Chapter 13 The Truman World
“The day is coming to an end...”
“As he does every day...”
“Yi is going. His steps are many, Fill up other places..."
"You are gone, this place is becoming increasingly empty, it is the place, giving way to nothingness..."
"She's not here..."
Sorry, it's not that Anson doesn't speak human language, it's that James and Seth don't speak human language. Their abstruse and difficult lines are mixed with inexplicable Latin and French. As for Anson, he couldn't help but start to doubt life——
Does it mean that after traveling through time, the language pack still needs to be patched?
The problem is that Anson can understand every word, but when put together, it makes people dizzy, and they have no idea what the actors are performing; and there is no foreshadowing or explanation, and it starts with a bang. Smashed down, it made people dizzy.
On the stage, two actors stood in the left corner, both facing the same direction, assuming a cold and arrogant posture to talk. One person interrupted the other before he finished speaking, and the latter person continued Before he could finish speaking, the previous person interrupted again, as if he was performing acrobatics of throwing and catching a ball.
Then.
James is like a ghost, crossing the back of the stage silently, with an expressionless face and empty eyes. He is immersed in the world view of "A Chinese Ghost Story" and cannot extricate himself. He is on a different channel from the others.
This...
Anson lowered his head and glanced at the drama brochure -
"The Hole".
There is also a small print in the lower left corner, which you can’t even notice if you don’t look carefully:
Two hours and thirty minutes without intermission.
Anson thought it was because he was not artistic enough and could not understand the creative intentions of James and Seth. What about the promised shit comedy?
But I turned around and looked.
Chris had begun to nod and doze off, and his shiny smile fell from the corner of his mouth.
Judd took out two burgers and stuffed them into his mouth hungrily, fearing that others would notice him. After taking a bite, he hid the burgers in the shadow of the seat in front of him, closed his mouth and chewed slowly.
A producer placed his mobile phone between his knees and played the Snake game. He supported his chin with one hand and pretended to be concentrating on the performance, but his eyes were entirely on the mobile phone.
A reporter is studying the water stain pattern on the seat, as if it were a masterpiece left by Michelangelo.
As for the agent?
My fingers are dancing rapidly on the keyboard of my mobile phone. Even in the theater, I am busy and can't stop. I am dealing with text messages and emails every minute, but whether it is specifically related to tonight's drama or the work of other actors. I don’t know, but my thumb has never stopped being busy.
Is this really good?
What Anson doesn’t know is that performance art is also art, and it doesn’t matter even if you don’t understand it.
In Hollywood, not all casting directors believe in casting companies. They tend to trust their own intuition and inspiration more, so they will continue to watch movies, TV shows and dramas, and use their own eyes to find, Although a little clumsy, it always reveals real gems.
The same is true for some directors, Quentin-Tarantino, brothers Joel-Coen and Ethan-Coen, Noah Baumbach (Noah-Baumbach), etc. Plus, there are some big-name producers as well.
They often appear in cinemas, theaters, opera houses and other places, and are not limited to art types. Whether it is a popular box office champion or a niche experimental drama, they are willing to contribute with practical actions. Support, love your work from the bottom of your heart and enjoy it.
In the meantime, look forward to digging for gems.
It is precisely because of this that James and Seth’s experimental drama received support from their agents.
Who knows?
Perhaps some producer or casting director saw the show and saw potential in them and gave them a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?
Or is it to use this drama to create an image and reputation for pursuing art, spread it in Hollywood, and create a good impression on the producers?
Purr.
Chris leaned back, snoring slightly, and opened his mouth completely. Without warning, a muffled sound came from the direction of the stage, and he suddenly woke up. Chris quickly wiped his mouth, sat up straight, and hurriedly I opened my eyes and looked towards the stage, looking bleary-eyed and completely disoriented.
Forget about Chris, Anson, who was watching the whole thing, didn't understand what was going on - Seth was holding a guitar, sitting in front of the stage, and started playing and singing like a gluttonous Cupid, with the spotlight shining on him. Come down.
It seems that this is a very important scene, but why it is important, where it is important, and why it is presented in such a way, no one knows, and no one dares to ask .
but!
When the performance ended and the lights dimmed, applause erupted instantly.
Pah, pah, pah, pah.
This is the signal.
One second ago, I was busy with my own affairs, sending text messages on my mobile phone, reading newspapers, eating potato chips secretly, or sleeping secretly with my head propped up.
The next second, he suddenly woke up and stood up at lightning speed, looking towards the stage with a red face, and gave him warm applause.
Three or three, one after another.
Then, the entire theater audience stood up and applauded.
That look and gesture was as if he had just admired a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation.
Of course, Chris and Anson are no exception.
This was the first time for Anson to have such an occasion, but he only slowed down for half a beat, and then stood up unhurriedly, applauding and appreciating:
Looking at the pictures with masks on, they were full of emotion. The faces of the performers were filled with tears and full of praise. Their acting skills were in no way inferior to those of the actors on the stage.
This scene is much more exciting than tonight's drama.
Chris's sleepiness finally disappeared, and he noticed Anson's gaze. Looking around, his mind couldn't help but think of the conversation before departure. He looked back at Anson, and the two exchanged a tacit glance. Unable to hold it back, Chris almost burst into laughter on the spot.
Exhausting all his strength, Chris barely controlled himself.
However, the next second.
There was a figure directly in front of him. He raised his hands high, slapped them hard, and shouted loudly, "Masterpiece! Masterpiece!"
While shouting, he choked and hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes with his right hand. Tears and immediately continued applause.
The picture is close at hand, and the true feelings are staged.
Poof.
Chris was just a hair away from breaking through, and he quickly lowered his head, but his shoulders still shook uncontrollably.
Anson was no exception, but he controlled himself and watched the melon eating with the mood of enjoying the pantomime.
In my previous life, I had seen too many scenes of girls in the fan circle bursting into tears at the performance of a traffic boy; the scene in front of me was like a child's play.
Sure enough, entertainment is a circle. Separated by the Pacific Ocean, the essence of the entertainment industry in the two continents is the same.
At this moment, Anson’s peripheral vision noticed a figure diagonally ahead——
He looked around with an expression full of astonishment and doubt about life, his eyes were full of shock, and he could read the emotions in his eyes without using words:
Could it be that I am not watching the same drama as everyone else? Am I crazy, or is everyone crazy? What the hell is going on?
The expression was like that of Truman in "The Truman Show" who finally found himself living in a false world performed by all the members, which was particularly exciting.
It turns out that there were still normal people at the Hayworth Theater this afternoon.
(End of this chapter)