn't do to stop her getting hurt.So just stay away from her.What do you think I'm gonna do? I know what you was up to.Sitting in that chair ,inches away from my wife,nose against her tits, getting off on it, you dirty faggot.You don't play games with my wife.You don't play games with my life.You go near her again, I will kill you.Right? I will kill you. I swear I will kill you if you do.Right. Yeah, see I come from a real world. You see, you little prick.And in the real world, there is no trannies just pervs.There is no… There is no gays, just queers.You know something…? End of.It never ceases to amaze me, End of. it never ceases to amaze me.the lengths man go to, to suppress the truth about themselves.Well, I'm glad you were finally shown your true colours.You spineless prick, because tracy were convincing herself you weren,t like all the others.All right, fair enough. She's had a fair share of married men,But you were different ,weren't ya? you came back, and not just once, but time and time again.That poor deluded cow she'd started to convince herself you two had something special.You'd think she'd have learnt her lesson by now, wouldn,t you?Because the one thing she should know is men like you never leave their wives for woman like her.No, they don't and they never will.Right. You know what she said to me,my karen?She said ," she asked for a Cheryl Cole,I think I managed a Myra Hindley.结尾的诗There she waves by night and day.A magic web with colours gay.She has heard a whisper say.A curse is on her if she stay to look down to camelot.Lancelot said, her case is won,knickers down, let's have some fun.And then the dirty bastard gave her one.The lady of shalott.

只把第一集的碎碎念放上来了，每一集都很好，但是第一集让我念念不忘...第一集的文学性就值得五星啊！

ep1‘I wandered lonely as a cloud,/ That floats on high o’er vales and hills/ And all at once, I saw a crowd/ A host of golden daffodils,/ Beside the lake, beneath the trees/ Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.’Do you notice how “fluttering” destroy the rhythm of the poem? It’s impossible to make the line scan, if you pronounce “fluttering” as a trisyllabic word and that’s what Wordsworth intended of course. “Dee-dum dee-dum, dee-dum dee-dum,” and suddenly, that rhythm is shattered, when he sees the fluttering and dancing daffodils and the chaos of nature.What do you do for a living?Nothing, doll. Tracie’s a good-time girl.How does she pay for this place?SHE doesn’t.Who does?Simon.Simon?Yes, darling, Simon, the most boring man on the planet. Simon, who couldn’t get a wank in a brothel.What does he do?Teaches English.Does he like it?Hates it. He’s currently teaching romantic poetry otherwise known as Dee-dem-shite. “O the mind, mind, has mountains, cliffs of fall,/ Frightful, sheer, no-man travelled/ Hold them cheap, Who ne’er hung there/ Nor dies long our durance deal with that steep, deep. Here! Creep!” That’s a poem, That’s what he longs to teach. But no it’s “dee-dum, dee-dum, dee-fucking-dum.”I won’t ask for yours. Married men don’t give them out.What makes you think I’m married?A lifetime’s experience, lovely. Got married too early, couldn’t go against the grain, had to demonstrate your heterosexuality. And now you find yourself in a loveless marriage, life passing you by that nagging voice at the back of your mind asking, “Oh, is this all there is?” But you’ll never leave her. So you snatch at chances like this, a chance to explore. No harm in that, so long as nobody finds out of course. Well, Tony, my love, your secret’s safe with me.‘Willows whiten,/ Aspens quiver/ Little breezed dusk and shiver/ Through the wave that runs forever/ By the island in the river,/ Flowing down to Camelot/ Four grey walls and four grey towers/ Overlook a space of flowers/ And the silent isle imbibers The Lady of Shalott/ By the margin willow veiled/ Slide the heavy barges trailed by slow horses and unhailed/ The shallop flitteth, silken-sail’d/ Skimming down to Camelot./ A bow shot from her bower-eaves/ He rode between the barley sheaves/ The sun came down dazzling through the leaves. And flamed upon the brazen greaves’表面/社会层面上是无趣的SImon，内心/夜晚是奔放的Tracie。

