斯蒂芬·弗雷在美利坚 Stephen Fry in America(2008)
简介：
- Stephen Fry journeys through the States in a black London cab.
演员：
影评：
- 首先得说一句，不知道为什么Stephen Fry的鼻子越来越歪了。估计他在美国再呆长一点，鼻头就要冲着脸了。
Stephen Fry可以说是英国人风格的代表了。不过不是英国老百姓的代表，而是英国精英阶层。电影开篇说他家住NW3，那是伦敦的Hampstead，英国文化名人聚居的地方，虽然现在变成了有钱人的住处，但是早年是出了名的作家和艺术家的聚居地，George Orwell，D.H. Lawrence，泰戈尔都曾经在这里住着。Stephen Fry的举手投足都英国味儿十足。而且讲话遣词造句非常讲究，加上人又很博学，由他来作关于美国的节目，有助于英国的中产阶级反美人士们扭转对美国的敌意。
Stephen Fry这人的兴奋点和其他游记主持人和作者不太一样，不是大好河山，也不是壮观的城市，而是美国的犄角旮旯里面藏着的奇人趣事。而且它的旅行是非常个人化的，不是从普及知识的角度，而是展现他个人的好恶。所以他不在乎说出他自己欣赏和不自在的地方。虽然你不一定会同意。不过，也能看得出来，他的不自在并不是酸溜溜的价值判断，而是这人不喜欢太热闹。我还是比较喜欢看这样的游记的。旅行就是很个人化的东西，看的就是每个人自己的经历和“偏见“。否则大家都看导游书算了。说到偏见，我也不喜欢一个人到另一个地方没完没了地做价值判断。这种人一般意识不到他其实就是个老生常谈的碎嘴子。英国这样的电视主持人很多，特别是做新闻节目的，但是Stephen Fry，Michael Palin和Greham Norton可以说是另类吧，比较有个性或者说是人性的另类。
他电影里说的一个主要意思是，美国是个很大的国家，你的任何一个意见，都有可能找到相反的观点和证据。而不是很多英国人想的美国人都是怎么样。
不过，不知道他这节目有多少英国人看了。好像美国看的人倒是挺多。嘿嘿
（声明：虽然我也经常在别的场所喷点反美言论，但是那是为了找乐子。其实是为了夸张地拿有些英国人的作派搞笑一下，没想到有些美国人一点幽默感没有，还以为我是说他们不好，并因此而生嫉恨。有病么，嘿嘿）。 - 英国作家演员 Stephen Fry 是一个大腕，很多国人熟悉他是因为他给哈利波特朗读文本，而他在英国也是家喻户晓的人物，据说“因为博学(erudite)被称为英国国宝的人物，英国喜剧界的名人之一，作家，电视主持人，导演，演员，新闻记者，gizmo geek”。
最近看了他为BBC拍摄的“在美国”纪录片（三碟），很出彩。他和摄制组走遍了美国50个州（包括远隔大陆的阿拉斯加州和夏威夷），每个州选取两个以上的“特色景观”，从人文景观浓郁的东海岸的2008年各党派总统候选人深入社区拉票场面，到新内华达州的退役飞机停放场，从寻找南北战争时期的分界碑，到探访田纳西州一个尸体自然分解研究场所，不但有美国名流大腕出镜，譬如到Ted Turner蒙塔纳牧场做客， 每到一次自然也少不了各领域的本土能人善士指引——BBC制作加英国名作家、演员身份主导，无论语言文化还是人员机构信任度上，Stephen的美国之旅显然比其他林林总总的旅游节目更具优势，而且体验解说和节目编排令人耳目一新，值得大力推荐。譬如，诸位想了解内达华州作为合法产业的性服务业如何运营吗？请跟随Stephen的步伐到一家高级妓院去游逛吧。
在探访创意基地加州的一集中，Stephen采访英籍苹果首席设计师Jonathan Ive，自然而然谈到对美国工作生活的看法，IVE说，显而易见，创意灵感一闪而至太脆弱了，容不得过多冷嘲热讽与猜疑，否则很容易被窒息，创意随时可能死得悄无声息。对于设计而言，求知欲和勇于尝试实在太重要了，唯有此才能将那些试验性、雏形的创意转化成真正的产品。——这一句特别触动了我，因为这两天都在想着艾神，还有他的无限创意…… - Lobster fishing in Maine.
Electioneering with Mitt Romney for the New Hampshire primaries.
Went to a real witch’s ball at Salem, Massachusetts, on Halloween.
Sailed an Admiral Cup winning yacht in Rhode Island.
Went down into a nuclear submarine in Connecticut.
Mixed my own Ben and Jerry’s flavour in Vermont.
