日本黑帮藤泽家族与笠井组并称黑道双雄，两帮积怨甚深。一场黑帮火拼，藤泽家族在此役中败北。为保存已经单薄的家族实力，已近暮年的老大藤泽秀仁拒绝了弟弟秀明的复仇计划，蛰伏于家族在中国投资的亚东酒店内，以图东山再起，由此引发了一场黑帮之间的血腥暗战。 藤泽秀仁到来的当天，酒店就发生了黑枪交易事件，第二天酒店财务室被盗，第三天出纳离奇堕楼身亡。纵横江湖数十载的藤泽秀仁不甘束手就擒，追查着可以突破的重大线索。可是追查的结果令他目瞠口呆：酒店已成为黑帮的洗钱据点，而身为老大的他竟一无所知，可见幕后黑手的帮内地位非同一般！而此时，从日本追踪而至的幽灵杀手已如影随形。多次出现的滴血蝴蝶兰，一刀致命的传奇凶刀“水之刃”，无时不在的致命毒药，若隐若现的神秘“幽灵”，令藤泽秀仁身边的保镖接连毙命，而秀仁却毫发无伤，秀仁明白自己已成为猫鼠游戏中的鼠，可幕后黑手却无迹可寻，局势已完全失控。发自内心的深层恐怖使这个在江湖中杀人无数的黑帮老大几近崩溃。 藤泽秀仁终于凄惨地死去，经勘查，秀仁的胃内存有致命毒药，而致死的一个伤口竟发现为二种不同的凶器所为，可见实施暗杀行动至少有三方。毒杀？刀杀？情杀？仇杀？黑帮火拼？内部夺权？一个惊天阴谋已呼之欲出。

一个若隐若现幽灵杀手一场布局十四年黑帮权谋之战跨国追杀无路可逃落魄日本黑帮老大于各方势力压迫下挣扎求生几近崩溃……日本黑帮藤泽家族与笠井组并称黑道双雄两帮积怨甚深经多次火拼已势成水火一场黑帮火拼藤泽家族此役中败北为保存已经单薄家族实力已近暮年老大藤泽秀仁拒绝了弟弟秀明复仇计划蛰伏于家族中国投资亚东酒店内以图东山再起由此引发了一场黑帮之间血腥暗战…… 　　日本黑帮藤泽家族与笠井组并称黑道双雄，两帮积怨甚深。一场黑帮火拼，藤泽家族在此役中败北。为保存已经单薄的家族实力，已近暮年的老大藤泽秀仁拒绝了弟弟秀明的复仇计划，蛰伏于家族在中国投资的亚东酒店内，以图东山再起，由此引发了一场黑帮之间的血腥暗战。 　　藤泽秀仁到来的当天，酒店就发生了黑枪交易事件，第二天酒店财务室被盗，第三天出纳离奇堕楼身亡。纵横江湖数十载的藤泽秀仁不甘束手就擒，追查着可以突破的重大线索。可是追查的结果令他目瞠口呆：酒店已成为黑帮的洗钱据点分享者影视，而身为老大的他竟一无所知，可见幕后黑手的帮内地位非同一般！而此时，从日本追踪而至的幽灵杀手已如影随形。多次出现的滴血蝴蝶兰，一刀致命的传奇凶刀“水之刃”，无时不在的致命毒药，若隐若现的神秘“幽灵”，令藤泽秀仁身边的保镖接连毙命，而秀仁却毫发无伤，秀仁明白自己已成为猫鼠游戏中的鼠，可幕后黑手却无迹可寻，局势已完全失控。发自内心的深层恐怖使这个在江湖中杀人无数的黑帮老大几近崩溃。 　　藤泽秀仁终于凄惨地死去，经勘查，秀仁的胃内存有致命毒药，而致死的一个伤口竟发现为二种不同的凶器所为，可见实施暗杀行动至少有三方。毒杀？刀杀？情杀？仇杀？黑帮火拼？内部夺权？一个惊天阴谋已呼之欲出……