Simon是Tracie的自卑面，Tracie是Simon的自由面。

但我觉得Tracie并不是真正的自由，因为她没有自信，依旧在寻找温暖。

我觉得Tracie是一个单纯大胆的孩子，接近她后会发现她的房子周围没有任何围墙。

我总担心她被别人骗、受伤。

她容易把心里肉敞开给别人。

嘴上说着无所谓对方是否真心，其实很希望得到爱。

甚至不用反馈爱，当她感受到一点点暗示，就能掏心掏肺。

其实是一个花心又自私的男人同时欺骗老婆和小三的故事，Tracie其实就是千万个被大叔骗的故事里的女孩。

但因为Simon/Tracie身份的特殊性，让这个故事有了多层含义。

当陪审团宣布Tracie无罪时，我松了一口气，为最终Tracie选择上场的勇气鼓掌，惊艳于Tracie陈述时的冷静坚定、有理有据。

但同时也为我先前的想法感到羞愧。

看的过程中总是很忧心，因为觉得这个故事是一个悲剧结尾。

看着Tracie总是很担心她，觉得她弱小无助——其实就是可怜。

可是我凭什么觉得这是个悲剧故事呢？

我又有什么资格觉得Tracie是一个可怜的姑娘呢？

我总以为我足够尊重Tracie这个群体，现在才发现我的“尊重”是表面、虚假的——因为我不相信和主流群体有别的他们的生活会是“顺利”的。

我以为，就算在越来越强调尊重各个群体的今天，（大多数）社会规则——包括明确写出来的法律和大家默认的道德，不管是正不正确、合不合理——依旧是为主流群体制定的，那么主流群体也就更适应这些规则。

作为主流群体的我，这一生都有前辈可以询问，甚至可以说，我只要按照长辈、老师、前辈们的指导走下去，一生不会出什么大的差错。

但我总担心Tracie们，担心没有和大多数人走在一起的ta们出错，其实就是不完全信任这个群体。

想到这里，我才真正明白当自己不是大多数人时，选择做自己需要多大的勇气。

伴随着BGM响起，压抑的预感直接涌上来，第一次打开的时候是半夜，没有勇气看下去，于是选择了一个阳光明媚的早晨第一集的主题选择了边缘人中的边缘人，没想到最后给了一个HE。

一直惴惴不安地等，等陪审团说“guilty”，又隐隐期盼着那个“not”。

这一集讲的，就是一个关于美丽的故事。

豆叔展现真实的自我上街，是他自信的美丽；面对各色人等的不屑和蔑视，能保持住平静的心，是从容的美丽；而为了自己的爱人，是绽放的美丽。

看到一半就太揪心，次次为了等待爱人的到来，精心打扮；面对电话留言机里的哀求，总是忍不住就pick up；为了Tony的一句“我们一起走”，瞬间绽放笑容；轻快地跑着下楼梯的脚步，还有在课堂上的激情朗诵，简直是整个人都亮了起来。

