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为了修筑兰州——新疆的铁路，一支筑路大军战斗在新疆天山地区。容书记带领工人们向困难和大风雪作斗争，并对王队长和孔技术员错误的保守思想进行了斗争，做了大量的思想工作，使他们认识了自己的错误。容书记发动群众大搞技术革新，苦干加巧干，在天山南北各少数民族兄弟的帮助下，终于修通了这条铁路。

两个意大利士兵被卷入第一次世界大战，他们很想逃脱战争的阴霾，想了很多办法，但是现实无情，总是把他们推到荒唐而危险的境况中。在一次次偷懒成功后，他们却目睹着一次次战友们血肉模糊的战场惨状。终于一个亡故战友的妻子令两人的思想有了变化，在一次对敌行动被俘后两人被处死，但他们的长官却还以为他们照旧做了逃兵。

二战期间，19岁的通讯兵阿廖沙（弗拉迪米尔·伊瓦绍夫 Vladimir Ivashov饰）在卫国战争中用反坦克枪击毁了德军的两辆坦克而受到嘉奖。但阿廖沙请求将军不必为他授奖，只希望给他几天假回家探望一次母亲（安东尼娜·马克西莫娃 Antonina Maksimova饰）。于是阿廖沙踏上了为期只有六天的归家旅程。途中，阿廖沙邂逅了天真无邪的少女舒拉（让娜·普罗霍莲柯 Zhanna Prokhorenko饰），两人一见钟情。然而他们乘坐的火车被炸，他救死扶伤耽搁了不少时间。当阿廖沙终于回到家乡时，只来得及和母亲在田边说几句话就要返回前线。可这一去，阿廖沙就再没有回来。　　由著名导演格利高利·丘赫莱依执导的苏联现实主义电影杰作《士兵之歌》，荣获1962年第34届奥斯卡金像奖最佳原创剧本提名，入围1960年第13届戛纳电影节金棕榈奖，并获得1962年第15届英国电影和电视艺术学院奖电影奖-最佳影片等多项大奖。

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作文课上，安托万（Jean-Pierre Léaud 饰）在同学传来的女人图像上涂鸦，被罚站墙角。下课后，独守教室的安托万在墙上作诗宣泄自己的不满，引得老师（Guy Decomble 饰）更加愤怒。晚上，母亲（Claire Maurier 饰）因安托万没买面粉大发雷霆， 而继父（Albert Rémy 饰）则在安托万的请求下拿出一笔钱让他吃午饭。 第二天，安托万在同桌勒内（Patrick Auffay 饰）的怂恿下逃了学，跑去看电影打游戏，还在街上看到母亲跟一个安托万不认识的男人亲吻。 第三天，安托万回到学校，慌乱中谎称母亲去世，获得了老师的原谅和疼惜。不想继父获知了他逃学的事，与母亲一起赶到学校，戳穿了他的谎言，还当着全班同学打了他两耳光。 安托万决定留下一封信离家出走。可是小小年纪的他能去哪呢？巴黎那么大，法国那么大，哪里才是他的安身之处呢？

李淑姬丧夫8年，在一家洋装店工作，欠了大笔债务。在出版社任职的金成奎帮她垫付了所有债务，两人相爱。但是，成奎和社长的女儿早有婚约。为了弟弟能够飞黄腾达，成奎的姐姐急于让两人完婚。淑姬的女儿为了母亲的幸福，积极建议母亲和成奎结婚。尽管淑姬和成奎真诚相爱，但有碍于伦理道德，以及周围人的眼光，淑姬选择了退出。她卖掉房子，准备回老家。一直被蒙在鼓里成奎得知真相，立即赶赴车站，却只能看着淑姬搭乘的火车远离，惆怅不已。

传说在咔嚓咔嚓山上，住着当年被兔子用计烧伤的老狸猫精泥右卫门和他的女儿小狸猫精阿黑，泥右卫门作恶多端，是独霸一方的混混头领，但阿黑忠厚善良，淳朴孝顺。某日父女俩意外误入狸国宫殿，因偷窥狸猫公主绢姬被捕，这对相依为命的狸猫父女究竟会碰到怎样的奇遇呢。。。

