Chapter 1188 Everything is quiet
Gradually, the Angelica Film Center became lively.
The audience for the 2:45 session arrived one after another. Their faces were filled with anticipation and excitement, which could be felt from their body language. The chatter of discussions continued to stir in the air.
Logically speaking, the audience should leave after the previous screening ended, but there was no movement in the screening hall. The staff had to push open the door of the screening room and give a friendly reminder that the screening was over, and then finally there was movement.
Compared with the audience waiting to enter, the audience leaving the screening hall was slightly quieter. The two groups of people stood in the hall and met, occasionally intersecting and discussing, but it did not last long, and they continued to move forward.
This scene fell into the eyes of the Wood brothers, showing some confusion.
But you don’t need to wait too long, Lucas will understand through personal experience——
"Elephant," after the screening, Lucas sat quietly, neither speaking nor moving.
The occupancy rate in the entire screening hall exceeded 90%, and the number of vacant seats was clearly visible; at this moment, the audience remained silent and did not move. The subtitles on the big screen moved slowly, reflecting different lights and shadows in pairs of pupils. The emotions continued to stir in my mind.
Everything is quiet.
Such silence is both a good thing and a bad thing.
The bad part is that this kind of thing still happens in real life, and no one can predict where it will happen again next second.
The positive thing is that the movie makes people think again.
Including Anson himself is no exception.
Rewatching it again, those shocks, sighs, and helplessness are still raging. Some tragedies will not become a habit as the number of times increases; at the same time, some works will discover more details after viewing them many times, and then create new feelings. Photography , lights, sound effects, etc. weave a big net that quietly grabs the heart and slowly tightens it.
It’s hard to imagine that this is just an “ordinary” day, an ordinary day.
Of course, everyone knows that ordinary is not ordinary.
But in fact, in Anson's view, the focus of the movie is not the last fifteen minutes, but the first half.
In Gus Van Sant's lens, he focuses on the undercurrents hidden beneath the calm everyday surface——
The damage has already happened.
Not only bleeding can be called "injury", nor can only physical attacks bring "damage".
bias. discriminate. indifferent. Turn a blind eye.
They are more powerful than the tempestuous final fifteen minutes of the film.
Imagine, in "Spider-Man", what would be Peter Parker's situation if he hadn't been bitten by a spider and gained superpowers?
He is the nerd who can be seen everywhere on the "Elephant" campus. There are visible and invisible scars on his body, and he is no different from anyone else.
Therefore, when similar things happen, people often only notice the most superficial and direct things: weapons, just like the spell in the Harry Potter movie, "Expelliarmus"; however, if there is no root level, To solve the problem, "Expelliarmus" will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.
But, is that easier said than done?
Why do people often "just" notice the surface phenomenon after something happens but refuse to delve into the inner essence?
Because of difficulty.
Precisely because people know that it is difficult to solve problems at the essential level, even great wise men cannot provide solutions in a short time, so people can only try to solve superficial problems in a hurry and try to alleviate the situation before things get worse. Get some breathing room.
Unfortunately, they failed again and again, fell into setbacks again and again, and finally watched the world fall into a sea of fire——
This is the cruelest and most helpless reality.
So, does Anson have the answer?
Sadly, neither did he. When he realized this, the helplessness and despair rolled down like a huge shadow.
then.
Anson sat quietly on the seat in the screening room, staring at the big screen, listening to the trivial sounds in the air, his breathing gradually slowed down, and the sound of his heart gently hitting his chest was burning in the fire, slowly and slowly. , falling into the endless deep blue and falling into darkness.
It wasn't until the Angelica Film Center staff warned them that their broken souls scattered in the endless darkness were brought back to reality.
I left in a daze, the cold air hit my face, and the lazy sunshine in New York winter fell on the surface of my skin, bringing a hint of warmth. My chaotic and weightless thoughts finally returned to the ground. Only then did I realize By the time he was standing at the door of the Angelica Film Center.
Now, they finally understood what was going on with the audience in front of them.
On the steps in front of the Angelica Film Center, some spectators were scattered.
Some people are expressing their opinions enthusiastically and even turning into red-faced arguments. Some people are sitting quietly on the steps looking up at the sky from the gaps between the high-rise buildings in Manhattan. Some people are whispering to comfort their depressed and lost companions.
Although the reactions are different, you can see the different reactions of shock and injury on them.
Apparently, they really understood what Gus Van Sant was going for with this movie.
Lucas noticed that Anson's footsteps stopped and his eyes lingered on these young spectators. The confusion and sadness in their eyes were struggling.
"Anson..." Lucas called softly.
Anson twitched his lips, "I'm just thinking, what can we do? Heal these wounds and solve those problems?"
"People expect superheroes to appear in real life, just like in Hollywood movies, falling from the sky and solving problems easily."
"However, we all know that we will never be able to wait."
Lucas thought about it seriously, "Continue to create, continue to speak out, and continue to shoot such meaningful works. Anson, you are on the right path."
Anson glanced at Lucas, "Really?"
Lucas looked directly into Anson's eyes and nodded seriously, "Yeah."
Anson smiled, "Luka, although I know you are comforting me, I need this kind of comfort, at least let me know that I am doing something."
Lucas gently raised his chin, "At least, you made me think. You know, capitalists like me generally don't think outside of profit."
"Haha." Anson was immediately amused and glanced at Lucas again. That serious look made Anson unable to stop smiling.
Standing there, Anson looked around, "Luca, sit here with me?"
Lucas looked at the stairs in front of him with disgust, but Anson had already taken the lead and sat down. Lucas sighed softly and followed suit.
Unexpectedly, Anson opened the guitar case, took out the guitar from inside, put it on his knees, and swept his fingertips over the strings casually and freely.
The notes, jumping at the fingertips, are slightly complicated, slightly chaotic, and slightly anxious, reflecting Anson's state of mind, and then slowly, slowly condensed, like gurgling water, and evolved into a cold and tenacious force. , flowing between the guitar strings.
(End of chapter)