而对方是那样的狰狞，在人来人往的大街上甩狠话，将现实的生活和夜晚完完全全分割开来。

Tony是懦弱的，正如诸多出轨的男人，口口声声说着我爱我的妻子，一边却拼命搅动自己心中那所谓的“死水”。

之所以说是HE，还因为Tony在看到Simon出狱时，那个带着愧疚和喜悦的笑容。

在网上找出来了那首诗， 开始只是作为亚瑟王的历史迷，对camelot这个词条件反射，后来大叔念来的感觉，听起来好美The Lady of ShallottPart I. On either side the river lieLong fields of barley and of rye,That clothe the wold and meet the sky;And thro' the field the road runs byTo many-tower'd Camelot;And up and down the people go,Gazing where the lilies blowRound an island there below,The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver,Little breezes dusk and shiverThro' the wave that runs for everBy the island in the riverFlowing down to Camelot.Four gray walls, and four gray towers,Overlook a space of flowers,And the silent isle imbowersThe Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow-veil'dSlide the heavy barges trail'dBy slow horses; and unhail'dThe shallop flitteth silken-sail'dSkimming down to Camelot:But who hath seen her wave her hand?Or at the casement seen her stand?Or is she known in all the land,The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping earlyIn among the bearded barley,Hear a song that echoes cheerlyFrom the river winding clearly,Down to tower'd Camelot:And by the moon the reaper weary,Piling sheaves in uplands airy,Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairyLady of Shalott." Part II. There she weaves by night and dayA magic web with colours gay.She has heard a whisper say,A curse is on her if she stayTo look down to Camelot.She knows not what the curse may be,And so she weaveth steadily,And little other care hath she,The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clearThat hangs before her all the year,Shadows of the world appear.There she sees the highway nearWinding down to Camelot:There the river eddy whirls,And there the surly village-churls,And the red cloaks of market girls,Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,An abbot on an ambling pad,Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,Goes by to tower'd Camelot;And sometimes thro' the mirror blueThe knights come riding two and two:She hath no loyal knight and true,The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delightsTo weave the mirror's magic sights,For often thro' the silent nightsA funeral, with plumes and lightsAnd music, went to Camelot:Or when the moon was overhead,Came two young lovers lately wed;"I am half-sick of shadows," saidThe Lady of Shalott. Part III. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,He rode between the barley-sheaves,The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,And flamed upon the brazen greavesOf bold Sir Lancelot.A redcross knight for ever kneel'dTo a lady in his shield,That sparkled on the yellow field,Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,Like to some branch of stars we seeHung in the golden Galaxy.The bridle-bells rang merrilyAs he rode down to Camelot:And from his blazon'd baldric slungA mighty silver bugle hung,And as he rode his armour rung,Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weatherThick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,The helmet and the helmet-featherBurn'd like one burning flame together,As he rode down to Camelot.As often thro' the purple night,Below the starry clusters bright,Some bearded meteor, trailing light,Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;From underneath his helmet flow'dHis coal-black curls as on he rode,As he rode down to Camelot.From the bank and from the riverHe flash'd into the crystal mirror,"Tirra lirra," by the riverSang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom,She made three paces thro' the room,She saw the water-lily bloom,She saw the helmet and the plume,She look'd down to Camelot.Out flew the web and floated wide;The mirror crack'd from side to side;"The curse is come upon me," criedThe Lady of Shalott. Part IV. In the stormy east-wind straining,The pale-yellow woods were waning,The broad stream in his banks complaining,Heavily the low sky rainingOver tower'd Camelot;Down she came and found a boatBeneath a willow left afloat,And round about the prow she wroteThe Lady of Shalott. And down the river's dim expanse--Like some bold seer in a trance,Seeing all his own mischance--With a glassy countenanceDid she look to Camelot.And at the closing of the dayShe loosed the chain, and down she lay;The broad stream bore her far away,The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy whiteThat loosely flew to left and right--The leaves upon her falling light--Thro' the noises of the nightShe floated down to Camelot:And as the boat-head wound alongThe willowy hills and fields among,They heard her singing her last song,The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy,Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,Till her blood was frozen slowly,And her eyes were darken'd wholly,Turn'd to tower'd Camelot;For ere she reach'd upon the tideThe first house by the water-side,Singing in her song she died,The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony,By garden-wall and gallery,A gleaming shape she floated by,A corse between the houses high,Silent into Camelot.Out upon the wharfs they came,Knight and burgher, lord and dame,And round the prow they read her name,The Lady of Shalott. Who is this? and what is here?And in the lighted palace nearDied the sound of royal cheer;And they cross'd themselves for fear,All the knights at Camelot:But Lancelot mused a little space;He said, "She has a lovely face;God in his mercy lend her grace,The Lady of Shalott. by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1842)

第一季就已经惊艳不已,第二季表现趋于完美.当那个异装癖精心装扮好走进夜色中,面对黑暗的世界时,我为演员的精湛表演叫好不已,随着矛盾深化,孤独被每一个角色演绎到丝丝入扣.这是这些年来少数看了以后舍不得删掉的片子之一,总想再看一遍.总在回味其中细节.那些精心布置的光线和角度.好片没法多,四集就四集吧.

