马男波杰克第五季

首发于公众号“影探”ID：ttyingtan作者：大表姐转载请注明出处从第一季开始，马男系列的评分就没掉下来9分过。

第五季更是以9.3分强势回归。

有人或许奇怪了。

就这么一匹马，丑啦吧唧，低眉搭眼的，凭什么这么招人喜欢？

别人我不知道，反正对表姐来说，马男就像一剂精神鸦片。

贼！

上！

瘾！

你看看它的基调。

播到第五季了还是那一个字：丧作为一个中年过气明星，马男对抗焦虑的方式竟然是——逃避。

找工作？

why? 是酒不好喝，还是烟不好抽？

还是勾搭来的妹子不够靓呢？

40来岁，依然没有相爱的人。

So? 随便跟谁约一炮就好了。

哦，这个“随便”，是真的很随便。

前女友兼经纪人？

可以。

片场合作的女主角？

可以。

甚至当年电视剧里扮演自己女儿的童星？

可以啊没问题。

交心的朋友？

在他家沙发上赖了6年的Todd算一个。

可马男那个态度...日常不耐烦，经常性打击，永远毒舌。

最后天使如Todd，也因为伤害彻底离开。

还有永远给他擦屁股，偶尔也上床的前女友兼经纪人Princess Caroline.根本不爱他。

在一起，也只是因为惧怕孤独，互相取暖。

就连唯一懂他的女人Diane，也选择嫁给了更阳光的Mr. PeanutButter。

说实话，每次表姐看着马男的生活，就像看着一个巨大的黑洞。

他唯一擅长的事，就是伤害对他好的人，就是把一切都搞砸。

这样的人，不是人渣又是什么？

可我们偏偏又那么爱这个贱人。

甚至有点...心疼他。

因为丧，并不是他的锅。

作为一次意外怀孕的结果，身为中产阶级的妈妈，不得不因为他，下嫁给了穷困的老爸。

从小，他就被当成是个累赘。

听到最多的话，不是“我爱你”，而是“都是你，毁了我的生活。

”

每天看着爸妈争吵，互相指责，没有人在意他的感受。

老妈更是坦言，“你不会幸福的”。

因为你天生破碎。

试问这样一个从未被爱过的人，又该如何去爱别人？

所以除了丧，他还“毒”。

“毒”，是因为被伤到之后，就能一眼看清，哪些是真相，哪些才是谎言。

他换无数女友，孑然一人，不过是看透了恋爱的本质，无非是互相伤害。

也知道人间不值得，假装开心，自欺欺人。

虽然嘴巴一直在得罪人，但心里其实知道大家最想听的是什么。

也早就比其他人参破了人生的意义。

其实从头到尾，马男都是个底色悲凉的、孤独的清醒者。

就像《闻香识女人》中，阿尔帕西诺那番话：I always knew what the right path was.Without exception, I know, but I never took it, you know why?It was too damn hard.一直以来，马男都知道哪条是对的路。

可他也从来不走，因为太他妈的难了。

所以他一边胡作，一边愧疚，直到第三季结束，所有人都离开了他。

大厦崩塌。

第四季的开头，马男消失了一年。

他远离LA，来到母亲小时候的家里。

在那里，他了解到，原来妈妈也有一个不幸的童年——当年她的哥哥战死，母亲患了抑郁症，父亲态度冷淡...她也没有学会怎么去爱人。

之后回到LA的家里，有一个姑娘来找他认亲。

DNA测试后，发现是自己的“女儿”。

“女儿”要马男一起，帮她寻找生母。

就在这个过程中，他无意间发现这是一个大乌龙：自己其实是姑娘的哥哥。

而当年，正是自己的母亲，帮着姑娘的母亲，也就是插足者，生下了孩子。

“她或许，也没有自己认为的那么刻薄吧...”

故事进行到这里，所有人都以为马男会有一个happy ending。

跟母亲和解，做个有爱的哥哥，和家人团聚。

然而第五季一开头，马男的母亲就去世了。

葬礼上，马男一如既往地开着那些刻薄的玩笑。

可这一幕，却让表姐真实地掉泪了。

致辞时，他提到母亲弥留之际，曾经对他说过最后一句话：I SEE YOU我看见你了

尽管装出满不在乎的样子，马男还是忍不住猜测这背后的意味：她的意思是终于看到我了吗？

54年，妈妈我终于被你看到了。

原来你知道我要什么？

我要的就是你的关注啊。

可你却在最后一刻才满足我吗？

那一刻，这个浪荡丧气的中年大叔，委屈地像个孩子。

爱就算迟到，可终究也是爱啊。

所以，马男终于被治愈了？

没有，这部剧没这么善良。

下一秒，马男说到母亲住在ICU病房时，才突然醒悟：什么I SEE YOU，母亲只是读出了病房牌子上的ICU（同音）。

一切，都只是他的自作多情。

原来母亲直到最后一刻，都没有看过他一眼。

这才是人生啊。

人生没这么善良。

只是这一刻，马男脸上的苦涩，让人不忍心再看一眼。

那是他唯一一次在人前表达在乎，那是他唯一一次流露出脆弱。

我们总是期待着有大团圆。

可生活从来不是电视剧，不会在某个幸福的高潮点戛然而止。

我们能做的，或许就像马男一样，假装微笑并信以为真，放浪形骸来掩饰孤独。

并且死不承认脆弱。

有何胜利可言？

挺住意味着一切。

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E06 In all the shots of the horse, you can see a paper coffee cup on the kitchen counter, but in the shots of Ethan, the coffee cup is missing. Was that because the show was making a statement about the fluctuant subjectivity of memory and how even two people can experience the same moment in entirely different ways? And I didn't have the heart to be, like, "No, man, some crew guy just left their coffee cup in the shot." And maybe this is like that coffee cup, maybe we're dumb to try to pin significance onto every little thing. My mother,she knew what it's like to feel your entire life like you're drowning with the exception of these moments, these very rare, brief instances, in which you suddenly remember you can swim. Mostly not, mostly you're drowning, she understood that too, and she recognized that I understood it, and dad. All three of us were drowning and we didn't know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. It had all the right pieces, but it just couldn't put them together. And when it got cancelled I was really bummed out, not because I liked the show, but because I knew it could be so much better, and now it never would be, and that's what losing a parent is like. Suddenly, you realize you'll never have the good relationship you wanted and as long as they were alive, even though you'd never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn't even realize it until that chance went away. "My mother is dead and everything is worse now." Because now I know, I will never have a mother who looks at me from across the room and says "BoJack Horseman, I see you." But I guess it's good to know, it's good to know that there is nobody looking out for me, that there never was and there never will be, so it's good to know that I am the only one that I can depend on. And I know that now and it's good, it's good that I know that, so it's good my mother's dead.

我打开第五季的网盘，本来想放纵自己颓废一整天，刷完却不知怎么备受鼓舞。

我一直以为流行文化和思想是矛盾的两极，但是马男第五季是如此地前所未有的深刻，使人唯有严肃对待，反思自己的世界。

这里，我并不是要覆盖到编剧所有的构想，只是举出一些引发我思考的点。

1 凝视理论和性别平权在第一集中，吉娜批评菲尔伯特中的女性裸体戏和萨茜无脑人设为“男性凝视”（male-gazing），于是马男用学会的新词，用来跟编剧叫板，却适得其反，也被拍了裸戏。

此处字幕将male gaze(y) 译成“物化女性”

let's give women something to gaze那么，什么是男性凝视？

男性凝视的概念最初是由女权主义电影评论家劳拉·马尔维（Laura Mulvey）在文章“视觉快乐和叙事电影”（1975）中提出的，其中她提出性别之间的权力不对称是电影中的控制力量;男性凝视是为了男性观众的快乐而构建的，这种观点深深植根于父权制的意识形态和话语中。

在相机将观察者置于异性恋男人的视角中时，他的视线徘徊在女人身体的曲线上，女性成为为电影故事中角色或电影的男性观众的色情对象。

通过在男性凝视中，男性成为电影幻想中的主导力量，其中女性是男性观众主动凝视的被动对象。

男性凝视优先于女性凝视反映了两性之间社会和政治权力的潜在不对称。

”

