A most pleasingly atmospheric rendition of the tale, noirishly photographed and moodily set, this is the version which probably would have delighted Conan Doyle the most. There is one important plot change which enables the beautiful Alice Brandt to enjoy both a larger role and a more intriguing part in the proceedings. This change also builds up the parts of Dr Mortimer and Lord Charles, yet at the same time provides a nice introduction to the is-he-sinister or is-he-a-good-guy Barrymore, deftly played here by Fritz Rasp.
Despite the sting of its well-developed story, the spellbindingly atmospheric direction and the engrossing performances delivered by the entire cast, many fans may find this version somewhat disappointing. For at least three reasons: As in the novel, the part played in the narrative by Sherlock Holmes, though vital, is minimal. And in this version, not only has no attempt been made to enlarge his role, if anything both writer and director do their best to minimize it. Holmes does not even make his entrance for half-an-hour, and when he does finally appear, he has his back to the camera. It is Fritz Odemar, as Dr Watson, who receives the more favorable camera angles. And there is a purpose in this. It is Watson, not Holmes, who figures as the main protagonist of The Hound of the Baskervilles. For the bulk of the narrative, Holmes disappears. It is Watson and Lord Henry (Peter Voss) who take up the running. The movie is almost over, before Holmes closes in on the villain. And even so, this is not the obsessed, self-important Holmes we are accustomed to see taking charge. Another problem is that the title hound itself does not figure a great deal in the action, a downgrading which will undoubtedly rate as another major disappointment for fans. And finally, it could be argued that the script gives too much attention to Conan Doyle's red herring, the escaped convict, and not enough to the real villain.
This said, it must surely be admitted by all, that Odemar's interpretation of Watson—intelligent, charming, level-headed, courageous and resourceful—is much closer to Conan Doyle's conception than either the bungling, inveterately stupid Nigel Bruce or the self-effacing Ian Fleming.
One other player deserves special mention: Erich Ponto (Dr Winkel in The Third Man) who seems exactly right for Stapleton. A difficult part, superbly played.
- JohnHowardReid, imdb
有些地方确实能让人发笑，但更多时候我却只是在叹气。好在几处反转比较奏效，而片尾的部分或多或少也能看到导演的野心。
那年在neuiily sur seine，les sablon站附近某幢大楼的阁楼里，实在太热了，辗转难眠，于是下楼，坐到深夜，也没想清楚自己想要什么。
他们去看候麦的电影了 我也想去 我也想去 就是很迷人的氛围 浪漫又忧伤。还有 音乐真的很戳我内心。 骑车在夜晚 我以为是台湾电影
一封给巴黎，给与过去和解的自己的情书。含泪看完整部电影，近年真的很少有这类温情题材的文艺片，拍的很真挚细腻，让我想起了自己的妈妈
一场关于现实的幻梦，需要反复回忆来冲淡现实的残忍。
真的很喜欢这种温静的电影，没有浮夸的表演，一切如水流一般和顺。它让我感到了一种真诚，好像它只是一部家庭纪录片，就如少年时代一样。我莫名又想起老塔。我最喜欢的一部老塔，不是发出信仰诘问的《潜行者》，也不是诗意极致的《镜子》，而是老塔的那部毕业作品《压路机和小提琴》，我现在还记得在正午阳光明晃晃地照耀下，萨莎和瑟黎卡坐在压路机上愉快和闪烁的脸，就像他们在平凡日子里闪烁的友情一样，这种时光的记录本身就是带着诗意的。
“十个项目九个凉，商业投资很正常。”全片唯一和新宇一起共情爆笑的词。
温柔的夜色，想起朴树的“路过人们的寒冷和孤独”。但一些伤痛都会被抚平，也会有什么美好永远留了下来
情节在爱意下流动。故事总发生在入夜的巴黎，落地窗外的街景在暗蓝色天幕下躲闪，她朦胧地晃着酒杯，在无数夜与日交际的静谧中，独享天际终于泛白的失眠与孤独。追溯中有梦袭来，梦被想方设法地延长，只因为存在于内的温暖是永存的。回忆像被打乱顺序的胶卷不断向眼前涌现。在舒缓的节奏里，碎片式的剪辑无声低吟那段属于电影的年代，那段比此刻遥远的电影荧幕更远的上世纪八十年代。
“我叫你爸，你打我马，你这样对吗？”
过于原教旨，难度密度低。散文课路线不好走的，对比可见阿老师技术。
虽然刚开始大家都表现得稍显浮夸，很话剧感，不过后面层层悬念一步步展开又反转，还是很带感的一个故事，喜欢最后有关善良和正义的讨论。还埋了很多行业相关的梗，反复戳中笑点。（看完觉得这个故事能上映的这件事，本身就已经带点黑色幽默的味道了）
真的是一部极其温柔的电影，那些巴黎的清晨、夜晚和日出真的好美
挺不错的了，想骂的骂了，想讽的讽了，然后还把故事讲圆了，还想怎么样呢？这毕竟还是一个想要票房和卖座的商业片啊，过审不易点到为止就行了
内部梗相当多，迷局其实不迷，案件本身也很普通。但导演聪明之处在于悬疑片往喜剧路子一整，风格立住了。尹正饰演的李编剧是整个案件往前推动的动因，但真正的戏眼在张本煜身上。编剧厉害之处在于：每次觉得剧本无法推进 行至无路又峰回路转继续飞。完成度很高，希望票房大卖
娱乐性很好，从头到尾看得很顺畅，喜剧跟悬疑点结合得比较不错，但就是没办法对这个电影认真起来，价值观看起来很正，但又感觉很空洞。
温柔如水的巴黎日与夜，不疾不徐地谈情说爱笑对人生，城市和过往记忆的回眸，加上配乐如同散文诗般写意。浪漫温情都恰到好处，足以抚慰人心。那时候的院线片是《德州巴黎》《鸟人》和《圆月映花都》，除了慕了慕了也不知道能说什么了。
每一个路灯点亮员都会终结一个夜，一个因为错过，浪漫被延时发生的夜。
没什么尿点，这个片子能上映且没什么删减，就可以多加一星，整个故事很完整，可以联想的空间也很大，不错不错
自我感动是创作的毒药，哪怕良心上的。
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