Chapter 157 Top-heavy
In the morning, it was clear, and the summer sunshine still dragged long shadows under the California sky. There was no sign of autumn at all; but the golden halo falling lightly on the treetops was There is no longer the heat and restlessness of midsummer, and the air seems to be a little calmer, so I can't help but slow down.
Brad Renfro had just ended a crazy night. His whole body was floating in the air, and even his steps were fluttering like a hydrogen balloon.
The City of Angels is busy, and the city is showing unprecedented vitality, but he is going home, preparing to end today - or yesterday.
There is only one thought in his mind now, and that is to get into bed and sleep in darkness.
Fumbling around in confusion, he pushed open the door, only to find that it was pitch black inside. This made Brad slightly startled. He took a step back and went back outside. The morning sun was still bright. He took a step forward and entered the room, but there was no sunlight. There was no light, only a vague halo of light rotating in Gulu.
Well, what's going on?
My brain was so mushy that it couldn't move. Just when I was hesitating whether I had entered the hell through the wrong door, the halo gradually became brighter.
It turns out that it is light and shadow.
It was only then that Brad realized that someone had closed all the curtains and put down the projector to create a theater effect at home.
"Anson?"
After getting used to the light in the room, using the halo of the big screen to look at the silhouette of the figure curled up on the sofa, Brad called out with some uncertainty.
Then I saw clearly that Anson, a big man with long hands and long legs, huddled up pitifully and completely immersed in the movie, and I couldn't help but want to laugh.
Anson responded and looked back, "Hey, good morning."
Brad walked over slowly and slowly, his voice uncertain, "Is it morning now?"< br>
Anson chuckled, "I'm not sure. You're the one who just came back from outside. Shouldn't you be the one to tell me?"
Brad's footsteps stopped behind the sofa, not prepared. Stopping, "How do I know? The daytime in Los Angeles is the same. I can't tell the difference between eight o'clock and eight o'clock."
Anson nodded repeatedly, "Then correct me, good morning, good afternoon, and good evening."
The relaxed and humorous tone made Brad couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth. Originally, he wanted to go back to the room and lie down directly, and he could hardly open his eyes; but looking at Seeing the projection in front of me, I couldn't help but stop.
Maybe he just didn't have the strength to go back to his room.
"Kieslowski?" Brad asked.
Anson, "Hmm. 'Red'."
Polish director Krzysztof-Kieslowski's famous "Blue, White, and Red" "Blue" won the Golden Lion Award at the Venice Film Festival, "White" won the Best Director Award at the Berlin Film Festival, and "Red" was shortlisted for the main competition at the Cannes Film Festival and won the Oscar for Best Director and Best Foreign Language. The film was nominated for two awards.
There is no doubt that this is a very, very famous work.
It can be easily identified just from the image language and picture texture. Brad can see it immediately, but the situation in front of him is slightly different.
Anson wasn't rewatching the movie, but watching the same clip over and over again.
After Brad appeared on the stage, Anson had already watched it again. Brad was not sure whether his appearance disturbed Anson's viewing, so Anson chose to go back and watch it again, but soon Brad realized that Anson did it on purpose and actually went back for the third time.
What Anson is watching is the most famous scene in the movie, the scene where the heroine stands in front of the red curtain and blows bubble gum. Even if he has not watched the movie, he should have seen screenshots or pictures.
Over and over again.
Anson watched very carefully and immersedly, as if he was completely absorbed in the picture.
Brad and Brad also became attentive and stood there quietly admiring it. Due to sleepiness, they could hardly open their eyelids. The whole room was shrouded in a halo of light, like a dream, and they fell into a trance.
The whole look and feel is also different.
Obviously it is the same episode, but the feelings are each time very different. After all, Brad couldn't hold back, "What are you doing?"
Anson's eyes were still on the screen, "No, I just like her eyes and expression. But you can taste different emotions in the passing pictures, which is a feeling that words cannot describe. ”
Brad did not speak again, but became as fascinated as Anson. He sat down on the sofa unknowingly, completely relaxed his whole body, and fell into a dream in a world of blush and darkness.
Sometimes sad, sometimes happy.
Occasionally pure, occasionally complex.
As Anson said, this is indeed a subtle movie-watching experience. The world built by the movie exudes a strange and vivid charm, which has nothing to do with the plot, but only the picture. The relationship between yourself and the picture The link created between them seems to be able to touch the essence of a certain soul.
Brad was really sleepy, his eyelids were fighting, so much so that he couldn't tell the line between reality and fiction, but it wasn't a bad feeling.
He was a little top-heavy, and the thoughts in his mind broke free.
"Anson."
"Huh?"
"Tell me, can I still get a chance?"
"Of course."< br>
"You know what I mean, it's not just any performance opportunity, it's an opportunity to reopen the situation and truly become an excellent actor."
In the silence, Anson could taste the sadness and sadness in Brad's words. disturbed.
This is not difficult to understand.
Hayden joined the crew of "Star Wars Prequels", James got the opportunity to audition for "Spider-Man", Chris and Anson also opened up their own situations, but only Brad seemed to be standing still.
It’s not that Brad couldn’t get the role, but that he couldn’t see the opportunity for a breakthrough or the hope for the future. It seemed that everything was like this, and he just played some insignificant roles and some Independent productions that cannot enter theaters have been completely forgotten by the mainstream Hollywood market.
If Brad was already sixty years old and his career had entered a semi-retirement state, then it would be a pity, but there was nothing he could do about it; but Brad was not yet twenty years old and his life had just started, and it seemed that he had stopped moving forward.
No wonder Brad has been wandering around in a state of intoxication and confusion.
He had his chance, but he blew it, so is that the end?
Brad has always had his own struggles. He and Anson are different, but they are also trapped in the noise and nothingness of Vanity Fair. Only occasionally in the dead of night, he accidentally leaks his own secrets. Fragile.
Anson was able to capture the sadness Brad carefully revealed but concealed it anxiously.
He understands, completely.
Because in his previous life, he had experienced countless days and nights of tossing and turning. Even in his sleep, he did not dare to relax. He tightened his heartstrings tightly, fearing that showing any vulnerability would become a flaw and eventually evolve. The beginning of the collapse of his whole world.
Life, is there a right answer?
No.
Even though Anson has lived two lives, he still doesn't have the answers Brad needs.
Perhaps, the only thing Anson has is faith, which has always been the case until now.
Third update.
(End of this chapter)