而与男性凝视对立的是女性凝视。

在此类电影中女性成为一个叙事故事讲述者，而不是一个对象。

这些电影旨在代表女性主角的欲望，因此，代表女性电影观众的欲望。

但是女性凝视是不正常的，只要想象把文艺复兴时期绘画里面的绘画中女性换成男性就能明白。

自行脑补三秒……然而这个正常的正是男性凝视不正常之处：无论是男性个体还是由这些个体创造的机构，都有能力决定什么是“自然的”。

随着时间的推移，这些构建的信念开始显得“自然”或“正常”，因为它们是流行的并且没有受到挑战。

那么，当波杰克拍裸戏时，就是对性别的“正常”一种挑战与抗争。

果真如此吗？

戴安不这么想。

即使影视作品将女性作为欲望主体，究竟能改变什么？

为什么必须是女性来对抗这一切？

抗争是否一种精力的浪费？

女性凝视的电影给了女性自己是主体的幻像，而当幕布落下，她依然必须面对现实世界中的种种不公。

（戴安新发型好评）波杰克并不理解女权，但是在第四集中，他却成了人人喜爱的女权主义者。

让戴安不能理解的是，当她为女权发声时，没有人会听，而当马男说出同样的话，所有人都称赞他的勇敢。

当名人说自己不反对女权主义时，又多少是出于政治正确，而不是真正的共情和理解？

这种双重标准让我不禁联想到国内对“田园女权”的指责：不知多少男性指责者真的就比所谓田园女权了解更多女权理论呢？

“谁在乎你怎么想，我说我是女权主义者那我TM就是！

”性别平权运动本质上是极其复杂的。

性侵或家暴受害者即使发声，也未必就能解决问题。

比如，吉娜就是这样。

当马男发现自己对吉娜施暴后，他本来想坦白一切，说出自己做了什么，但是吉娜阻止了他。

“人们终于通过我的表演认识了我，我不想成为那个被波杰克掐过脖子的女孩。

我不想让你成为发生在我身上的最广为人知的事情。

我不想让你成为人们在采访我时所有问题的焦点。

我想让这事快快结束。

”她恨极了波杰克，但是她不想在公众眼中永远做一个受害者，而非一个演员，一个独立的人。

于是她选择了沉默。

编剧曾被问及：很多在温斯坦之后发声的人并不一定那么有名，现在所有人关注的就是她们的被虐待经历，吉娜这个角色是否与这类事情有关？

他的回答是：这非常可怕。

我厌恶那些人，他们以为这些女性讲述关于虐待的故事是为了能够成名。

没有一个例子可以证明那是可行的。

我不认为这就是为什么有人会这样做的原因。

事实上，完全相反，这是她们不这样做的原因。

我明白为什么一个女人会想要对她的故事保持沉默，这是非常悲伤的。

”的确是悲伤的。

她们生活在要么隐忍着痛苦，要么职业受挫还被人误解污蔑的困境中。

而从性侵者的角度来看，问题变得更加复杂。

作为一个马男波杰克的万年粉，我是喜欢他的，虽然他做过让人讨厌的事情，但是他毕竟是一匹丧得可爱的马。

这并不能掩盖他是一个施暴者的事实。

在第五季中，戴安对费尔伯特的批评也是我一直以来对马男波杰克这部剧的疑问：难道施暴者的内心痛苦就能减轻他的罪行吗？

用这一点为自己的糟糕行为辩护是否正当呢？

他们应该成为我们同情的对象吗（比如杀人的滴滴司机）？

戴安的回答是：看看受害者。

看看萨拉琳，看看那个杭州女孩，她们已经死了。

这句话是残忍的，无论是对戴安还是观众。

但是这是看马男时不能忘记的一点。

相比之下，陶德的支线故事就轻松愉快多了。

但是他作为无性恋人群的故事，也提出了很严肃的问题：社会倾向于把少数群体无差别地带着刻板印象去看待，忽略了TA们也是立体的有个性的人。

陶德和尤兰达虽然同样是无性恋者，却除此之外并无任何共同点：一个充满不切实际的梦想，一个理性而实际，最后两人和平分手。

陶德提出分手这就引出了交互性（intersectionality）的问题。

社会的压力来自各个方面，每一个边缘人的处境也不尽相同，所以，我们应该综合地考虑这些因素，毕竟少数群体也是普通人。

说句题外话，我也认识一位无性恋者。

我们在一个纽约州的小镇散步，偶然看到一户门上挂着彩虹旗的人家。

她说：“看，gay flag！

” 我随口说：“也说不定是女同呢。

”于是她问我：“这个问题可能有些私人，但是你是直女吗？

”“应该是吧，不过我还在questioning……” 我很惊讶，一是发现自己从来没仔细想过这个问题，二是好奇她为什么会问这个问题。

（不过两年后的今天，如果有人问我这个问题，我可以很肯定地说我不是。

）“唔，我是无性恋。

我从来没有对任何人产生过性欲。

” 她平静地说。

我们从此之后不再那么频繁地见面了，尽管我非常喜欢她：她是我见过最喜欢猫和狗的人，管狗叫pupper，她还喜欢玩电子游戏和画画。

她母亲是杭州人，父亲是德国人。

她很可爱。

想到这些，我总是觉得很可惜：如果我放下那点可悲的矜持，如果我能更了解全部的她，那该多好。

2 美国的鸦片类药物危机（opioid cricis）

注意床头柜上的药瓶波杰克此次的药物成瘾与此前纯粹的娱乐不同。

第五集中PC在老家无法照顾片场，导致波杰克发生了事故，从楼顶摔下，摔伤背部。

从在医院接受治疗时起，他才开始服用一种棕色小瓶里的止痛片。

疑似波杰克服用的止痛片oxycodone如果不是参加过一次关于止痛片滥用的辩论并做过这方面的研究（当时的辩题是：是否应该像对待毒贩一样严罚开过量阿片类药物处方的医生），如果不是在夏校时宿舍楼里有人吸毒昏迷被送去医院，我也不会注意到这个细节。

在我们指责波杰克的种种不堪时，也不要忽略了这个（在美国）由来已久的严重社会问题：鸦片类药物泛滥（opioid epidemic）。

合成类鸦片类药物如芬太尼（fentanyl）和羟二氢可待因酮（oxycodone）属于针对慢性疼痛的合法药物，比如波杰克的背痛。

这些药的成瘾率相当于海洛因，高于吗啡，但是却被广泛地通过正规渠道贩卖给病人。

“正规药物”早在1996年，制药公司Purdue Pharma声称OxyContin虽然比其他止痛药强大得多，但由于其缓释化学配方而不那么容易上瘾。

许多医生相信了OxyContin神话并受到制药公司提供的津贴的鼓舞（这些制药公司在2000年花费了令人难以置信的40.4亿美元的直接营销。

）在服用这些药物的人群中，百分之二十七误用药物，百分之八到十二产生了神经紊乱。

药物滥用的症状包括：将阿片类药物与酒精或某些其他药物相结合，每日服用高剂量的阿片类药物，服用非法的阿片类药物，如海洛因或非法制造的芬太尼。

这些症状波杰克都有了。

合理用量大约在三小时一粒，波杰克是整瓶往嘴里倒……受害的不只波杰克一人。

根据美国疾病控制中心的数据，去年美国毒品过量导致超过72,000人死亡 - 这是由致命的阿片类药物流行引起的新记录。

疾病预防控制中心估计，2017年有72,287人因过量服用而死亡，比前一年增加了约10％。

根据新数据，大部分死亡人数 - 近49,000人 - 是由阿片类药物引起的。

最大的驱动因素是合成阿片类芬太尼，它杀死了超过29,000人，其次是海洛因和其他毒品。

越来越多的过量药物使得这种药物大流行比枪支暴力，汽车碰撞或艾滋病更致命，这些暴力事件在一年内从未杀死过多少人。

2017年，每天有近200人因过量服用而死亡。

波杰克已经在尝试着戒酒，他却深陷于这些药丸中，如果没有那个事故，他本可以开始新的生活。

——真的吗？

自然，有他自己的问题。

他需要麻醉自己，这样内心才能稍微好受一些，但是无论是靠酒精，海洛因还是止痛片，他永远逃不脱的唯有自己。

"It's you."他唯一能改变的，只有承认自己需要帮助。

于是在全剧结尾，他去戒毒所寻求帮助。

他终于做到了这件几十年都没有完成的事。

虽然他自己也担心也许一切依然不会好起来，但是这小小的努力意味着他至少有可能恢复。

因为如果不能改变自己，至少也要直面。

这是改变的第一步。

这一点适用于所有的瘾君子。

3 荒诞/符号学想必大多数观众都对第六集中波杰的独白佩服得五体投地。

当马男平静地讲述自己在汉堡店的日常经历时，没人能猜到他此时是在母亲的葬礼上致悼词。

他这种平静，不禁让人马上想起《局外人》的开头：“母亲死了，也许是昨天，我不知道。

”同样与加缪的《局外人》暗合的，还有这一集中数不清的让人心碎的荒诞：母亲死了，波杰克的生活却一如既往，唯一不同的是他有理由对陌生人的客套说出自己的真实感受，还有汉堡店送的一份免费油条。

更讽刺的是，棺材里甚至都不是碧翠丝真正的身体，波杰克走错了葬礼厅。

一切都如梦一般荒谬，连葬礼是一场闹剧。

而在马男充满闹剧的生命终点，又有谁会缅怀真正的他呢？

死者已逝，生者也终有一死。

母亲的死提醒了波杰克：人都是要死的，你是下一个。

死亡就是生命无意义的最好的证明。

马男在讲台上对棺材说话：“妈妈，你有什么想说的吗？

如果你为我骄傲，请敲一下棺材板。

”他习惯了母亲的喋喋不休，仍然等待着回答——即使现在，他还在等待，等待着迟来的哪怕一点点母爱。

意识到这一点，他愤怒对母亲喊道：我是你儿子啊，我只有你了！

然而所有这些痛苦与期待随着妈妈的死戛然而止，一切都突如其来，毫无道理。

这一刻的寂静是可怕的。

如加缪所说：世界逃脱了我们，再次显现出自己的本色。

那些惯于蒙面的背景又恢复了本来面目，远离我们而去。

”面对像我们所有人一样，马男想给每件微小的细节赋予意义。

他的悼词围绕对母亲遗言的阐释展开：“有那么一刻，当一切突然陷入诡异的平静，她望向我说：我看见你了(I see you)。

没有批评，没有失望，只有接受。

”这话既可能是对波杰克的认可，也可能是对空中马男父亲幻影所说的，更有可能的，是她在读重症监护室里ICU三个字母。

但最绝望的是，她已经死了，没有人会知道她到底说的是什么。

索绪尔的符号学提出，语言与由所指和能指组成。

声音是能指（signifier），而其代表的事物则是所指（signified）。

词语可以映射物体，就像当你说到苹果这个词语，我们自然就能想到苹果这一事物，因此一切都存在普遍的映射关系。

索绪尔理论伊丽莎白一世在临终之时摸了摸自己的头，她这是在表达什么意思呢？

她希望传达什么样的信息呢？

这到底意味着她在指定詹姆斯一世作为自己的继承人，还是说这仅仅只是代表她死前正在头疼？

在这里，伊丽莎白一世的手势，就成为了一个典型的空洞的能指。

它意味着某种东西，它生成了某种意义，我们认为，它应该在对应一个所指，它一定是有其内在的深刻含义的。

但是，伊丽莎白已经死了，我们要怎么询问她呢？

这个能指的意义又到底是什么呢？

意义，总是要经由能指链条的运动而得到的，或者简单来说，我们对意义的感觉，总是通过“解释”而生产的，因此当你提到一个能指，它其实并不会真正对应所指，它只会让你解释它自己，这个过程中你不断召唤出更多的能指，并形成了一个动态的能指链条。