Went deer hunting in upstate New York.
Hung out with ancient toothless wise guys from the old days in the borough of Queen’s, New York; drove Sting down Broadway.
Learned to deal Blackjack in the Trump Taj Mahal casino in Atlantic City New Jersey
Zoomed round Washington DC in a Segway.
Went to the Veteran’s Day ceremony in Arlington, Virginia with VP Dick Cheney.
Went down a coal mine in West Virginia.
Sold a thoroughbred yearling and got insanely ratted in a bourbon distillery in Kentucky.
Picked with Bluegrass hillbillies and found myself in a garden full of dead bodies in Tennessee.
Was appointed an official duckmaster in Memphis, an honour I share with Kevin Bacon and Oprah Winfrey.
Went ballooning over the Smoky Mountains in North Carolina.
Enjoyed Thanksgiving in a grand plantation house in Georgia.
Went to a gay bar in Georgia and watched a drag act ... "Honey, there’s more of us than you’d believe."
Watched a college football game in Alabama that was bigger than the FA Cup final. 100,000 in the stadium, two hundred thousand crowded outside it.
Sat in court in Montgomery as families pleaded for their children’s parole.
Swam with dolphins and danced with snowbirds in Florida.
Marched with the Zulus on Mardi Gras in New Orleans, was blessed at a voodoo ceremony (or possibly cursed). Witnessed the horrors of Hurricane Katrina in the Lower Ninth Ward.
Went oystering down in the gulf of Mexico and farmed with murderers and lifers at the Angola state penitentiary in the rest of Louisiana.
Canoed along the Mississippi in Arkansas.
Sat and talked about the blues with Morgan Freeman in Clarksdale, Mississippi.
Watched the girls of Clarksdale High lose a basketball match.
Hung out in the ice and snow amongst the homeless in St Louis, Missouri.
Had my brain examined by a Maharishi psychologist at the Maharishi University in Iowa. Went nuts trying to find alcohol in Vedic City, Iowa, a city founded by followers of the Maharishi.
Rode with the fire brigade in Elkhart, Indiana. Looked a dick in the uniform. Breathing apparatus got stuck on me.
Rode a Model T-Ford around Henry Ford’s Greenfield Village, Michigan.
Discovered the South Side of Chicago with blues legend Buddy Guy.
Cast and buffed and dipped and polished a genuine Oscar at the factory where they are made in Chicago.
Improved with the Second City revue.
Milked sheep in Wisconsin and was pulled in an Amish sled.
Went ice-fishing in Minnesota and caught a fish.
Strode around with Ted Turner on his Montana ranch and inspected his herd of buffalo.
Helicoptered over the Canadian border with the National Border Patrol.
Poured water over Idaho to demonstrate the nature of the continental divide.
Was pulled by huskies in Wyoming.
Ate German food at a diner in Bismarck, North Dakota.
Stayed on the Lakota Sioux reservation in South Dakota and drummed with the young braves.
Went trucking in Nebraska.
Went down a missile bunker in Kansas.
To a rodeo in Oklahoma.
Attended an Indian Pow Pow in Denver and caused an explosion on the slopes at Aspen, Colorado.
Drove along the Rio Grande with Border Patrol in El Paso, Texas and watched Mexicans trying to smuggle themselves over the border.
In New Mexico went to Los Alamos where the first Atom bomb was made; ballooned along a canyon and went inside an earth ship.
Barbecued with the Navajo deep inside Monument Valley and had a Navajo weaving lesson.
In Nevada played a spy game in Las Vegas and found myself in a legal brothel outside Reno talking to well breasted women.
Flew in a WW2 B17 bomber from Phoenix to Tucson, Arizona and played a scene in a western in the old Tucson studios. Got shot. Death scene lasted 12 minutes, nearly a Tucson record.
Beaten by Deforest Kelley, later Dr McCoy, in a B western.
Drank wine in California’s Napa Valley, chewed the fat with Jony Ive, designer of the iMac, iPod and iPhone. Shot a .44 magnum in Ukiah, California, guest of the sheriff.
Raided a marijuana farm in Mendocino County.
Camped out in a place known to be frequented by Big Foot, the Sasquatch in Grant’s Pass, Oregon.
Swam with sea otters and seals in Seattle, Washington. Said goodbye to the taxi.
Went fishing in and looking for bears in Kodiak, Alaska. Went north to the arctic circle and skidooed with some Eskimos.
Went to an observatory in the tallest mountain in the world in Hawaii. Canoed like in the title sequence of Hawaii 5 O.
Flew over lava field and watched new bits of America, five acres a week, being made as the molten lava hit the sea. Swam with sharks, flew a microlite around the islands.