卡洛琳·班德（Hope Lange）是一个刚毕业不久、在纽约打拼的女大学生，她进入费边出版公司担任秘书职位，并在那里认识了同样身为秘书的格雷格·亚当斯（Suzy Parker）和阿普里尔·莫里森（Diane Baker），格雷格和阿普里尔都很喜欢卡洛琳，于是邀请卡洛琳搬进她们的公寓，三个女孩就这样生活在了一起。卡洛琳的上司阿曼达·法罗（Joan Crawford）因为怀疑卡洛琳企图取代她的位置，所以一直百般刁难卡洛琳，然而卡洛琳自己却计划男友艾迪·哈里斯（Brett Halsey）一从欧洲回来便与其成婚，然后从公司辞职彻底投入家庭主妇的生活，但天不遂人愿的是艾迪在欧洲与其他女人成婚，伤心不已的卡洛琳只好全心投入工作之中，她和编辑迈克·莱斯（Stephen Boyd）的感情也因此变得越发复杂。阿普里尔是个天真单纯的女孩，刚一入公司就遭到了上司沙利马尔先生(Brian Aherne)的性骚扰，但却反而与其成为朋友，后来偶然间她认识了富二代德克斯特·基（Robert Evans）并与其交往，她幻想着与之成家立业却未料到自己所托非人。格雷格一直努力想要成为一个女演员，她偶然认识了导演戴维·塞维奇（Louis Jourdan）并与之谈起恋爱，有了塞维奇的帮助她以为自己已经可以全心追求演艺事业便放弃了秘书的工作，却未想到厄运已经就此埋下祸根。