是能指链条带给我们意义的感受。

不过，能指链条也会存在扭曲和断裂的时候，比如那个死掉的伊丽莎白，在我们看来，死亡导致了她一生能指链条的断裂，让我们不能了解到她摸头的动作究竟在表达什么意思……每个人的死亡都是一个能指链条的断裂。

”碧翠丝的遗言也像伊丽莎白的手势一般，是这样一个所指链断裂。

她的存在产生了缺口，她不再能解释自己的话，于是没有人能知道她在生命的结束时的所思所想。

她是真的在读ICU的牌子吗？

在这个荒凉的世界上，人与人之间唯一的联系——语言，本质上也如此脆弱，如此不可靠，如此不堪一击。

从这个意义上讲，人注定孤独。

即使母亲没有死，马男也是无依无靠的。

费尔伯特编剧的办公室（E4），注意上图中红圈中的英文“尼采”和左侧白板上对尼采的引用：“你若长久地看着深渊，深渊也会凝视你。

”以及下面的恶搞：“你若趁深渊心不在焉时足够快地瞟一眼，你就能将其尽收眼底。

”Credit:1《谈谈女权和自由等问题》，来自公众号“后现代主义哲学”，作者阿月2 维基词条”male gaze”(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Male_gaze#cite_ref-mulvey1975_8-0)3 编剧访谈http://variety.com/2018/tv/news/bojack-horseman-season-5-interview-metoo-netflix-1202941206/3 4 卫报关于opioid crisis 的报道：http://www.theguardian.com/books/2018/aug/19/dopesick-dealers-doctors-drug-company-addicted-america-by-beth-macy-reviewhttp://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2018/aug/16/us-drug-overdose-deaths-opioids-fentanyl-cdc5 美国毒品监管中心官网：http://www.drugabuse.gov/drugs-abuse/opioids/opioid-overdose-crisis6 加缪《局外人》《西西弗神话》

从S1到现在的S5，一直在追BoJack Horseman。

BoJack Horseman S5刚上映的当天，我一口气刷到了E10，整个过程从满怀期待到渐渐麻木，那种很颓的麻木。

我不是个专业的剧评人，无法从各个层面去分析剧情的结构，也不懂什么专业名词，全靠意识流与共鸣去欣赏。

我知道按照以往套路，E11一定会发生什么很丧的事，所以停下来调整心态。

可当我以为我做好准备点开播放时，那一集还是让我感受到了痛苦。

整部剧荒诞的格调与现实撞击在一起，在BoJack爬上楼梯看着巨大的Philbert，我突然被这似曾相识的无奈重创心头，虽然最后一集的结局与s4的结局同样疗愈，但我始终记得那个茫然无助的眼神。

看完后，我翻了翻影评，大部分人都在称赞E06是神作，将整季拉高了好几个档次，我倒觉得还好，反正看到大家还是一样的丧，就放心了。

二刷BoJack Horseman S5是突然的，由于之前状态不好，所以一刷的时候很多感觉都很模糊，只记得本季是由BoJack拍摄一部新剧《Philbert》开始的。

当二刷完成后，想把心里面的冠军集搬给E02。

她除了丰富Diane的人物性格以外，也运用了非常厉害的手法，将看似独立的故事毫无痕迹地渗透到了后面的剧情，即使没有埋下伏笔。

Diane当之无愧成为了这一季的最佳配角。

甚至在主线内核的表达作用比BoJack更为重要。

剖析性别平权，深入挖掘友谊，质问施暴者内心的内疚与痛苦难道应该成为被原谅的理由？

许多问题经由Diane被展现给观众，但魅力之处就在于这部剧永远不会给你对错或者答案。

上一季原生家庭创伤也是遗留给了观众自己思考。

E02里Diane去了越南旅游，给自己列了十条去越南旅游的原因，或者是去寻根，或者是可以放纵，摆脱原来的生活。

可在最亲近的异乡中，她仍感觉到了这十个原因只是借口。

而

E03与E04对于Todd无性恋的恋爱问题和Hollywoo男性凝视问题分别进行了更深层次的探讨，同时在E03中BoJeck鼓励与自己拍戏的女一号Gina大胆的去实现自己的歌星梦，虽然最后以Gina的破音失败告终，但两人的感情线持续升温，紧扣着剧情的发展。

E05的双时间线叙事完整了P.C的性格成因与对待婚姻的观念，也为后面的剧情埋下了重要的伏笔。

而再看一遍E06之后，也才终于明白为什么会是神作了。

BoJack在母亲Beatrice的葬礼上二十分钟的独白，内容输出不只密集，还环环相扣。

他说，在他陪伴Beatrice走过最后的那几天，Beatrice对他说过的最后一句话是I see you，他不明白这句话到底是什么意思。

母亲一生都在责怪他，挖苦他，他怨恨他的家庭，怨恨父亲的自负与母亲的刻薄，怨恨家庭无休止的争吵，但他同样意识到了其实父母和他一样，都是在生活中溺水的人（马），对于溺水的人而言，能得到那一口空气的喘息是那么美好。

或许Beatrice说的那一句I see you想表达的，是她在临终前，终于看见了这一生同样在挣扎的BoJack。

不是的BoJack，其实Beatrice早知道她对你造成了太多的伤害，所以她曾经才会对你说，你生来就支离破碎。

当BoJack在追溯自己前半生的家庭鲜有的美好回忆后，他或许原谅了Beatrice，至少他心软了。

可当他突然反应过来母亲说的那句I see you，只不过是在读ICU的牌子时，他又变回了那匹尖酸刻薄的马。

他说：我妈妈死了，我得到的只有免费的油条。

E07与E08依旧保持着高水准，E07的双线叙事就已经够看了，E08的四线交错叙事简直不要太精彩。

不得不说花生酱先生在本季有了一点点改变，与Diane离婚让他开始反思恋爱中自己的不足与婚姻。

四条时间线平行推进，以每年一度的万圣节派对为背景，以相似的结局收场，对于我这种老粉来说，各式各样的彩蛋比所想表达的问题更吸引我。

算是对老粉的一种回馈吧。

E09与E10开始将剧情带入了后半段，聚焦的问题变少了，人物的矛盾开始进入白热化阶段。

BoJack因为E05中P.C暂时离开剧组的原因，在拍戏时从五楼摔下，住院期间医生给他开的止疼药使他产生了依赖性。

E09中他对药物的依赖性逐渐强烈，不惜将自己的车撞向别人的车制造车祸，以此来换得止疼药（其实严格上说是换取心中对于滥用药物的过意不去）。

而E10在新戏《Philbert》首映会大获成功后，戏中角色的脆弱性被人们喜爱上，Diane作为该剧的编剧之一，她认为坏人的脆弱不应该是他被人原谅的筹码。

这种在她眼里不好的导向使得她在首映会中与BoJack大吵一架。

BoJack认为在往季里他所有做过的烂事里，他也是一个受害者。

他带着内心的愧疚痛苦的活着，甚至认为他才是最痛苦的那个人。

而Diane根本无法理喻，她提到了因为BoJack死去的Sara Lynn，BoJack无言以对。

虽然最后这场争吵不欢而散，但Diane还是觉得BoJack有救。

其实Diane这么愤怒，不仅仅有E12里她的上司所说的用过高的标准要求自己与身边的所有人，还有Diane始终保持着自我否定。

她将这种自我否定代入了BoJack的身上，在骂他的时候同样在发泄内心里那个很矛盾的自己。

E11中，因为滥用药物，且剧本塑造的Philbert形象与自己过于相似，BoJack已经马戏不分，在一次次拍戏的过程与自己的生活搞混后，拍戏时他死死地掐着Gina的脖子，以为剧中的生活就是现实世界，以至于导演喊卡都没有松手，差点将Gina掐死。

最后BoJack意识到了问题所在，登向那个虚幻的楼梯，看着漂浮着空中巨大的Philbert气球，失去了那段记忆。

抛开剧情来说，这一集的手法可以说是成人童话题材里教科书级别的。

说是神作也不为过。

在对BoJack精神层面的剖析上会比S1E11里更直白。

可能因为有些悲伤是遥远且相似的，而身在其中的我没有办法去解读这一集结构上有什么诟病或者牛逼之处。

只是看完好像和S3E11一样，胸口一闷，千言万语如鲠在喉。

E12交代完其它角色在本季中的最终走向后，最后时间给到了Diane和BoJack。

为了治疗药物成瘾，Diane陪BoJack来到了戒毒所门口。

分别时BoJack问，为什么你对我这么好，明明我做了那么多让你伤心的事。

Diane说了她高二时期被朋友背叛的事情。

她说，我恨她，她拿我当初告诉她的秘密来攻击我，我没有办法原谅她。

可是，当她的妈妈重病时，我去陪她了。

因为她曾经是我最好的朋友而她需要我。

Diane一直想塑造自己是一个有原则，有态度的人，她想靠自己的力量保护自己，可这段话就是打开了自己心防，可以看出她其实没有真的讨厌BoJeck，只是她不知道怎么去面对自己。

