Chapter 373 Breaking Barriers
Frank Abagnale Jr. was only sixteen years old when he committed his first crime and was only twenty-one when he was arrested by the FBI.
So, how did he embark on the road of crime step by step?
In the autobiography, Frank did not point it out clearly, but just recounted his own story; while Steven keenly captured the influence from his family under those words, and in Abane The connection point was found between you and your son——
Facts, is this really the case?
unimportant.
After all, the film director is not a psychiatrist, and the film is not made to analyze criminal psychology; what is really important is that Steven finds an entry point, and this entry point can peek into the director's own heart and allow the audience to Find resonance and feel the emotional core of the movie.
When Frank Jr. was fifteen years old, his father Frank Abagnale Sr.'s business suffered a heavy blow and he was desperate.
Old Frank tried to ask the bank for help, and used some "cunning" methods of businessmen to try to open the way through sweet words and small favors.
Unfortunately, all failed.
His career went bankrupt, his marriage broke up, and Old Frank lost everything like a bereaved dog.
Although Old Frank failed, all these tricks fell into the eyes of Little Frank. He worshiped his father, admired his father and believed in his father wholeheartedly. His father’s positive image was a seed buried in Little Frank’s heart. It took root after the business failed and his parents' marriage broke up.
For a long time, his father has been trying to save the marriage, but he has been unable to change the reality. Therefore, all Frank's subsequent actions all originated from this:
He is eager to complete his father's feats, eager to let his father He reunited with his mother and longed to regain the warmth of family; and after his father exposed his illusions, he longed to build a family of his own like never before, even taking risks to cling to any life-saving straw.
Everything comes from the father and returns to the family.
In a sense, Steven casts his own shadow on Frank Jr., but in real life, no one knows what the real Frank Jr. is like——
However, in reality, Frank Jr. After being arrested and serving five years in prison, he won the chance for parole because of his good behavior.
Due to his criminal record, Frank Jr. hit a wall in real life for a long time; it was not until later that the FBI agent who arrested Frank Jr. gave him another chance to solve crimes in the way of an FBI consultant. ; And the turning point of everything was that he met his wife, Kelly Abagnale.
After Frank Jr. and Kelly got married, they have not been separated to this day, and they have given birth to three children.
Frank Abagnale Jr. refused any form of interview from the film crew. Part of the reason was that he had completely separated from his past and no longer wanted his life to be disturbed.
Therefore, Steven's "re-creation" cannot be said to be 100% correct, but it cannot be said to be wrong either.
It is precisely because of this that Steven, who has never been good at shooting emotional scenes, has the rare opportunity to outline the most touching relationship in his career as a director in this film——
Even more than the "Dream House".
When Anson read the script after reading the autobiography, the feeling of déjà vu grabbed his heart bit by bit and slowly fell freely.
In his previous life, when he was twenty-five years old, his father’s business exploded. His life was swept into a storm overnight like a tsunami and completely overturned. He was confused, confused, angry, disappointed, and completely overturned. Fear, countless complex emotions intertwined and collided, making people breathless.
But in fact, everything has already been foreshadowed.
For a long time, his father tried his best to maintain the perfect image in his heart, which was proud, kind, stalwart, and authoritative, and outlined a blueprint for success for him; but when he grew up, he realized that perfection did not exist at all. , the more perfect it is, the more often it means everything is an illusion.
Many years ago, my father could no longer maintain such perfection, a perfect life, a perfect image, and a perfect marriage. So in his senior year of high school, his father and mother divorced, just like a gecko with its tail cut off. Escape far from his life, leaving behind a perfect profile and back.
Unfortunately, at that time, he was too young, still a child, immersed in the wantonness and publicity of youth. As long as he opened his arms, he could embrace the world, so he did not notice those strange things and had no time to take care of himself. In my life, the world just revolves around myself——
Until the moment of falling apart comes.
Therefore, when his father's victims came to the door, he could not refute or resist, he could only bear it silently. He could not even turn his back to them, lower his head, tie his hands, face the abuses, curses and attacks head-on, and put away all the bitterness and Bloody swallowed it all alone. At this time, Anson saw himself in Frank Abagnale Jr.
He once thought that those memories were too far away, and those wounds had long been healed and scabbed. Not only was it a lifetime ago, but even in the previous life, it was more than ten years ago. , he has no time to immerse himself in pain and remembrance, he must work, move forward, and keep fighting.
Even just stopping for a moment to breathe is a luxury.
However, I did not expect that those memories would be so vivid and real, that they would capture my heart again across time and space, and feel the endless pain again.
At least one thing is that little Frank is luckier than Anson. He can still see his father. He can still see his father in the chaos of the world falling apart; but Anson does not. He never sees his father again, so that his father is in his mind. The image evolved into a vague label.
Only outlines, no faces.
Anson also has difficulty telling what kind of emotion he feels towards his father, hatred? Complain? disgust? Miss you? worship?
Even the charm of my father when he once directed the country with high spirits has become blurred.
Involuntarily, Anson was stunned.
The memories of the past life were tied to the ankles and slowly sinking in the endless ocean, and the surging but indistinguishable emotions filled the entire brain.
Looking up, he saw a vast ocean surrounding him boundlessly. He was just floating on the calm sea, left and right, but had no direction.
Buzz.
There was a slight vibration above the eardrum, like the sound of wind, but it grabbed Anson's attention in the darkness and dragged him into reality.
He fumbled for his phone in a daze and put it to his ear, "Hello?"
"Anson?"
"Huh?"
"Anson? Are you okay?"
From far to near, that voice dispels the darkness, and the golden sunshine of Los Angeles Warmth fell on the surface of Anson's skin, and the temperature slowly returned to his blood vessels. His eyes became clear again. Although his brain was still buzzing, his body seemed to be able to feel the weight of gravity again.
Gudu, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Anson realized that his throat was extremely dry.
However, there was no response on the other end of the phone, and he couldn't help but become anxious.
"Jesus Christ, Anson, are you okay? Hey, Anson Wood, answer me."
The deep voice became uncontrollably irritable and anxious, causing the calm ocean to stir again. Ripples and a smile slowly crept up the corners of Anson's mouth, finally finding his voice.
"Luka, I'm fine."
(End of this chapter)