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《寻找阿拉斯加》是一部由丽贝卡·托马斯执导，查理·普拉默 / 克里斯汀·弗劳赛斯 / 罗恩·彼得·琼斯主演的一部剧情类型的电影，特精心从网络上整理的一些观众的观后感，希望对大家能有帮助。

《寻找阿拉斯加》精选点评：

●质感其实不错，但女主角的那顿“性别歧视”的大帽子扣的让人太厌恶了。让别人男友帮自己搬行李就是“做个好男友”，提些女友给福利的调侃就是“父权压迫”，这特么就是典型的只想享受权利不想承担义务的田园女权做派。

●8分

●被youtube预告片吸引去看了，挺一般的，跟羞耻差远了

●里面演员颜值不错，画面也挺好，就是缺少一个好剧本，台词也很无聊，许多都没有意思的尬聊，编剧的锅

●青春片。

●等了很多年。跟原著很像很像。因为太久没看书了，我甚至想不出剧情哪里有改变。只能肯定miles没有出现的场景是加的。取景直接在故事原型——后妈Green当年上的寄宿学校。他甚至还在那儿拍了那个桥洞。这个故事不知有多少是他真实的经历，但我觉得是有不少的。他后来真的成了作家，他的第一本书写的就是这样一个女孩。

●比一般的青少年美剧有一种特别的触感，但也只是如此了。

●没看过原著。剧集轻松幽默和深刻严肃都有，演员演技在线，值得看。

●一个幻想主义文学男和一个理想主义美国梦女孩为什么要在一起？背景完好的小孩为什么要和身世破碎的小孩们讲兄弟义气？因为这是“青春”啊…试问这类影片还要误导多少少年呢？

●很好看，可以跟13个原因放一起比较

《寻找阿拉斯加》观后感(一)：“that which the sea breaks against."

不知道为什么，或者说其实知道为什么，巨喜欢。无数次因为台词喜欢一个剧，然后因为剧去看原着，经常原著看完剧还没看完，还有好多歌也巨好听。觉得剧比书好看，书里的文字反而没有台词美。喜欢Alaska，喜欢Hyde，喜欢Miles（因为巨像我的一个学生，傻傻愣愣~），喜欢每一本Alaska手里拿着，念出来的书，正在看the general in his labyrinth 和 cat's cradle，估计剧没看完书就差不多就看完了。越来越不清楚自己喜欢一个剧到底是因为剧情，还是台词...总之，安安静静的讲故事就很好。

《寻找阿拉斯加》观后感(二)：I will always love Alaska

I will always love Alaska, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

Alaska不仅仅是一个漂亮女孩。

她捉摸不透，上一秒霸气侧漏地进行着prank，下一秒眉头紧皱坐在河边抽烟。You all smoke to enjoy, I smoke to die.

她可以玩笑似地给你普及性知识，也可以一本正经地叫你停止物化女性。

文学涵养极高的她对于在自己喜欢的课堂上因维护朋友而被赶出去这种事情毫不在乎。

聪明如她，觉得最有水平的事情竟然是策划出一个顶级prank。

即使可以和学校里的有钱人混得很好，她也更愿意和真正的聪明人做朋友。

这就是Alaska。这种女孩真的太少见了。我是一个女孩子我都喜欢她。

她真的在做自己，即便真实的自己略微有点矫情，有点bitch，做事也有点不计后果。

很喜欢美国电视剧里面对女性角色的多元呈现。每个个体都很复杂。每个个体之间可能有相似性，但真正迷人的是特异性。世界上不是只有好女孩和坏女孩之分。

这部剧惊喜的地方不只有Alaska，其他配角表现也很精彩。最后一集拍得很好，让我释怀了，本来我是很讨厌Sara那边的人的。我觉得他们之前的举止间接致使了她的死。但看完最后一集，我想她的死不管是意外还是一种选择，在最后那一刻，都和这些人没什么太大的关系，她在对抗自己。可能她已经想清楚了，对她来说，死亡是走出迷宫的唯一方式。她知道她的朋友们也在迷宫当中，但他们可以有其他方式，她想让他们知道他们有。

除此之外，Alaska一帮人在对抗一些只要活着就会碰到的东西 unfairness injustice 在一个小小的高中就可以看出来 很多人很早之前就停止了对抗 但他们在坚持着 即便会被说成没有意义 但what the hell

最后我在想：我们真能走出痛苦的迷宫吗？也许不能，但好好活着是唯一的出路吧。只要活着，就有机会。

附上Miles最后独白中的一段：

Those awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say, “Teenagers think they are invincible,” with that sly, stupid smile on their faces they don’t know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations.