就像那句话说的。

我想变得更好，却不知道该怎么做。

这句话可以说是这一季丧的主题了，因为不仅仅是用作Diane与BoJack身上，而可以用在任何一个角色身上。

就连最快乐的花生酱先生也不例外。

可是最丧的真的只有这样吗，反观整季所有角色，想起了那个差点被掐死的Gina。

在没有《Philbert》这部剧之前，她一直都默默无闻的演着配角，习惯了不将情感带到戏中。

可她这一次喜欢上了BoJack，也因此差点死于这匹男马之手。

片场的人将那段视频流向大众时，公关危机随之到来，失去那段记忆的BoJack看了自己差点掐死Gina的视频后，想对媒体说出真相，那就是一次人身攻击，而不是演戏，想以此得到对自我的宽慰或者弥补Gina，而Gina对BoJack说，我不管你有什么病，但我不允许你毁了这部剧，这部剧使我第一次对人生感到希望，我不想我的后半生别人提起了我只想到我身上有你的烙印。

这时候我才意识到，原来不只是“我想变得更好，却不知道该怎么做”的人丧，就连“我想变得更好，也知道该怎么做”的人也很丧。

最后还是想聊聊那个老生常谈的话题，上一季被放大，这一季被淡化的原生家庭创伤。

E06谈到的原生家庭或许更多的偏向是疗愈和原谅，所以不想也不敢对神集过分解读。

真正让我有所感触的是，E05里小时候的P.C。

我也曾是在B站弹幕里陪着P.C度过她孤独的生日并真诚的希望她生日快乐的人，她是所有人里最值得被爱的。

S4E11里对于Beatrice的家庭创伤阴影和所带给下一代的这种典型的家庭文化传播已经演绎得淋漓尽致，似乎BoJack Horseman里每个ZOE都有一个不完美的童年。

（那两个失散多年的兄妹最后没有相认其实更像是编剧为了想表达性格悲观不是因为原生家庭创伤引起的）所以当P.C回忆起她的童年时，我就很诧异给这个强势不服输的Zelda安排一段不怎么美好的回忆到底想干嘛。

我重看了S4E11后似乎找到了答案。

原来我一开始就理解错了。

S4并不是想放大原生家庭创伤，而是想弱化它，或转变大家对于这件事的看法，只是用了比较极端的表达手法。

BoJack Horseman提出原生家庭创伤背后的本质，不是希望人们将悲伤或对现实世界的不满归咎于它，把我脆弱我悲伤全都怪罪于原生家庭创伤，而是希望大家向前看，忘记那些悲伤，因为当你陷入其中，对你的下一代可能会产生一个循环。