《特雷西》那一集中，Tracie对Tony有三次试探。

第一次发生在Tracie在酒吧被刁难后。

Tony好心让Tracie搭车，Tracie在抵达公寓前，向Tony发出了“邀请”，试探Tony会不会留下与他共度一夜。

在二人相见数次后，Tracie逐渐感觉未得到Tony应有的重视，在那晚隔着公寓大门对Tony表达了心中不忿。

狂躁过后是T对T的第二次试探，试探Tony是否会和他约会，一起去变装夜店开怀一晚。

第三次试探是在生命危急关头。

Tracie拒绝协助Tony抛尸之后，在山野迢迢间奔逃，但不慎重重摔跤，此时杀红眼的Tony已经赶上。

Tony杀势汹汹， Tracie没有反抗，而惊恐地用手挡住，示意他不要下杀手。

这，或许是Tracie无意识地在试探Tony会不会对他手下留情。

为什么呢？

Tracie比Tony高大不少，身体上占有优势，意味着他反抗乃至反杀都可能成事，但他大概很想知道，Tony是否真的在意他？

是否有真情？

三次试探，Tracie似乎都是成功的（第二次试探，Tracie依旧得到了Tony的应允）。

这使我看到，从身体的互藉到生死抉择，双T间的情愫随试探变浓变深。

截图如下：

这部英剧短小精悍，每集一个故事，描绘了除开是非对错以外各主人公的是如何一步步走向是或非的。

第二季水平也不掉线。

真如网友所说，美剧是为了放空，英剧是为了思考第一集是关于同性恋的故事。

同性恋往往和悲剧挂钩，也总被文学创作拿来当题材。

归根结底哪有同性与异性之分，只不过是两个活着的灵魂蹭出了火花罢了最后一幅截图是最后一集，很有意思，从这个摄影角度虽然是在模仿儿子去世时的状态，但是我把它解读为为自己所说的谎向父亲忏悔比较有趣

悲剧的结果都是相同的，悲剧的原因都各个不同。

这种被告的原因调查应该是很有写头的，拿着案犯卷宗拿去看，都可以写成各个不同的无奈故事，故事太多。

mate & love 英剧《殊途同归》总体来说：剧集内容丰富，节奏更紧凑，情节更曲折，台词也经典，品类更多样，意义更深刻，S02E01 Tracie: Life passed you by. Too many people waste their lives in denial, always pleasing other people, never themselves. You're long time dead. 其实是不是男扮女装，即便是异性恋，也有着同样的问题，那就是不要掺和感情，会有各种问题。

S02E02 Sean the dead… 名字很幽默，致敬电影的？！

Women against guns: I can't believe I believed you. You can't take the pain away because you can't give me my son back. What you did makes your crime understandable but not excusable. 这部剧的悲剧问题其实在于政府没控制的黑社会而不在于枪或者家人的袒护，家人袒护是天经地义，无可指责的，枪击是社会造成的。

S02E03 It's too soon. A house is made of walls and beams; A home is built with love and dreams. 一个没有血缘的人是不值得如此被信任。

这一集应该拍续集，男主出来揭露女主罪恶行径成功逆袭。

S02E04 Why make a fuss over scum? I'm doing it for my family. What do you do to these serious concerns? Nothing.Happy ending～

1. Tracie's Story文学作用包括，to entertain, to instruct.记得似乎是Matthew Arnold说过的，不过终极目的还是寓教于乐：总之是要引导劳苦大众仰望贵族社会的贵不可攀，羡慕他们生活的优雅而自惭形愧，一个底层人削尖了脑袋攀到社会阶梯上端时，他也已经抛却了旧有的粗鄙，蜕变成为所谓上层人开始蔑视曾经自己所属的地方；此外，当他们耽迷于幻想世界时，自然会耗费一定心力，那么用于反抗政权的力量就被削弱一些，社会自然更稳定一些。

因为，文学是必不可少的。

如果把影视作品看作文学的另一个表达方式，那么Accused S01E01, Tracie's Story, 似乎与以上所阐述的完全不同，当然Arnold大仙已经是上上世纪的人了，理论也有些陈旧了。