The Belgian filmmaker spent a period of time, unspecified, a week or two, in an apartment in Tel Aviv that was lent to her. She lived there alone, in virtually complete isolation, indirectly filming and narrating the experience, sustained only by "provisions" found in the kitchen, especially rice and carrots, having had stomach trouble from an Israeli salad; didn't go to cafes or supermarkets, and rarely even went out, except for a couple of forays to the sea; the apartment was a block or so from the beach. 　　La-bàs is a series of long stationary shots out the windows, often showing figures of old people on balconies on the roof or buildings opposite. A woman, immobile, is tended to by her husband. One man sits for long periods motionless. Ackerman in voice-over says she thinks he's watching his plants grow. "But I don't think plants grow any faster in Israel," she says. 　　Is this any better than the proverbial watching paint dry? Two aspects, visual and auditory, save this thin, dry, austere documentary from being a sterile art piece and make it both thought-provoking and haunting, for those who have the patience to sit through it; many will not. 　　To begin with, screens filter the light of the windows in a beautiful way: the shots are often handsome, not unworthy of something by Hou Hsiau-hsien or Tsai Ming-liang, if without their human figures moving about. 　　Further, Ackerman's voice overs, spoken off-camera during the shots, though skimpy, provide fleetingly penetrating, brutally frank self-revelations and contexts that range from the personal to the universal. Her father was once going to emigrate to Israal just after WWII and was waiting in Marseille to go, but he was warned that the Palestine environment was too harsh. The family settled in Belgium instead. She speaks of an aunt who committed suicide. Is she herself depressed? She speaks of passivity and laziness. She may be agoraphobic. She clearly is going through an agoraphobic period. She may also be afraid of bombs. A parent calls and expresses concern about her going out to dangerous places; she promises she won't. She speaks of prisons, external and self-imposed: this is one of the latter kind. 　　People call and invite her out. She says she can't because she's working. This devotion to the enterprise makes something positive and substantial, even noble, about this otherwise evanescent, uncertain project. This is an act of painfully heightened self-consciousness, a self-examination, a journal both Zen-like and intensive. She also speaks of reading; making extensive notes; having "complex" thoughts. A certain ambivalence toward her Jewishness is also involved. Finally, with minimal means, Ackerman has forged something unique. 　　A telling image: a Chasidic family leaving the beach. The man, in his quaint outfit, symbolizes the oddity of the Israeli enterprise. Ackerman doesn't comment on the oppression of Palestinians or Israeli dependence on the US. Her seclusion in the middle of Israel's largest city may be comment enough. This is something she apparently can't be a part of. But in her alienation, she couldn't be more Jewish.

The Belgian filmmaker spent a period of time, unspecified, a week or two, in an apartment in Tel Aviv that was lent to her. She lived there alone, in virtually complete isolation, indirectly filming and narrating the experience, sustained only by "provisions" found in the kitchen, especially rice and carrots, having had stomach trouble from an Israeli salad; didn't go to cafes or supermarkets, and rarely even went out, except for a couple of forays to the sea; the apartment was a block or so from the beach. 　　La-bàs is a series of long stationary shots out the windows, often showing figures of old people on balconies on the roof or buildings opposite. A woman, immobile, is tended to by her husband. One man sits for long periods motionless. Ackerman in voice-over says she thinks he's watching his plants grow. "But I don't think plants grow any faster in Israel," she says. 　　Is this any better than the proverbial watching paint dry? Two aspects, visual and auditory, save this thin, dry, austere documentary from being a sterile art piece and make it both thought-provoking and haunting, for those who have the patience to sit through it; many will not. 　　To begin with, screens filter the light of the windows in a beautiful way: the shots are often handsome, not unworthy of something by Hou Hsiau-hsien or Tsai Ming-liang, if without their human figures moving about. 　　Further, Ackerman's voice overs, spoken off-camera during the shots, though skimpy, provide fleetingly penetrating, brutally frank self-revelations and contexts that range from the personal to the universal. Her father was once going to emigrate to Israal just after WWII and was waiting in Marseille to go, but he was warned that the Palestine environment was too harsh. The family settled in Belgium instead. She speaks of an aunt who committed suicide. Is she herself depressed? She speaks of passivity and laziness. She may be agoraphobic. She clearly is going through an agoraphobic period. She may also be afraid of bombs. A parent calls and expresses concern about her going out to dangerous places; she promises she won't. She speaks of prisons, external and self-imposed: this is one of the latter kind. 　　People call and invite her out. She says she can't because she's working. This devotion to the enterprise makes something positive and substantial, even noble, about this otherwise evanescent, uncertain project. This is an act of painfully heightened self-consciousness, a self-examination, a journal both Zen-like and intensive. She also speaks of reading; making extensive notes; having "complex" thoughts. A certain ambivalence toward her Jewishness is also involved. Finally, with minimal means, Ackerman has forged something unique. 　　A telling image: a Chasidic family leaving the beach. The man, in his quaint outfit, symbolizes the oddity of the Israeli enterprise. Ackerman doesn't comment on the oppression of Palestinians or Israeli dependence on the US. Her seclusion in the middle of Israel's largest city may be comment enough. This is something she apparently can't be a part of. But in her alienation, she couldn't be more Jewish.

一个平静的夜晚，楼下传来的声⾳引发了不同的反应和相似的冷漠。

主角阿伦有一天看到一个深夜节目，里面是一个真实杀人影片。自从看了那个影片以后，里面的受害者的尸体跟着他了。开始时是在他家的街口，慢慢的，尸体离他越来越近，三天，尸体已经来到他的房间了，四天，尸体已经坐在他的旁边。最后一天，他们的距离到底会有多近？尸体就在那里，静静的，很像要用沉默告诉阿伦一个不为人知的秘密。

主角阿伦有一天看到一个深夜节目，里面是一个真实杀人影片。自从看了那个影片以后，里面的受害者的尸体跟着他了。开始时是在他家的街口，慢慢的，尸体离他越来越近，三天，尸体已经来到他的房间了，四天，尸体已经坐在他的旁边。最后一天，他们的距离到底会有多近？尸体就在那里，静静的，很像要用沉默告诉阿伦一个不为人知的秘密。

为保护女继承人，并躲避训练有素的绑匪，只身一人的维安专家（劳米·拉佩斯饰）必须揭开一桩邪恶的阴谋，同时想办法活命。

Ju-won, a personal assistant for people with disabilities, steals the guide dog from her visually impaired employer, Kyung-min, to pay off her boyfriend's debt.