就像P.C最后拒绝了母亲让她再留下一年陪她的请求，毅然决然地走了。

迎接她的是未来生活的希望，是成为女飞行员Amelia Earhart的梦想，而不是过去的伤痛。

所以，BoJack Horseman到底在丧什么？

这个问题的答案，或许有些人眼里是面对生活的无助与绝望，仍旧要强颜欢笑，或许是生而为人我很抱歉，或许有些人眼里只是杞人忧天。

找到共鸣都不是这部剧的本意，只愿你想要变得更好。

老话一句：阳光风趣外向的Zelda一生都要学习如何体会别人，而敏感刻薄内向的Zoe一生都要学习如何放过自己。

最后，恭喜BoJack Horseman第六季正式续订期待下次再见。

（学英语用）音频Yes, yes, I see you. Get in. Get in.Your mother is having another one of her episodes. Last night, she went to seeA Doll’s Housewith a couple girlfriends, and now she has ideas. I emerged from my sanctum this afternoon to discover that not only had she not made me lunch, which is a meal I need in order to live, but she’d, furthermore, locked herself in the bedroom to weep. Loudly.Now it’s one thing for a woman to weep, but when they do it at such a volume you can hear it through the door, that’s when you know that they’re doing it just for the attention.Anyway, I was able to cobble together a sandwich for myself, so I’m the real hero of the story.[horn honking][tires screeching]It was a couple hours later when I realized I was on a good run with my novel. I had this really interesting sentence that kept going for pages and pages, and I thought about how rare it is to really get in the groove like that; how most days, I can’t concentrate because my idiot child is blasting the television and it suddenly dawned on me—hot cock on a rock, she never even picked up the little noise and snot factory![tires screech, horn honking]So, here I am, being your mother, which I know is giving you all sorts of mixed-up ideas about gender, while your brain is still loose and stupid. Just remember, if you become a queer later in life, this isn’t my fault! Don’t you sing no songs in your nightclub act called, “My Daddy was My Mommy,” while gazing longingly at a tangled string of pearls. Pearls are for ladies, BoJack. Pearls are for ladies.You know Sunday is my writing day. Sundays are the one day that are just for me and my craft, and still, you and the black hole that birthed you conspire to ruin it for me. What am I supposed to do now? Just go back to writing? I’m out of the zone now, the whole day’s shot! All because of you and that brittle wisp of a woman you made the mistake of making your mother.[sighs]No. It’s not her fault. She’s doing the best she can, after all. It’s just that… you can’t depend on women. You can’t depend on anyone. Sooner or later, you need to learn that no one else is gonna take care of you. That’s what I learned when I had to make my own sandwich. You can’t rely on other people, BoJack. It’s good for you to know that. And she’s a good mother for teaching you that. You’ve got a head start on most kids. You’re actually very lucky.[music continues over radio]Thaaaaank youuuuu?———So I stopped at a Jack in the Box on the way here, and the girl behind the counter said, “Hiya! Are you having an awesome day?” Not, “How are you doing today?” No. “Are you having anawesomeday?” Which is pretty… shitty, because it puts the onus on me to disagree with her, like if I’m not having an“awesome day,”suddenly I’m the negative one.Usually when people ask how I’m doing, the real answer is I’m doing shitty, but I can’t say I’m doing shitty because I don’t even have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say, “I’m doing shitty,” then they say, “Why? What’s wrong?” And I have to be like, “I don’t know, all of it?” So instead, when people ask how I’m doing, I usually say, “I am doingsogreat.”But when this girl at the Jack in the Box asked me if I was having an awesome day, I thought, “Well, today I’m actually allowed to feel shitty.” Today I have a good reason, so I said to her, “Well, my mom died,” and she immediately burst into tears. So nowIhave to comforther, which is annoying, and meanwhile, there’s a line of people forming behind me who are all giving me these real judgy looks because I made the Jack in the Box girl cry. And she’s bawling, and she’s saying, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” and I’m like, “It’sfine. It’s fine.” I mean, it’s notfinebut, you know, it’s… fine. And I would like to order a Double Jack Meal, and I’ve kinda got somewhere to be, so maybe less with the crying and more with the frying, huh? [inhales] And the girl apologizes again and she offers me a free churro with my meal. And as I’m leaving, I think, “I just got a free churro because my mom died.” No one ever tells you that when your mom dies, you get a free churro.[people murmuring][clears throat]Anyway, I’m sorry, that’s not part of the… [clears throat] All right. Okay, here we go. Let’s do this. Here I am, BoJack Horseman, doing a eulogy, let’s go. Hey, piano man, can I get a, like an organ flourish? [organ plays] Nicely done. You know, I was a little worried I wouldn’t have the right accompaniment today. I guess it’s a good thing my mom was anorgandonor! [rimshot plays] What happened to the organ? [horn ‘oogahs’] Okay, why just leave the comedy to the professionals? Okay? This is a funeral, sir, for my mother. Can you show a little respect? [trumpet whines] I’ll take it.Beatrice Horseman, who was she? What was her deal? Well, she was a horse. Uh, she was born in 1938. She died in 2018. One time, she went to a parade, and one time, she smoked anentire cigarettein one long inhale. I watched her do it. Truly a remarkable woman.[rustling]Lived a full life, that lady. Just, all the way to the end, which is, uh, now I guess. Really makes you think, though, huh? Life, right? Goes by, stuff happens. Then you die. Okay, well that’s my time, you’ve been great! Tip your waitress! No, I’m just kidding around, there’s no waitress. But seriously, that’s all I have to say about my mother. No point beating a dead horse, right? So…[inhales] Now what? I don’t know. Mom, you got any ideas? Anything? Mom? No? Nothing to contribute? Knock once if you’re proud of me.Can I just say how amazing it is to be in a room with my mother, and I can just talk and talk without her telling me to shut up and make her a drink? Hey, Mom, knock once if you think I should shut up. No? You sure? I mean, I don’t want to embarrass you by making thiseulogy into a me-logy, so, seriously, if you wanted me to sit down and let someone else talk, just knock. I will not be offended. No? Your funeral.Sorry about the closed casket, by the way. She wanted an open casket, but uh, you know, she’s dead now, so who cares what she wanted? No, that sounds bad. I’m sorry. I-I think that if she could’ve seen what she looked like dead, she’d agree it’s better this way. She looked like this.[groaning][mourners gasping]Kinda like a pissed-off toy dinosaur. The coroner couldn’t get her eyes closed, so now her face is forever frozen in a mask of tremendous horror and anguish. Or as my mom called it, Tuesday! Tuesday! My mom called it Tuesday.[woman coughs]Hey, Mom, what did you think of that joke? You like that? You never did care for my comedy.[clears throat]Here’s a story. When I was a teenager, I performed a comedy routine for my high school talent show. There was this, uh, cool jacket that I wanted to wear because I thought it would make me look like Albert Brooks. For months, I saved up for this jacket. But when I finally had enough, I went to the store and it was gone. They had just sold it to someone else. So, I went home and I told my mother, and she said, “Let that be a lesson. That’s the good that comes from wanting things.” She was really good at dispensing life lessons that always seemed to circle back to everything being my fault.But then, on the day of the talent show, my mother had a surprise for me. She had bought me the jacket. Even though she didn’t know how to say it, I know this meant that she loved me.Now that’s a good story about my mother. It’s not true, but it’s a good story, right? I stole it from an episode ofMaudeI saw when I was a kid, where she talks about her father. I remember when I saw it, thinking, “That’s the kind of story I want to tell about my parents when they die.” But I don’t have any stories like that. All I know about being good, I learned from TV. And in TV, flawed characters are constantly showing people they care with these surprising grand gestures. And I think that part of me still believes that’s what love is. But in real life, the big gesture isn’t enough. You need to be consistent, you need to be dependably good. You can’t just screw everything up and then take a boat out into the ocean to save your best friend, or solve a mystery, and fly to Kansas. You need to do it every day, which isso… hard.When you’re a kid, you convince yourself that maybe the grand gesture could be enough, that even though your parents aren’t what you need them to be over and over andoveragain, at any moment, theymightsurprise you with something… wonderful. I kept waiting for that, the proof that even though my mother was a hard woman, deep down, she loved me and cared about me and wanted me to know that I made her life a little bit brighter. Even now, I find myself waiting.Hey, Mom, knock once if you love me and care about me and want me to know I made your life a little bit brighter.[owl chirping]My mother did not gogentleinto that good night. She went clawing and fighting and thrashing, hence the face.[groaning][mourners gasping]If you’d seen her, I swear to God the only thing you’d be thinking about right now is that I amnailingthis impression.[woman clears her throat][chairs squeak]I was in the hospital with her those last moments, and they were truly horrifying, full of nonsencial screams and cries, but there was this moment, this one instant of strange calm, where she looked in my direction and said, “I see you.” That’s the last thing she said to me. “I see you.” Not a statement of judgment or disappointment, just acceptance and the simple recognition of another person in a room. “Hello there. You are a person. And I see you.”Let me tell you, it’s a weird thing to feel at 54 years old, that for the first time in your life your mother sees you. It’s an odd realization that that’s the thing you’ve been missing, the only thing you wanted all along, to be seen. And it doesn’t feel like a relief, to finally be seen. It feelsmean, like, “Oh, it turns out that you knew what I wanted, and you waited until the very last moment to give it to me.” I was prepared for more cruelty. I was sure that she would get in one final zinger about how I let her down, and about how I was fat and stupid and too tall to be an effective Lindy-hopper. How I was needy and a burden and an embarrassment—all that I was ready for. I was not ready for“I see you.”Only my mother would be lousy enough to swipe me with a moment of connection on her way out.Butmaybe I’m giving her too much credit. Maybe it wasn’t about connection. Maybe it was a… maybe it was an “I see you,” like, uh, “I see you.” Like, “You might have the rest of the world fooled, but I know exactly who you are.”That’smore my mom’s speed.Or maybe she just literally meant “I see you. You are an object that has entered my field of vision.” She was pretty out of it at the end, so maybe it’s dumb to try to attribute it to anything.[woman sighs]Back in the 90s, I was in a very famous TV show calledHorsin’ Around.