Jubilee是导演Derek Jarman在1977年拍摄的一部朋克电影。银幕中我们看到Jenny Runacre、Ian Charleson和一群朋克青年。片名源于1977年伊莉莎白二世的银禧庆典。影片收到当时很多来自英国朋克圈的评论，时尚设计师 Vivienne Westwood看后创作了一件T shirt，上面印了她写给导演Derek Jarman的一封对此电影持批评态度的公开信，批判Jarman对朋克精神的歪曲。此片在今天被认为是一部经典的cult film，由Criterion Collection发行。下面是T shirt上的这封公开信的内容：
（这件T shirt上的英文信文本资源很难找到，我们教授在课下根据DVD里内含的T shirt照片亲手打了出来，但印刷的手写字迹模糊难辨，英文或有细微偏差。能看英文的同学就不要读我蹩脚的翻译了，翻译错误欢迎指正。）
“Vivienne Westwood写给Derek Jarman的明信衫”——Jubilee (1977)
我看过一遍这电影，我觉得这是我看过的最无聊所以也是最龌龊的电影，没有之一。后来我又去看了一遍，你难道还没找对正确的方向吗？不同于其他电影人那样去弄一些夺人眼球的破烂儿，你看了看一些这里的事，而且现在来说这些东西跟英国任何一个还有大脑的人（ 暂称之为“灵魂”吧）有着绝对的关系。我一开始就憋足了劲儿去听在倒叙中对伊莉莎白一世说的每一个词。你说什么来着？伊莉莎白说：“这景象迄今为止超越了所有的期望。从未有过的抽象啊！” 然后她继续说——“Ray La Lullay 虚假的一天！” 之后John Dee说了什么呢？他念了从Time Out找出来的“诗”（那些电台节目里播剩下的旧东西，节目里涉及一群早熟的高三学生，他们被叫做“卷心菜和国王们”，社会因关心他们的安全问题而无暇顾及他们的成长。）即使现在，对于那些嗡嗡的谵语我都一句也记不起来，就还记得那一个词 “向下，向下，向下”（恰如其分）。还有那个用个镜子反射太阳来把它当做钻石，而且还戴了对牛逼闪闪的美瞳的Ariel说：“想想这丰富多彩的世界并崇拜它吧。当你否认它的多样性的时候你也否认了你自己的真正本质。‘平等’当道不是为了上帝而是为了人类。” 想想这些！简直是对我男子气概的侮辱好不好！我可是个朋克！既然你用到那些你给朋克们的警告式的价值观，那我不是应该像看到一个优雅的国度般看到老伊莉莎白女王的英格兰吗？得了吧，我宁愿把这些华丽丽的玩意儿和那盯着颗钻石看的举动当作是一段关于gay少年（不过你本来就是个gay）的小爱情，打扮得漂漂亮亮的在玩“你来比划我来猜”。（他那两条腿中间是有jj的吗？还是没有？——之类的。）至于那些近似未来的部分，有两句台词倒是不错。Adam (Kid)：“我不在乎钱，我只是不想被剥削。”（真好笑）然后Angel还是Sphinx来着，对Adam说：“别签约，”什么的。“大街上的人生更精彩。” 这句话承认了没人愿意去理会那些陈词滥调的意淫，是Borgia Ginz吗？？？大街要给你什么？好吧，然后他们又弄了辆车去了一个有一整花园的塑料假花的疯子家玩儿。然后他们去了一幢大楼的楼顶，去抒发些简简单单的，Alf Garnett更或者是The Clash的Mick Jones说过的话。这些就是你对这街头的看法吗？就是你在音乐新闻里读到的东西吗？好——低预算，独立发展，利用朋友，非公正层面。好在这些被不公平对待的成员们不但没有被要求表演，并且还被允许念出台词，就好像是在读他们脑袋里装的小本子似的。这样一来，就造成了当没有表演能力的时候，表演的张力就得看角色背后的人有多少人性了，因此Jordan和Helen还挺不错的，反之Jenny Runacre的精神平庸是则以恫吓而通过的。Albeit——你这些方法的层面和风格都是无政府主义的，我对你的言之无物不感兴趣， 无论你说的多有趣。（那个“统治大不列颠欧洲歌唱比赛”挺好，因为你说民族主义是鄙俗的，伊莉莎白二世是个商业化的骗人伎俩）就像伊莉莎白一世那样，反政府主义的人必须说：“相信自己。” 可以从这儿开始，但自我放纵可不是其作者。你要勇敢，因为你其实不怎么勇敢。你别再扯些屁话了，而且要丢掉那些——啊orz——比如说吧，那些基督刑罚的固执（性不可怖，说实话）——“四处弥漫的浓雾，既乖戾又不为人知地附庸风雅，堕落与腐朽中的欢愉只是为了被程式化的美。一部不负责任的电影——不要这样记住朋克”（引自杂志《Melody maker》中 Chris Brazier的话）。但我不是没有足够的安全感，也不足够让一个偷窥狂从观看一个gay少年打飞机打到受虐的颤抖之瘙痒中抽身出来。你方向对了，然后你手淫了。这电影甚至比Tom Don Lett叔叔的更低成本的电影还无聊。
“一群骚乱煽动分子！”
英文原文：
Open T shirt to Derek Jarman from Vivienne Westwood —— Jubilee (1977)
I had been to see it once and thought it the most boring and therefore disgusting film I had ever seen.I went to see it again for after all, hadn’t you pointed your nose in the right direction?Rather than deal with spectacular crap as other filmmakers do, you had looked at something here and now of absolute relevance to anybody in England with a brain still left – let’s call itsoul.I first tried very hard to listen to every word spoken in the flashbacks to Elizabeth I.What were you saying?Eliz: ‘This vision exceeded by far all expectation.Such an abstract never before’ and so she went on – ‘fal de ray la lullay the day!’ And John Dee?Spoke ‘poetry’ according toTime Out(those old leftovers from radio programme, involving a panel of precocious sixth formers, called ‘Cabbages and Kings,’ whose maturity concerns being rather left from a position of safety) though even now I can remember no distinguishing phrase from amongst the drone, only the words ‘Down, down, down’ (Right on).And Airel who flashed the sun in a mirror, and considered a diamond and had great contact lenses: ‘Consider the world’s diversity and worship it.By denying it’s multiplicity you deny your own true nature.Equality prevails not for God but for man’s sake.’ Consider that!What an insult to my VIRILITY!I’m a PUNK man!And as you use the valuesyougive to punks as a warning, am I supposed to see old Elizabeth’s England as some state of grace?Well, I’d rather consider that all this grand stuff and looking at diamonds is something to do with a gay (which you are) boy’s love of dressing up and playing at charades.(Does he have a cock between his legs or doesn’t he?-kinda thing.)As to parts about the near future there were 2 good lines in it.Adam (Kid) ‘I don’t care about the money I just don’t want to get ripped off’ (funny) and Angel or Sphinx to Adam ‘Don’t sign up,’ etc.‘Life is more exciting on the streets.’accepted that no one would want any dealings with the clichéd figment of your fantasies, Borgia Ginz???, what did the streets have to offer?Well, they then pinched a car to go visit a nutter with a garden of plastic flowers.Then they went to the roof of a tower block to give out the kind of simplistic speil Alf Garnett, or rather Mick Jones of the Clash gives out.Is that your comment about the street?What you read in the music press?Good – the low budget, independent, using friends, none-equity aspect.Good that the none-equity members weren’t required to act but allowed to say their lines as if reading from a little book inside their head, because what happened as the result of this acting, as against none-acting ability was that the performances depended for strength upon how much humanity the people behind the role possessed, thus Jordan and Helen were good whereas Jenny Runacre’s mediocrity of spirit bludgeoned through. Albeit – these aspects of your approach and style were anarchical, I am not interested in however interestingly you saynothing.(The Rule Britannia Eurovision contest was good because you said something – nationalism is vile and Elizabeth II is a commercial con trick) Just like Elizabeth I.An anarchist must say, ‘Trust yourself.’It’s the place to start but self-indulgence is not the author.You have to be brave and you are only a little.You have to cut the crap and not the cheese and chuck out –ugh– for instance, those Christian crucifixion fixations (sex is not frightening, honest) – “thepervasive reek of perverse and esoteric artiness, the delight in degradation and decay simply for its beauty when stylized.An irresponsible movie – Don’t remember punk this way” （all quoted from Chris Brazier inMelody Maker).But I ain’t insecure enough nor enough of a voyeur to get off watching a gay boy jerk off through the titillation of his masochistic tremblings.You pointed your nose in the right direction then you wanked.It was even more boring than Uncle Tom Don Letts’ even lower budget film.
“Seditionaries”!