Tracie，浓妆艳抹胸涌澎湃地踏上去往市中心的的士，有意无意中引来Tony这个男人。

暗夜里，低调的灯光下，Tracie一次次精心装扮只为Tony，似乎只是两只gay之间的情感纠缠，一直以为是Tracie陷得比较深，是他放不开，直到Tony叫嚣着说他爱他的妻子时痛苦扭曲的表情才察觉到或许是Tony在挣扎。

音乐响起，洗清罪名的Tracie再次踏上去往闹市的的士，正如他白日课堂中所吟诵的The Lady of Shalott:There she weaves by night and dayA magic web with colours gayShe has heard a whisper sayA curse is on her if she stayTo look down to Camelot他是被诅咒的，因为他生而为gay，而且是异装癖，但是他的一点点勇气使得他面对了真实的自我。

Tony不同，一直以来，Tony都扮演着一个深爱妻子的普通男人并深信不疑，只有遇到了Tracie,内心的lust才被勾起，逐渐发现了另一个自己（还是形成了另一个自己？

），更真实的自己，这样的自己太龌龊太肮脏（根据社会上的普遍标准），以至于他不能用这些弄脏了他妻子的心灵，再者，他或许是真的无法否定过去的自己，只好用谋杀这样的手段逼迫自己。

说到底，还是不经意间，或命中注定间，自我与自我的挣扎和反抗。

杀人者需受罚，诚然，Tony获刑。

似乎是祸首根源的Tracie walk away也没有什么，毕竟他不直接参与杀人，他只是有毒的玫瑰，引得Tony走上另一条路。

但令人感到有些不适应的是最后Tracie看似依然风流的夜生活，Tony之于他是什么?又一则例子？

男人到底都是spineless prick, 白天装正常晚上变野兽？

他的triumph来得有些自私。

或者那只是个人主义罢了，他有他的生活他的特点，如果有人不小心撞进了他自顾自织的网而愈陷愈深乃至扼杀旧我，那也不是他的错，他只是异装癖，只是爱找男人而已。

如果还按Arnold的想法来看，为了维持社会安稳运行，那么Tracie即便依据法律是清白的，也至少得有些悔过的表示吧，至少我是这么认为的。

当然，Tony获刑也可算是有警告意义的，不要跳脱角色，跳不起的，也不要随便杀人，要挨罚的。

不过抛开那些东西不讲，还是要直面人生，直面自己人生中的任何在他人看来不堪的东西，承认并好好生活，这就是最好的宣言.Tony不敢承认，所以受罚，更多的是心灵上的刑罚，而Tracie一直都是自由的，所以他walk away.4. Tina's Story二三无感，到第四集颇为震撼，这个与之前稍有些关联，挺有意思。

Stephen的死大概也可预料，不过似乎这与第三集里最后Stephen的后母去探望他时不太衔接呢，那时那个阴险的女人告诉Stephen他的父亲和弟弟都not well,立马让人觉得那个女人就是阴谋策划要毒死这父子，这一集里最开始却是Stephen刚到监狱，狱警Tina一开始的犹疑似乎很合乎情理，这样才是自保的最佳方式，可她的同事Frank后来的卑鄙手段令人痛恨，真是奇怪，他和犯人策划攻击狱警却没有受到指控。

Tina押送的第二个少年恰好是第二集里获刑12年的那个，这个少年也问Tina是否married，这下触动了Tina的心，明知不可能真的帮助他逃脱也还是打开手铐让他跑，这无异于自杀行为。