[man coughs]Please hold your applause. And I remember one time, a fan asked me, “Hey, um, you know that episode where the horse has to give Ethan a pep talk after Ethan finds out his crush only asked him to the dance because her friends were having a dorkiest date contest? In all the shots of the horse, you can see a paper coffee cup on the kitchen counter, but in the shots of Ethan, the coffee cup’s missing. Was that because the show was making a statement about the fluctuant subjectivity of memory and how even two people can experience the same moment in entirely different ways?” And I didn’t have the heart to be, like, “No, man, some crew guy just left their coffee cup in the shot.” So instead, I was, like… “Yeah.”And maybe this is like that coffee cup. Maybe we’re dumb to try to pin significance onto every little thing. Maybe when someone says, “I see you,” it just means, “I see you.” Then again, it’s possible she wasn’t even talking to me because, if I’m being honest, she wasn’t really looking at me. She was looking just past me. There was nobody else in the room, so I want to think she was talking to me, but, honestly, she was so far gone at that point, who knows what she was seeing? Who were you talking to, Mom? [sighs] Not saying, huh? Staying mum? No rimshot there? God, whatever I’m paying you, it’s too much.Maybe she saw my dad. My dad died about ten years ago of injuries he sustained during a duel. When your father dies, you ask yourself a lot of questions. Questions like, “Wait, did you say he died in aduel?” and “Who dies in aduel?” The whole thing was so stupid. Dad spent his entire life writing this book, but he couldn’t get any stores to carry it or any newspapers to review it. Finally, I guess this one newspaper thought he was pretty hilarious, because they ran a review and tore him to shreds. So my father, ever the proud Mary, decided he would not stand for this besmirchment of his honor. He claimed the critic didn’t understand what it meant to be a man, so he demanded satisfaction in the form of pistols at dawn. He wrote the paper this letter, saying anyone who didn’t like his book, he would challenge to a duel, anyone in the world. He’d even pay for airfare to San Francisco and a night in a hotel. Well, eventually this found its way to some kook in Montana, who was as batshit as he was and took him up on the offer. They met at Golden Gate Park and agreed: ten paces, then shoot. But in the middle of the ten paces, Dad turned to ask the guy if he’d actually read the book and what he thought, but, not looking where he was going, tripped over an exposed root and bashed his head on a rock.[murmur]I wish I’d known to go to Jack in the Box then. Maybe I could have gotten a free churro. It would’ve been nice to have something to show for being the son of Butterscotch Horseman. My darling mother gave the eulogy. My entire life I never heard her say a kind word toorabout my father, but at his funeral she said, “My husband is dead, and everything is worse now.”“My husband is dead, and everything is worse now.” I don’t know why she said that. Maybe she felt like that’s the kind of thing you’re supposed to say at a funeral. Maybe she hoped one day someone would say that about her. “My mother is dead, and everything is worse now.” Or maybe she knew that he had frittered away all her inheritance, and replaced it with crippling debt, which is a pretty shitty thing to leave your widow with. “Bad news, you lost a husband, but don’t worry, you also lost the house!” Maybe Mom knew she’d have to sell all her fancy jewelry and move into a home. Maybe that’s what she meant by “everything is worse now.” Is that what you meant, Mom?I gotta say, I’m really carrying this double act. At least with Penn and Teller, the quiet one does card tricks. Hey, piano man, when I say something funny to my mom, how about you give me one of those rimshots?[rimshot plays]Yeah, but not now. When I say something funny. Like, okay. What’s the difference between my mother and a disruptive expulsion of germs? One’s a coughin’ fit and the other fits a coffin! That’s an example of a funny thing.[rimshot plays]Thank you. Let’s try again. Hey, Mom. What’s the difference between my mother and a bunch of Easter eggs? One gets carried in a basket, the other gets buried in a casket![rimshot plays]Ready for one more? Last one. What’s the difference between a first-year lit major and my mother, Beatrice Horseman? One is decently read, and the other’s a huge bitch![woman gasps][murmurs]Yeah, might have gone a little too far with that one. That one might’ve been a little too “my mom’s a huge bitch” for the room. I’m sorry, Mother. You’re not a huge bitch. Youwerea huge bitch… and now you’re dead.[woman sighs]You know, the first time I ever performed in front of an audience, it actually was, uh, with my mom. She used to put on these shows with her supper club in the living room and she used to make… [inhales] She used to make me sing “The Lollipop Song.”[organ playing tune]Those parties, they were really something. There were skits and magic acts, and ethnically insensitive vaudeville routines, and thebigfinale was always a dance my mother did. She had this beautiful dress that she only brought out for these parties, and she did this incredible number. It was so beautiful and sad. Dad hated the parties. He’d lock himself in the study, and bang on the walls for us to keep it down, but he always came out to see Mom dance. He’d linger in the doorway, scotch in hand, and watch in awe, as this cynical, despicable woman he married… took flight. And as a child who was completely terrified of both my parents, I was always aware that this moment of grace, it meant something. We understood each other in a way. Me and my mom and my dad, as screwed up as we all were, we did understand each other. My mother, she knew what it’s like to feel your entire life like you’re drowning, with the exception of these moments, these very rare, brief instances, in which you suddenly remember… you can swim.[flashback][partygoers laughing][classical music playing]But then again, mostly not. Mostly you’re drowning. She understood that, too. And she recognized that I understood it. And Dad. All three of us were drowning, and we didn’t know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. And I would like to think that that’s what she meant when we were in the hospital and she said, “I see you.”You know, the weird thing about both your parents being dead is it means that you’re next. I mean, you know, obviously it’s not like there’s a waitlist for dying. Any one of us could get run over by a Snapchatting teen at any moment. And you would think that knowing that would make us more adventurous, and kind, and forgiving. But it makes us small, and stupid, and petty.I actually had a near-death experience recently. A stunt went bad and I fell off a building. I’m an actor, I do my own stunts. I’m on this new show Philbert. I’m Philbert. Star of the show. It hasn’t come out yet, but it’s already getting Emmy buzz. Oh, speaking of buzz… [inhales] I’m supposed to take two of these every morning, but my days are so screwed up ‘cause of the shooting schedule, I don’t even know what morning means anymore. There’s a joke in there somewhere, about a guy who’s been to so many funerals, he doesn’t even know what mourning means anymore. Let you guys figure that one out for yourselves. [gulps]Anyway, you know what I thought, when I was falling off the building and I went into panic mode? The last thing that my stupid brain could come up with before I died? “Won’t they be sorry.” Cool thought, brain.[rimshot plays]No, that wasn’t… would you just… dial it back, all right?I don’t even know what“they”I wanted to be sorry. My mom, even before she died, could barely remember who I was. And of course, my dad’s dead. The last conversation I ever had with him was about his novel. He was so certain this book was his legacy. Maybe he thought it would vindicate him for all the shitty things he ever did in his stupid worthless life. Maybe it did, I don’t know. I never read it, because why would I give him that?I used to be on this TV show calledHorsin’ Around. Seriously, though, hold your applause.[man coughs]Well held. It was written by my friend Herb Kazzaz, who’s also dead now, and it starred this little girl named Sarah Lynn. And it was about these orphans. And early on, the network had a note, “Maybe don’t mention they’re orphans so much, because audiences tend to find orphans sad and not relatable.” But I never thought that the orphans were sad. I-I always thought they were lucky, because they could imagine their parents to be anything they wanted. They had something to long for.Anyway, we did this one season finale, where Olivia’s birth mother comes to town. And she was a junkie, but she’s gotten herself cleaned up, and she wants to be in Olivia’s life again. And of course, she’s like a perfect grown-up version of Olivia, and they go to the mall together and get her ears pierced like she’s always wanted and—sorry, spoiler alert for the season six finale ofHorsin’ Around, if you’re still working your way through it. Anyway, the horse tries to warn her, “Be careful, moms have a way of letting you down.” But Olivia just thinks the horse is jealous, and when the mom says she’s moving to California, Olivia decides to go with her. And the network really juiced the cliffhanger: “Is Olivia gone for good?” But of course, because it’s a TV show, she was not gone for good. Of course, because it’s a TV show, Olivia’s mother had a relapse and had to go back to rehab, so Olivia had to hitchhike all the way home, getting rides from Mr. T, Alf, and the cast ofStomp. Of course, that’s what happened. Because, what are you gonna do, just not have Olivia on the show? You can’t have happy endings in sitcoms, not really, because, if everyone’s happy, the show would be over, and above all else, the show… has to keep going. There’s always more show. And you can callHorsin’ Arounddumb, or bad, or unrealistic, but there is nothing more realistic than that. You never get a happy ending, ‘cause there’s always more show.I guess until there isn’t.[chuckles]My mom would hate it if she knew that I spent so much time at her funeral talking about my old TV show. Or maybe she’d think it was funny that her idiot son couldn’t even do this right. Who knows? She left no instructions for what she wanted me to say. All I know is she wanted an open casket, and her idiot son couldn’t even do that right. I’m not gonna stand up here and pretend I ever understood how to please that woman, even though so much of my life has been wasted in vain attempts to figure it out. But I keep going back to that moment in the ICU when she looked at me, and… “I-C-U.”“I… see… you.” Jesus Christ, we were in the intensive care unit. She was just reading a sign. My mom died and all I got was this free churro.You know the shittiest thing about all of this? Is when that stranger behind the counter gave me that free churro, that small act of kindness showed more compassion than my mother gave me her entire goddamn life. Like, how hard is it to do something nice for a person? This woman at the Jack in the Box didn’t even know me. I’m your son! All I had was you! [inhales]I have this friend. And right around when I first met her, her dad died, and I actually went with her to the funeral. And months later, she told me that she didn’t understand why she was still upset, because she never even liked her father. It made sense to me, because I went through the same thing when my dad died. And I’m going through the same thing now. You know what it’s like? It’s like that showBecker, you know, with Ted Danson? I watched the entire run of that show, hoping that it would get better, and it never did. It had all the right pieces, but it just—it couldn’t put them together. And when it got canceled, I was really bummed out, not because I liked the show, but because I knew it could be so much better, and now it never would be. And that’s what losing a parent is like. It’s likeBecker.Suddenly, you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted, and as long as they were alive, even though you’d never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn’t even realize it until that chance went away.My mother is dead, and everything is worse now, because now I know I will never have a mother who looks at me from across a room and says, “BoJack Horseman, I see you.” But I guess it’s good to know. It’s good to know that there is nobody looking out for me, that there never was, and there never will be. No, it’s good to know that I am the only one that I can depend on. And I know that now and it’s good. It’s good that I know that. So… it’s good my mother is dead.[gulps, sighs]Well. No point beating a dead horse. Beatrice Horseman was born in 1938, and she died in 2018, and I have no idea… what she wanted. Unless she just wanted what we all want… to be seen.Is this Funeral Parlor B?