Voice 1 (male professional announcer type) This neighborhood(1) was made for the wretched dignity of the petty bourgeoisie, for respectable occupations and intellectual tourism. The sedentary population of the upper floors was sheltered from the influences of the street. This neighborhood has remained the same. It was the strange setting of our story, where a systematic questioning of all the diversions and works of a society, a total critique of its idea of happiness, was expressed in acts.　　These people also scorned subjective profundity. They were interested in nothing but an adequate and concrete expression of themselves.　　Voice 2 (Debord, monotone) Human beings are not fully conscious of their real life - usually groping in the dark; overwhelmed by the consequences of their acts; at every moment groups and individuals find themselves confronted with results they have not wished.　　Voice 1 They said that oblivion was their ruling passion. They wanted to reinvent everything each day; to become the masters and possessors of their own lives.　　Just as one does not judge a man according to the conception he has of himself, one cannot judge such periods of transition according to their own consciousness; on the contrary, one must explain the consciousness through the contradictions of material life, through the conflict between social conditions and the forces of social production.　　The progress achieved in the domination of nature was not yet matched by a corresponding liberation of everyday life. Youth passed away among the various controls of resignation.　　Our camera has captured for you a few aspects of a provisional microsociety.　　The knowledge of empirical facts remains abstract and superficial as long as it is not concretized by its integration into the whole ” which alone permits the supersession of partial and abstract problems so as to arrive at their concrete essence, and implicitly at their meaning.　　This group was on the margins of the economy. It tended toward a role of pure consumption, and first of all the free consumption of its time. It thus found itself directly engaged in qualitative variations of everyday life but deprived of any means to intervene in them.　　The group ranged over a very small area. The same times brought them back to the same places. No one went to bed early. Discussion on the meaning of all this continued...　　Voice 2 Our life is a journey ” In the winter and the night. ” We seek our passage...�　　Voice 1 The abandoned literature nevertheless exerted a delaying action on new affective formulations.　　Voice 2 There was the fatigue and the cold of the morning in this much-traversed labyrinth, like an enigma that we had to resolve. It was a looking-glass reality through which we had to discover the potential richness of reality.　　On the bank of the river evening began once again; and caresses; and the importance of a world without importance. Just as the eyes have a blurred vision of many things and can see only one clearly, so the will can strive only incompletely toward diverse objects and can completely love only one at a time.　　Voice 3 (young girl) No one counted on the future. It would never be possible to be together later, or anywhere else. There would never be a greater freedom.　　Voice 1 The refusal of time and of growing old automatically limited encounters in this narrow, contingent zone, where what was lacking was felt as irreparable. The extreme precariousness of the means of getting by without working was at the root of this impatience which made excesses necessary and breaks definitive.　　Voice 2 One never really contests an organization of existence without contesting all of that organization's forms of language.　　Voice 1 When freedom is practiced in a closed circle, it fades into a dream, becomes a mere representation of itself. The ambiance of play is by nature unstable. At any moment ordinary life� can prevail once again. The geographical limitation of play is even more striking than its temporal limitation. Any game takes place within the contours of its spatial domain. Around the neighborhood, around its fleeting and threatened immobility, stretched a half-known city where people met only by chance, losing their way forever.　　The girls who found their way there, because they were legally under the control of their families until the age of eighteen, were often recaptured by the defenders of that detestable institution. They were generally confined under the guard of those creatures who among all the bad products of a bad society are the most ugly and repugnant nuns.　　What usually makes documentaries so easy to understand is the arbitrary limitation of their subject matter. They describe the atomization of social functions and the isolation of their products. One can, in contrast, envisage the entire complexity of a moment which is not resolved into a work, a moment whose movement indissolubly contains facts and values and whose meaning does not yet appear. The subject matter of the documentary would then be this confused totality.　　Voice 2 The era had arrived at a level of knowledge and technical means that made possible, and increasingly necessary, a direct construction of all aspects of a liberated affective and practical existence. The appearance of these superior means of action, still unused because of the delays in the project of liquidating the commodity economy, had already condemned aesthetic activity, whose ambitions and powers were both outdated. The decay of art and of all the values of former mores had formed our sociological background. The ruling class's monopoly over the instruments we needed to control in order to realize the collective art of our time had excluded us from a cultural production officially devoted to illustrating and repeating the past. An art film on this generation can only be a film on its absence of real creations.　　Everyone unthinkingly followed the paths learned once and for all, to their work and their home, to their predictable future. For them duty had already become a habit, and habit a duty. They did not see the deficiency of their city. They thought the deficiency of their life was natural. We wanted to break out of this conditioning, in quest of another use of the urban landscape, in quest of new passions. The atmosphere of a few places gave us intimations of the future powers of an architecture it would be necessary to create to be the support and framework for less mediocre games. We could expect nothing of anything we had not ourselves altered. The urban environment proclaimed the orders and tastes of the ruling society just as violently as the newspapers. It is man who makes the unity of the world, but man has extended himself everywhere. People can see nothing around them that is not their own image; everything speaks to them of themselves. Their very landscape is alive. There were obstacles everywhere. There was a cohesion in the obstacles of all types. They maintained the coherent reign of poverty. Everything being connected, it was necessary to change everything by a unitary struggle, or nothing. It was necessary to link up with the masses, but we were surrounded by sleep.　　Voice 3 The dictatorship of the proletariat is a desperate struggle, bloody and bloodless, violent and peaceful, military and economic, educational and administrative, against the forces and traditions of the old world.　　Voice 1 In this country it is once again the men of order who have rebelled. They have reinforced their power. They have been able to aggravate the grotesqueness of the ruling conditions according to their will. They have embellished their system with the funereal ceremonies of the past.　　Voice 2 Years, like a single instant prolonged to this point, come to an end.　　Voice 1 What was directly lived reappears frozen in the distance, fit into the tastes and illusions of an era, carried away with it.　　Voice 2 The appearance of events that we have not made, that others have made against us, now obliges us to be aware of the passage of time, its results, the transformation of our own desires into events. What differentiates the past from the present is precisely its out-of-reach objectivity; there is no more should-be; being is so consumed that it has ceased to exist. The details are already lost in the dust of time. Who was afraid of life, afraid of the night, afraid of being taken, afraid of being kept　　Voice 3 What should be abolished continues, and we continue to wear away with it. We are engulfed. We are separated. The years pass and we haven't changed anything.　　Voice 2 Once again morning in the same streets. Once again the fatigue of so many similarly passed nights. It is a walk that has lasted a long time.　　Voice 1 Really hard to drink more.　　Voice 2 Of course one might make a film of it. But even if such a film succeeds in being as fundamentally disconnected and unsatisfying as the reality it deals with, it will never be more than a re-creation ” poor and false like this botched traveling shot.　　Voice 3 There are now people who pride themselves on being authors of films, as others were authors of novels. They are even more backward than the novelists because they are unaware of the decomposition and exhaustion of individual expression in our time, ignorant of the end of the arts of passivity. They are praised for their sincerity since they dramatize, with more personal depth, the conventions of which their life consists. There is talk of the liberation of the cinema. But what does it matter to us if one more art is liberated through which Tom, Dick or Harry can joyously express their slavish sentiments The only interesting venture is the liberation of everyday life, not only in the perspectives of history but for us and right away. This entails the withering away of alienated forms of communication. The cinema, too, has to be destroyed.　　Voice 2 In the final analysis, stars are created by the need we have for them, and not by their talent or lack of talent or even by the film industry or advertising. Miserable need, dismal, anonymous life that would like to expand itself to the dimensions of cinema life. The imaginary life on the screen is the product of this real need. The star is the projection of this need.　　The images of the advertisements during the intermissions are more suited than any others for evoking an intermission of life.　　To really describe this era it would no doubt be necessary to show many other things. But what would be the point　　Better to grasp the totality of what has been done and what remains to be done than to add more ruins to the old world of the spectacle and of memories.　　1. This film, which evokes the lettrist experiences at the origin of the situationist movement, opens with shots of the Paris district frequented by the lettrists in the early 1950s.