这是Alaska给他们的最好的礼物。

《寻找阿拉斯加》观后感(三)：一起校园女生死亡事件

早些年前，看过一部以阿拉斯加小镇为故事发生地的剧 men in trees《情归何处》。一度喜欢开头是“情归”俩字的影视，比如情归阿拉巴马，情归新泽西。

所以，初看剧名，以为同样是以阿拉斯加为故事发生地。然后知道是误会。

看到第四集，感觉最好看一集。第一个：感恩节，大家伙离校，留下的高中男女生一起到男生宿舍搜刮爱情动作片，还能不用顾忌声音是否太大，还能边看边评，带出物化、父权制这类字眼，末了，来个调侃，实在是服了，能把看小黄片拍的如此清新脱俗。

第二个，偶遇学校讲宗教课程老师。从其口中，讲述一个让人唏嘘伤感的断背山。老师原在伯克利教政治，一见钟情的爱人死后，来到中学教宗教，三大宗教。两次上课场景，给人感觉很博学，反正是我喜欢的那种老师。对了，他只有一个肺。有条狗。

第三个，感恩节上校家感恩节晚餐。

看剧多了，认出校长是老面孔，《副总统》中那个傻大个。

当然，这不是另一部有类似话题的青春校园剧《十三个原因》。那部剧，主题曲好听啊，配搭剧情剪接MV。

写到这，很害羞。明明是要奔四的人。

结尾，上校的母亲对儿子说，那女孩，比你想象的孤独。

《寻找阿拉斯加》观后感(四)：I Go to Seek a Great Perhaps

五年前，高中生的我在数学课上埋头读这本书，哭到不能自已。

今天，在异国他乡的我坐在书桌前看到最后一集那幕For Alaska Young的时候，再一次哭到不能自己。

我理解很多人说的绿叔叔的书“空洞得令人难以置信”，“quirky白主角傻白甜恋爱”。但是怎么说呢，生活不是一直高深的，偶尔能借这种小清新鸡汤文艺片能带领你宣泄一下被现实生活压迫的眼泪，心情还是很舒畅的。而且我感觉看片就像time/space travel，借着别人的视角感受他们的生活，体会一番酸甜苦辣，剧终后再从中完美脱身，感慨自己现实生活的美好，不也算是一种庆幸舒畅嘛。更况且这片有跌宕的情节（虽然稍稍狗血）有搞笑的场景，有每个人独特个性的展现，精致的镜头等等，所以绝对不能说是烂片。

我一开始觉得没啥好看，觉得演员不够好看，甚至还觉得有些小小失望。转折的契机是考完试无聊准备开始快进看，然后开始看到他们的各种prank就觉得wow真的拍出来了！读书的时候只能自己脑海里想象，很多放鞭炮奔跑eagle的doomed look都需要自己不断的去想象，但是现在全都展现在眼前，和记忆里的场景重合错开再重合，觉得真的好感慨好不可思议。于是就开始继续好好看下去了。

跟原著很像，很像很像。所以我好喜欢，有种重回很久很久以前记忆的感觉。不过场景拍摄真的超棒超美（可以看下绿叔叔channel里随便拍的culver creek就感觉就很乡村小学）；然后选角虽然看上去都是一般长相，但是看久了就觉得很青春很美很pure；soundtrack也超赞，和各种阳光慢镜头非常搭。

最后附上pudge的essay：

“Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small self-sufficient world in a back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home. But that only led to a lonely life accompanied only by the last words of the already-dead, so I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life. And then I screwed up and The Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers. And there’s no sugar-coating it: she deserved better friends.

When she fucked up, all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she collapsed into the enigma of herself. And I could have done that, but I saw where it led her. So I still believe in the Great Perhaps, and I can believe in it in spite of having lost her.

ecause I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart imperceptibly slowly, and I will forget, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and everyone but herself and her mom in those last moments she spent as a person. I know now that she forgives me for being dumb and scared and doing the dumb and scared thing. I know she forgives me, just as her mother forgives her. And here’s how I know:

I thought at first that she was just dead. Just darkness. Just a body being eaten by bugs. I thought about her a lot like that, as something’s meal. What was her - green eyes, half a smirk, the soft curves of her legs - would soon be nothing, just the bones I never saw. I thought about the slow process of becoming bone and then fossil and then coal that will, in millions of years, be mined by humans of the future, and how they would heat their homes with her, and then she would be smoke billowing out of smokestack, coating the atmosphere. I still think that sometimes, think that maybe “the afterlife” is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe she was just matter, and matter gets recycled.

ut ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. If you take Alaska’s genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirely. There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.

Although no one will ever accuse me of being of a science student, one thing I learned from science classes is that energy is never created and never destroyed. And if Alaska took her own life, that is the hope I wish I could have given her. Forgetting her mother, failing her mother and her friends and herself - those are awful things, but she did not need to fold into herself and self-destruct. Those awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say, “Teenagers think they are invincible,” with that sly, stupid smile on their faces they don’t know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.

o I know she forgives me, just as I forgive her. Thomas Edison’s last words were, “It’s very beautiful over there.” I don’t know where there is, but I know it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.”

- Miles ‘Pudge’ Halter