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So I stopped at a Jack in the Box on the way here, and the girl behind the counter said, “Hiya! Are you having an awesome day?” Not, “How are you doing today?” No. “Are you having an awesome day?” Which is pretty… shitty, because it puts the onus on me to disagree with her, like if I’m not having an “awesome day,” suddenly I’m the negative one.Usually when people ask how I’m doing, the real answer is I’m doing shitty, but I can’t say I’m doing shitty because I don’t even have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say, “I’m doing shitty,” then they say, “Why? What’s wrong?” And I have to be like, “I don’t know, all of it?” So instead, when people ask how I’m doing, I usually say, “I am doing so great.”But when this girl at the Jack in the Box asked me if I was having an awesome day, I thought, “Well, today I’m actually allowed to feel shitty.” Today I have a good reason, so I said to her, “Well, my mom died,” and she immediately burst into tears. So now I have to comfort her, which is annoying, and meanwhile, there’s a line of people forming behind me who are all giving me these real judgy looks because I made the Jack in the Box girl cry. And she’s bawling, and she’s saying, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” and I’m like, “It’s fine. It’s fine.” I mean, it’s not fine but, you know, it’s… fine. And I would like to order a Double Jack Meal, and I’ve kinda got somewhere to be, so maybe less with the crying and more with the frying, huh? [inhales] And the girl apologizes again and she offers me a free churro with my meal. And as I’m leaving, I think, “I just got a free churro because my mom died.” No one ever tells you that when your mom dies, you get a free churro.[people murmuring][clears throat]Anyway, I’m sorry, that’s not part of the… [clears throat] All right. Okay, here we go. Let’s do this. Here I am, BoJack Horseman, doing a eulogy, let’s go. Hey, piano man, can I get a, like an organ flourish? [organ plays] Nicely done. You know, I was a little worried I wouldn’t have the right accompaniment today. I guess it’s a good thing my mom was an organ donor! [rimshot plays] What happened to the organ? [horn ‘oogahs’] Okay, why just leave the comedy to the professionals? Okay? This is a funeral, sir, for my mother. Can you show a little respect? [trumpet whines] I’ll take it.Beatrice Horseman, who was she? What was her deal? Well, she was a horse. Uh, she was born in 1938. She died in 2018. One time, she went to a parade, and one time, she smoked an entire cigarette in one long inhale. I watched her do it. Truly a remarkable woman.[rustling]Lived a full life, that lady. Just, all the way to the end, which is, uh, now I guess. Really makes you think, though, huh? Life, right? Goes by, stuff happens. Then you die. Okay, well that’s my time, you’ve been great! Tip your waitress! No, I’m just kidding around, there’s no waitress. But seriously, that’s all I have to say about my mother. No point beating a dead horse, right? So…[inhales] Now what? I don’t know. Mom, you got any ideas? Anything? Mom? No? Nothing to contribute? Knock once if you’re proud of me.Can I just say how amazing it is to be in a room with my mother, and I can just talk and talk without her telling me to shut up and make her a drink? Hey, Mom, knock once if you think I should shut up. No? You sure? I mean, I don’t want to embarrass you by making this eulogy into a me-logy, so, seriously, if you wanted me to sit down and let someone else talk, just knock. I will not be offended. No? Your funeral.Sorry about the closed casket, by the way. She wanted an open casket, but uh, you know, she’s dead now, so who cares what she wanted? No, that sounds bad. I’m sorry. I-I think that if she could’ve seen what she looked like dead, she’d agree it’s better this way. She looked like this.[groaning][mourners gasping]Kinda like a pissed-off toy dinosaur. The coroner couldn’t get her eyes closed, so now her face is forever frozen in a mask of tremendous horror and anguish. Or as my mom called it, Tuesday! Tuesday! My mom called it Tuesday.[woman coughs]Hey, Mom, what did you think of that joke? You like that? You never did care for my comedy.[clears throat]Here’s a story. When I was a teenager, I performed a comedy routine for my high school talent show. There was this, uh, cool jacket that I wanted to wear because I thought it would make me look like Albert Brooks. For months, I saved up for this jacket. But when I finally had enough, I went to the store and it was gone. They had just sold it to someone else. So, I went home and I told my mother, and she said, “Let that be a lesson. That’s the good that comes from wanting things.” She was really good at dispensing life lessons that always seemed to circle back to everything being my fault.But then, on the day of the talent show, my mother had a surprise for me. She had bought me the jacket. Even though she didn’t know how to say it, I know this meant that she loved me.Now that’s a good story about my mother. It’s not true, but it’s a good story, right? I stole it from an episode of Maude I saw when I was a kid, where she talks about her father. I remember when I saw it, thinking, “That’s the kind of story I want to tell about my parents when they die.” But I don’t have any stories like that. All I know about being good, I learned from TV. And in TV, flawed characters are constantly showing people they care with these surprising grand gestures. And I think that part of me still believes that’s what love is. But in real life, the big gesture isn’t enough. You need to be consistent, you need to be dependably good. You can’t just screw everything up and then take a boat out into the ocean to save your best friend, or solve a mystery, and fly to Kansas. You need to do it every day, which is so… hard.When you’re a kid, you convince yourself that maybe the grand gesture could be enough, that even though your parents aren’t what you need them to be over and over and over again, at any moment, they might surprise you with something… wonderful. I kept waiting for that, the proof that even though my mother was a hard woman, deep down, she loved me and cared about me and wanted me to know that I made her life a little bit brighter. Even now, I find myself waiting.Hey, Mom, knock once if you love me and care about me and want me to know I made your life a little bit brighter.[owl chirping]My mother did not go gentle into that good night. She went clawing and fighting and thrashing, hence the face.[groaning][mourners gasping]If you’d seen her, I swear to God the only thing you’d be thinking about right now is that I am nailing this impression.[woman clears her throat][chairs squeak]I was in the hospital with her those last moments, and they were truly horrifying, full of nonsencial screams and cries, but there was this moment, this one instant of strange calm, where she looked in my direction and said, “I see you.” That’s the last thing she said to me. “I see you.” Not a statement of judgment or disappointment, just acceptance and the simple recognition of another person in a room. “Hello there. You are a person. And I see you.”Let me tell you, it’s a weird thing to feel at 54 years old, that for the first time in your life your mother sees you. It’s an odd realization that that’s the thing you’ve been missing, the only thing you wanted all along, to be seen. And it doesn’t feel like a relief, to finally be seen. It feels mean, like, “Oh, it turns out that you knew what I wanted, and you waited until the very last moment to give it to me.” I was prepared for more cruelty. I was sure that she would get in one final zinger about how I let her down, and about how I was fat and stupid and too tall to be an effective Lindy-hopper. How I was needy and a burden and an embarrassment—all that I was ready for. I was not ready for “I see you.” Only my mother would be lousy enough to swipe me with a moment of connection on her way out. But maybe I’m giving her too much credit. Maybe it wasn’t about connection. Maybe it was a… maybe it was an “I see you,” like, uh, “I see you.” Like, “You might have the rest of the world fooled, but I know exactly who you are.” That’s more my mom’s speed.Or maybe she just literally meant “I see you. You are an object that has entered my field of vision.” She was pretty out of it at the end, so maybe it’s dumb to try to attribute it to anything.[woman sighs]Back in the 90s, I was in a very famous TV show called Horsin’ Around.[man coughs]Please hold your applause. And I remember one time, a fan asked me, “Hey, um, you know that episode where the horse has to give Ethan a pep talk after Ethan finds out his crush only asked him to the dance because her friends were having a dorkiest date contest? In all the shots of the horse, you can see a paper coffee cup on the kitchen counter, but in the shots of Ethan, the coffee cup’s missing. Was that because the show was making a statement about the fluctuant subjectivity of memory and how even two people can experience the same moment in entirely different ways?” And I didn’t have the heart to be, like, “No, man, some crew guy just left their coffee cup in the shot.” So instead, I was, like… “Yeah.”And maybe this is like that coffee cup. Maybe we’re dumb to try to pin significance onto every little thing. Maybe when someone says, “I see you,” it just means, “I see you.” Then again, it’s possible she wasn’t even talking to me because, if I’m being honest, she wasn’t really looking at me. She was looking just past me. There was nobody else in the room, so I want to think she was talking to me, but, honestly, she was so far gone at that point, who knows what she was seeing? Who were you talking to, Mom? [sighs] Not saying, huh? Staying mum? No rimshot there? God, whatever I’m paying you, it’s too much.Maybe she saw my dad. My dad died about ten years ago of injuries he sustained during a duel. When your father dies, you ask yourself a lot of questions. Questions like, “Wait, did you say he died in a duel?” and “Who dies in a duel?” The whole thing was so stupid. Dad spent his entire life writing this book, but he couldn’t get any stores to carry it or any newspapers to review it. Finally, I guess this one newspaper thought he was pretty hilarious, because they ran a review and tore him to shreds. So my father, ever the proud Mary, decided he would not stand for this besmirchment of his honor. He claimed the critic didn’t understand what it meant to be a man, so he demanded satisfaction in the form of pistols at dawn. He wrote the paper this letter, saying anyone who didn’t like his book, he would challenge to a duel, anyone in the world. He’d even pay for airfare to San Francisco and a night in a hotel. Well, eventually this found its way to some kook in Montana, who was as batshit as he was and took him up on the offer. They met at Golden Gate Park and agreed: ten paces, then shoot. But in the middle of the ten paces, Dad turned to ask the guy if he’d actually read the book and what he thought, but, not looking where he was going, tripped over an exposed root and bashed his head on a rock.[murmur]I wish I’d known to go to Jack in the Box then. Maybe I could have gotten a free churro. It would’ve been nice to have something to show for being the son of Butterscotch Horseman. My darling mother gave the eulogy. My entire life I never heard her say a kind word to or about my father, but at his funeral she said, “My husband is dead, and everything is worse now.”“My husband is dead, and everything is worse now.” I don’t know why she said that. Maybe she felt like that’s the kind of thing you’re supposed to say at a funeral. Maybe she hoped one day someone would say that about her. “My mother is dead, and everything is worse now.” Or maybe she knew that he had frittered away all her inheritance, and replaced it with crippling debt, which is a pretty shitty thing to leave your widow with. “Bad news, you lost a husband, but don’t worry, you also lost the house!” Maybe Mom knew she’d have to sell all her fancy jewelry and move into a home. Maybe that’s what she meant by “everything is worse now.” Is that what you meant, Mom?I gotta say, I’m really carrying this double act. At least with Penn and Teller, the quiet one does card tricks. Hey, piano man, when I say something funny to my mom, how about you give me one of those rimshots?[rimshot plays]Yeah, but not now. When I say something funny. Like, okay. What’s the difference between my mother and a disruptive expulsion of germs? One’s a coughin’ fit and the other fits a coffin! That’s an example of a funny thing.[rimshot plays]Thank you. Let’s try again. Hey, Mom. What’s the difference between my mother and a bunch of Easter eggs? One gets carried in a basket, the other gets buried in a casket![rimshot plays]Ready for one more? Last one. What’s the difference between a first-year lit major and my mother, Beatrice Horseman? One is decently read, and the other’s a huge bitch![woman gasps][murmurs]Yeah, might have gone a little too far with that one. That one might’ve been a little too “my mom’s a huge bitch” for the room. I’m sorry, Mother. You’re not a huge bitch. You were a huge bitch… and now you’re dead.[woman sighs]You know, the first time I ever performed in front of an audience, it actually was, uh, with my mom. She used to put on these shows with her supper club in the living room and she used to make… [inhales] She used to make me sing “The Lollipop Song.”[organ playing tune]Those parties, they were really something. There were skits and magic acts, and ethnically insensitive vaudeville routines, and the big finale was always a dance my mother did. She had this beautiful dress that she only brought out for these parties, and she did this incredible number. It was so beautiful and sad. Dad hated the parties. He’d lock himself in the study, and bang on the walls for us to keep it down, but he always came out to see Mom dance. He’d linger in the doorway, scotch in hand, and watch in awe, as this cynical, despicable woman he married… took flight. And as a child who was completely terrified of both my parents, I was always aware that this moment of grace, it meant something. We understood each other in a way. Me and my mom and my dad, as screwed up as we all were, we did understand each other. My mother, she knew what it’s like to feel your entire life like you’re drowning, with the exception of these moments, these very rare, brief instances, in which you suddenly remember… you can swim.[flashback][partygoers laughing][classical music playing]But then again, mostly not. Mostly you’re drowning. She understood that, too. And she recognized that I understood it. And Dad. All three of us were drowning, and we didn’t know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. And I would like to think that that’s what she meant when we were in the hospital and she said, “I see you.”You know, the weird thing about both your parents being dead is it means that you’re next. I mean, you know, obviously it’s not like there’s a waitlist for dying. Any one of us could get run over by a Snapchatting teen at any moment. And you would think that knowing that would make us more adventurous, and kind, and forgiving. But it makes us small, and stupid, and petty.I actually had a near-death experience recently. A stunt went bad and I fell off a building. I’m an actor, I do my own stunts. I’m on this new show Philbert. I’m Philbert. Star of the show. It hasn’t come out yet, but it’s already getting Emmy buzz. Oh, speaking of buzz… [inhales] I’m supposed to take two of these every morning, but my days are so screwed up ‘cause of the shooting schedule, I don’t even know what morning means anymore. There’s a joke in there somewhere, about a guy who’s been to so many funerals, he doesn’t even know what mourning means anymore. Let you guys figure that one out for yourselves. [gulps]Anyway, you know what I thought, when I was falling off the building and I went into panic mode? The last thing that my stupid brain could come up with before I died? “Won’t they be sorry.” Cool thought, brain.[rimshot plays]No, that wasn’t… would you just… dial it back, all right?I don’t even know what “they” I wanted to be sorry. My mom, even before she died, could barely remember who I was. And of course, my dad’s dead. The last conversation I ever had with him was about his novel. He was so certain this book was his legacy. Maybe he thought it would vindicate him for all the shitty things he ever did in his stupid worthless life. Maybe it did, I don’t know. I never read it, because why would I give him that?I used to be on this TV show called Horsin’ Around. Seriously, though, hold your applause.[man coughs]Well held. It was written by my friend Herb Kazzaz, who’s also dead now, and it starred this little girl named Sarah Lynn. And it was about these orphans. And early on, the network had a note, “Maybe don’t mention they’re orphans so much, because audiences tend to find orphans sad and not relatable.” But I never thought that the orphans were sad. I-I always thought they were lucky, because they could imagine their parents to be anything they wanted. They had something to long for.Anyway, we did this one season finale, where Olivia’s birth mother comes to town. And she was a junkie, but she’s gotten herself cleaned up, and she wants to be in Olivia’s life again. And of course, she’s like a perfect grown-up version of Olivia, and they go to the mall together and get her ears pierced like she’s always wanted and—sorry, spoiler alert for the season six finale of Horsin’ Around, if you’re still working your way through it. Anyway, the horse tries to warn her, “Be careful, moms have a way of letting you down.” But Olivia just thinks the horse is jealous, and when the mom says she’s moving to California, Olivia decides to go with her. And the network really juiced the cliffhanger: “Is Olivia gone for good?” But of course, because it’s a TV show, she was not gone for good. Of course, because it’s a TV show, Olivia’s mother had a relapse and had to go back to rehab, so Olivia had to hitchhike all the way home, getting rides from Mr. T, Alf, and the cast of Stomp. Of course, that’s what happened. Because, what are you gonna do, just not have Olivia on the show? You can’t have happy endings in sitcoms, not really, because, if everyone’s happy, the show would be over, and above all else, the show… has to keep going. There’s always more show. And you can call Horsin’ Around dumb, or bad, or unrealistic, but there is nothing more realistic than that. You never get a happy ending, ‘cause there’s always more show.I guess until there isn’t.[chuckles]My mom would hate it if she knew that I spent so much time at her funeral talking about my old TV show. Or maybe she’d think it was funny that her idiot son couldn’t even do this right. Who knows? She left no instructions for what she wanted me to say. All I know is she wanted an open casket, and her idiot son couldn’t even do that right. I’m not gonna stand up here and pretend I ever understood how to please that woman, even though so much of my life has been wasted in vain attempts to figure it out. But I keep going back to that moment in the ICU when she looked at me, and… “I-C-U.”“I… see… you.” Jesus Christ, we were in the intensive care unit. She was just reading a sign. My mom died and all I got was this free churro.You know the shittiest thing about all of this? Is when that stranger behind the counter gave me that free churro, that small act of kindness showed more compassion than my mother gave me her entire goddamn life. Like, how hard is it to do something nice for a person? This woman at the Jack in the Box didn’t even know me. I’m your son! All I had was you! [inhales]I have this friend. And right around when I first met her, her dad died, and I actually went with her to the funeral. And months later, she told me that she didn’t understand why she was still upset, because she never even liked her father. It made sense to me, because I went through the same thing when my dad died. And I’m going through the same thing now. You know what it’s like? It’s like that show Becker, you know, with Ted Danson? I watched the entire run of that show, hoping that it would get better, and it never did. It had all the right pieces, but it just—it couldn’t put them together. And when it got canceled, I was really bummed out, not because I liked the show, but because I knew it could be so much better, and now it never would be. And that’s what losing a parent is like. It’s like Becker.Suddenly, you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted, and as long as they were alive, even though you’d never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn’t even realize it until that chance went away.My mother is dead, and everything is worse now, because now I know I will never have a mother who looks at me from across a room and says, “BoJack Horseman, I see you.” But I guess it’s good to know. It’s good to know that there is nobody looking out for me, that there never was, and there never will be. No, it’s good to know that I am the only one that I can depend on. And I know that now and it’s good. It’s good that I know that. So… it’s good my mother is dead.[gulps, sighs]Well. No point beating a dead horse. Beatrice Horseman was born in 1938, and she died in 2018, and I have no idea… what she wanted. Unless she just wanted what we all want… to be seen.Is this Funeral Parlor B?