其实在那个男孩奔跑的时候最害怕的预想是会有狱警追来并射杀，幸好没有看到这样一幕。

受理Tina案子的那个法官说话很合情合理，作为国家法律执行的关键人物，如果所有的都那么有人性且正义就好了。

Tina在剧中walk away了，是不是有点理想主义呢

《夏洛特姑娘》源于丁尼生的一首诗，取材于中世纪亚瑟王的传说。

在亚瑟王宫廷所在地卡姆洛的上游，河中小岛夏洛特的古堡里住着一位女子，没人知道她的来历，只能从窗口瞥见她的身影，听到她的歌声。

夏洛特姑娘受到仙人的诅咒，不能直接观看窗外的现实世界，只能透过镜中反映，把看到的情景织成图案。

有一天，亚瑟王手下最英俊的骑士兰斯洛特骑马走过，夏洛特姑娘在镜中看见，立刻爱上了他。

她停止纺织，走到窗前下望。

镜子顿时破裂，咒语立即应验，夏洛特姑娘面临死亡的命运。

痛哭之后，她离开古堡，在河边找到一只小船，把多年编织的挂毯挂在船边，在船头刻下自己的名字，解开船缆，放舟直下，漂向亚瑟王的宫廷，希望在死前能见到所爱的骑士一面。

但她未能如愿，死在途中。

小船到达卡姆洛，骑士和贵妇人纷纷围观，兰斯洛特也在人群中。

他看到夏洛特姑娘的面容，惊叹其优雅美丽，但没有人，包括兰斯洛特，知道这姑娘的悲惨故事。

<夏洛特姑娘> 丁尼生青青河畔麦，绵绵两岸长，覆盖原野阔，遥接苍穹邈。

迢迢有大路，穿越田与野，通向卡米洛特，许多塔楼之地。

来者其熙熙，往者亦攘攘，依依回首望，百合花之地，小岛花环绕，岛名夏洛特。

柳树衰白杨树颤，微风吹散薄暮寒。

岛畔波浪永不停，流向城堡卡米洛特。

四面灰色的高墙，四座灰色的塔楼，围起那鲜花之地，宁静小岛树荫下，是夏洛特的姑娘。

依依杨柳绕岛生，沉沉驳船驽马牵，小艇轻疾无人送，驶过水面如丝绸，去往城堡卡米洛特：可是谁曾见她手儿扬？

谁曾见她凭窗立？

谁又曾识得她芳容？

夏洛特的姑娘啊。

唯有早起的刈麦人，依稀听见一支歌谣，回响在起了芒的麦田，从蜿蜒的河水那头，飘向城堡卡米洛特：月色下疲倦的农人，将麦束堆在风吹过的高地，他们聆听且低语：“这是仙女般的夏洛特姑娘啊。

”The Lady of ShalottTennysonPART ION either side the river lieLong fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot; 5 And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, 10 Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, 15 Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.By the margin, willow-veil'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'd 20 By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? 25 Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly 30 From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot: And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy,Listening, whispers ''Tis the fairy 35Lady of Shalott.' 二她日日夜夜织啊织，一张魔网色彩斑斓。

空中隐隐曾有预言：她若胆敢停了机杼，偷望一眼卡米洛特，魔咒降临永劫不复。

她不知这魔咒为何，于是她不停织啊织，心里万念已是俱灰，夏洛特的姑娘啊。

一方明镜面前悬挂，尘世幻影一一浮现。

她看见近处有大路，蜿蜒通往卡米洛特：那里河水漩涡凶险，那里村夫脾气暴躁，卖菜妇穿着红披风，都匆匆路过夏洛特。

欢快的姑娘成群走，修士骑着马慢慢踱，鬈发的少年牧羊郎，长发侍童穿红披肩，他们都去往卡米洛特；有时蓝色的镜子映出，骑士们并排飞驰而过她却没有忠心的骑士，夏洛特的姑娘啊。

那张魔网她织啊织，织入镜中奇异幻影，寂寂夜里哀乐声，明火羽杖送殡人，去往城堡卡米洛特；明月皎皎悬中天，新婚人儿双双来；“我已厌倦这些幻影，”夏洛特的姑娘说。

PART IIThere she weaves by night and dayA magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay 40 To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be,And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she,The Lady of Shalott. 45 And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year,Shadows of the world appear.There she sees the highway nearWinding down to Camelot: 50 There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls,And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott.Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, 55 An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot;And sometimes thro' the mirror blue 60The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, 65 For often thro' the silent nightsA funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed; 70 'I am half sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.三离她香闺一箭之遥，骏马飞驰穿越麦地，耀目阳光透过树叶黄铜甲胄光亮如火，那是勇猛的兰斯洛特。