说到人兽OOXX，光看Horseman这个姓氏就懂了。

其实，Horseman的准确翻译应该是马人，总不能波杰克的妈妈叫马男碧翠丝吧。

当然，这点瑕疵微不足道，自2014年开播以来，这个丧到家的马脸大叔让很多人找到了共鸣。

与前四季相比，第五季的故事平淡了许多，主创人员好像在有意淡化波杰克的主角光环，开始尝试各种支线剧情。

这就使得本季的故事十分散乱，每个角色都想讲那么一点，每个角色都讲的不太好。

唯一值得欣慰的是，戴安和花生酱离婚了，恭喜戴安脱离苦海。

对花生酱这人，哦，不对，对花生酱这狗，我一向没啥好感。

是的，他乐观、单纯、想到什么就说什么。

但这种优点很多时候都是一种缺点，从技术上来说，花生酱属于典型的没心没肺。

花生酱很少在乎别人的感受，他会自顾自地说个不停，沉浸在自己的世界里。

这种人在生活中，就是那种，明明有时候他做错了，你也不能怪他，因为，你一怪他，别人看来，反倒成了你在欺负他。

这也很好的解释了为什么他结了三次婚，因为每次一开始，女方都会被他的乐观、单纯所吸引。

遗憾的是，女方都在成长，花生酱却没有，俩个不能共同成长的人是很难继续在一起的。

本季最后，貌似给了花生酱一个happy end，向现女友求婚，但隐患早就埋下，在有女友的前提下和前妻上床，不算劈腿吗？

嗯，真乐观、真单纯。

卡罗琳公主一如既往的令人心疼，关于她的更多过往，本季做了一定篇幅的回忆，让这位真女神的形象更加丰满。

陶德依然发挥了傻人有傻福的特性，甚至有些变本加厉。

性爱机器人那段，简直是在硬刚变味了的“Metoo”，真的很不政治正确啊。

其实，整个系列中波杰克才是最被误解的那一个。

戴安，唯一一个表白过的女生，他没有在戴安最脆弱的时候乘虚而入。

差点和故人的女儿上床，但也只是差点而已，更何况，当时波杰克单身，对方也单身并且成年，你情我愿的，有什么不可以？

最大的黑点大概就是跟陶德的女伴上了床，但陶德真的是一个坚定的无性恋者啊。

很多人觉得波杰克好屌，好丧，好人生导师，觉得波杰克就是个敢怼天怼地的人物，甚至很多人一集都没看过，就拿截图装逼，好像发个波杰克语录，自己也就跟着吊炸天了。

事实是怎样的呢？

看看波杰克周围，没人改变过自己，每个人都按自己的所想活着，这就显得努力改变自己的波杰克愈发珍贵。

他的父母，他的朋友，他们都不曾改变。

真正改变的只有波杰克一人，真正成长的也只有他一个人。

学着不再浑浑噩噩，学着与人交往，学着重新拍戏，明知自己是一个很丧很丧的人，明知自己是一个会把所有好事漏掉的人，却一直努力试着变得好一点。

就像他曾经劝慰戴安时说的，有时候，明明父母或家人对我们很不好，为什么在他们离世的时候我们依然感到难过，因为在心底，不管是否承认，我们都期待他们能变好，至少能对我们好一点。

直到有一天，他们死了，这种期待也就不存在了。

本季的结尾，用波杰克的话说就是——情景喜剧是不能有大团圆结局的，如果一部情景喜剧拍了大团圆结局，那么这部剧大概率要被砍掉了。

所以，明年同一时间，波杰克一定还会回来的。

前几季人物立住了 这一季终于开始放肆探索讲剧情了 之前总有一种为了丧而丧的嫌疑 看完感觉像一拳打在心上 软绵绵的但是胸闷 一段时间就没什么感觉了 这季打完这拳还会在心里拧几下 而且台词也不再是大段的毒鸡汤说教了 正常真实了很多以前看完只有一种情感就是同情马男——他也没办法吧这样想 这季是真的为之生气 尤其是他们跟记者解释掐人事件时马男为了自己心里舒坦非要说出真相 马男活得痛苦就理所当然地脆弱发疯不承担责任 可是还有比他活得更艰难的人 他们在不得不坚强活着承受自己的痛苦的同时还要无端端地再加上 因为马男的任性所带来的 本不用承担的痛苦 而且他们甚至没有资本去使用酒精毒品来逃避 即便如此 正因为他们遭受了更多的苦难所以他们又都知道马男也不是故意的 就像我前几季感受到的 他们知道对于马男这个人来说 他做出这样的事也是没办法的结果 马男没办法不这样 于是他们包括我虽然又气又恨 可还是怪罪不了他 不过我产生这样的感受也可能是等第五季期间看事物的角度变化了 之前也有只是我没感受到最让人震惊的是花生酱和黛安居然已经结婚十年了 原来马男的世界里时间活得这么快 轰隆隆 人生几十年就这么过去了 看那些人物谈到的记得的对于他们人生有着影响的事也就那么几件 连起来不过是几季电视剧 时间一直在给我们机会 重新站起来的机会 只是我们从来没成功过罢了 I have never been at the top of the world ever since.最后黛安送马男去戒毒所 这是第一次季终是带有希望的结局吧 马男加油哇 黛安加油哇另外看到有人说这季前面不错后面一般 其实我倒觉得每一集都各有特点 越看到后面越觉得叙事方式多变新奇到这个程度 太牛逼了吧！

而且片头片尾都好用心 配乐太好听了 希望能出原声带！

第五季第二集 突然就想到Diane &Bojack的关系。

两个人是很好的朋友，但两个人是哪种朋友呢？

是那种我懂你，你也懂我的朋友。

是那种我在你面前全然表达真实感受不用伪装的朋友。

是可以展现脆弱的朋友。

因为真实就是破碎。

而这种懂得，是对生活无奈的懂得，是对丧的懂得。

是知道人间不值得，但还在挣扎的时候，相视一笑的“IGetIt”。

是外在体面，但一起喝酒就酩酊大醉，但醒来后还是尴尬的离场。

不然怎么办呢。

人间真实吗？

两个很丧的人，两个都很明白的人，但却活不明白，只能在各自的生活中奋力挣扎，期待出现一颗救命稻草，但终了或无所得。

他们好像是愿意“众人皆醉我独醒”的人，因为清醒，所以反而又用喝醉来伪装。

经常看到弹幕有人在刷，希望两个人在一起。

我说，两个人不能在一起，那么像的两个人，如果在一起，岂不是都要落到黑洞里，那里有深渊，并且即使低到尘埃也无法开出花来。