盾牌守护他的心上人，红十字骑士永远忠心；盾牌闪耀在金色原野，一旁是遥远的夏洛特。

玉络辔头黄金甲，灿若星辰照河汉，马铃铛铛马蹄疾，扬鞭赶往卡米洛特。

族徽纹带随风扬，威武银号悬雕鞍，锁甲叮叮蹄声碎，驰过遥远的夏洛特。

碧空净无云，银鞯珠玉沉，雉翎饰金盔，跃跃如火焰，骑士策马疾，赶往卡米洛特。

暮色凝紫霞，河汉流光华，陨星拽长迹，划过寂静的夏洛特。

他的眉峰凝着阳光，他的战马四蹄生风，他的乌黑鬈发从盔底飞扬，当他疾驰赶往卡米洛特。

河岸悄悄，河水流淌，他的身影闪过闺中明镜，“缇啦藜啦”，兰斯洛特的歌声，飘过宁静的河岸。

断画帛，弃机杼，离香闺，步履匆匆，她看见水莲幽幽开放，她看见雉翎映着盔甲，她遥遥眺望卡米洛特。

魔网飞出窗外，在风中飘扬，明镜骤然裂成两半；“魔咒降临永劫不复，”夏洛特姑娘惊声呼喊。

PART IIIA bow-shot from her bower-eaves,He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, 75 And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot.A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield,That sparkled on the yellow field, 80 Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily 85 As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott. 90All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-featherBurn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. 95 As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; 100 On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'dHis coal-black curls as on he rode,As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river 105 He flash'd into the crystal mirror, 'Tirra lirra,' by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom,She made three paces thro' the room, 110 She saw the water-lily bloom,She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 115 'The curse is come upon me!' cried The Lady of Shalott.四东风狂暴撼长空，枯黄林中叶飘零，河水奔流泣两岸，低沉天空暴雨下，冲刷着卡米洛特。

辞别绣楼走到岸边，柳荫下弃舟自漂浮，船头上她刻下小字一行：我是夏洛特的姑娘。

顺着河水眺望卡米洛特，阴郁的河面波涛翻滚——仿佛大胆先知沉吟不语，默默注视着自己的厄运——面容惨淡毫无表情。

白昼最后一缕光线逝去，她放开船链，躺在船底；宽阔的河流送她向远方，那是夏洛特的姑娘啊。

她的衣裳像雪一样洁白，在风中轻盈地来回飘舞——树叶无声地落在她身上穿越喧嚣的寒冷夜色，她随流漂向卡米洛特：船头摇摆着蜿蜒前行，穿过田野和柳树低垂的山丘，人们听见她最后的歌唱，那是夏洛特的姑娘啊。

远处传来赞美的诗唱，如泣如慕，时高时低，她的血液渐渐凝结，她的眼眸光彩黯淡，船正漂向卡米洛特；潮水还没有把她带到岸边，第一幢房屋也还遥远，唱着动人的歌谣她已死去，夏洛特的姑娘啊。

漂过塔楼，绕过阳台，穿过花园的围墙和门廊，她的躯体隐约可见，高耸的房屋下她脸色苍白，静静地漂向卡米洛特。

屋里的人们涌向码头，骑士和平民，爵士和夫人，船头上读到她的名字：“我是夏洛特的姑娘。

”她是谁？

为何流落此间？

近处的宫殿里灯火通明，霎时没有了欢呼的声音；卡米洛特的英勇骑士们，心怀恐惧划着十字。

唯有兰斯洛特略微沉吟，“叹她娇靥美如花。

上帝恩慈赐荣光，夏洛特的姑娘啊。

”PART IVIn the stormy east-wind straining,The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, 120 Heavily the low sky rainingOver tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the prow she wrote 125 The Lady of Shalott. And down the river's dim expanse— Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance— With a glassy countenance 130 Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. 135 Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right— The leaves upon her falling light—Thro' the noises of the night She floated down to Camelot: 140 And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, 145Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darken'd wholly,Turn'd to tower'd Camelot; For ere she reach'd upon the tide 150 The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott.Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, 155A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high,Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, 160 And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott. Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; 165 And they cross'd themselves for fear, All the knights at Camelot: But Lancelot mused a little space; He said, 'She has a lovely face;God in His mercy lend her grace, 170 The Lady of Shalott.'