Chapter 444 Full Fermentation
Everything is brand new and unfamiliar.
In the past three weeks, Anson's life has been rolled up into a ball and stuffed into the dryer, and then the high-speed drying button was pressed-
Hotel. car.
Two points and one line, his footsteps have spread to every corner of the North American continent, constantly traveling to different cities to promote, bumpy day and night.
Either in a hotel or a car, or in a movie theater, studio, recording studio, or meet and greet venue. They are all square boxes and closed spaces. Occasionally, you can peek out of the car window and see the rapidly retreating street, but there is no time to take a closer look. After taking a closer look, he fell asleep.
City?
Not to mention playing and browsing, there is no time to even look at it.
Anyway, different indoor scenes are constantly switching every day. There seems to be no obvious difference whether it is in New Orleans or Denver, whether in Little Rock or Mexico City.
Even the interviews, conversations, and audience interactions are all very similar. The same topics, the same interactions, and the same templates are copied and pasted all the time. No matter how much passion there is, it is worn away in the long repetition. .
The only good thing is that in 2002, the concept of "world premiere" already existed but has not become popular yet. Therefore, the promotion was temporarily limited to the North American continent and did not fly across the oceans and continents all over the world. It was long and boring. The publicity seemed tolerable.
In his previous life, Anson read an interview with three-time Oscar winner Daniel Day-Lewis. He said:
Promotion is much more tiring than filming a movie; and the academy’s public relations during awards season It’s even more exhausting.
At that time, Anson didn't understand it; but now, Anson finally understands a little bit. Behind the glamorous prosperity and noise of the movie, it is obviously not that simple.
Propaganda is not only tiring, but also an all-round crushing.
Day after day, over and over again, slowly breaking one's perception of time and space, sucking the soul into it like a hurricane.
At the beginning, there were still some doubts in my brain:
Who am I, where am I and what am I doing?
Every time you go to a new place, you can see the differences among the many similarities. It is like a "spot the difference" game, which stimulates the brain's thinking, question marks begin to grow, and the brain seems to still have energy to function.
But slowly, slowly, these questions seem to have no meaning. The order of time and space is completely disrupted, making people unable to keep up with the rhythm. Endless question marks fill their heads, and there are If you don’t have time to think about this, you might as well close your eyes and sleep for five more minutes.
Then, confusion and confusion were replaced and became a matter of course.
Now, Anson finally understands why actors and directors often look tired, numb, and completely unenergized when promoting movies——
Little by little Consume slowly, comparable to a marathon.
But what’s wrong with movie fans and audiences?
They just want to get in close contact with the actors. Those same repetitive topics are all new to them, especially now that the Internet is still not that developed, the speed and scope of information dissemination are obvious. Not enough, even more so.
In order to prevent himself from becoming that kind of "insensitive and emotionless publicity repeater", Anson often competes for the host's job at publicity sites and chats with the audience——
Sometimes he talks about superheroes, sometimes he chats Comics, sometimes talking about music or other hobbies, and sometimes playing some interactive games with the audience.
The hosts were all exhausted and sweating profusely, but Anson and the audience were having a great time, and James Franco and Kristen Dunst also joined in the fun without fear of chaos. The three young men themselves had a great time making trouble.
This has also become an interesting thing that people talked about during the promotion period of "Spider-Man".
Every time a promotional event ends, the news media can’t wait to report it for a while. Some newspapers even find a new way to send a team to follow the promotion of "Spider-Man" and spread the interesting news about the promotion event as soon as possible.
Twenty years later, on social networking platforms, such "simultaneous live broadcasts" were common; but in 2002, this was an unprecedented new thing.
However, for Anson, without the seamless connection of smartphones, he has no way of understanding the momentum of publicity and the intensity of discussions. He rushes on the bridges between cities every day and cannot feel the traffic at all— —No sense of reality at all.
Even though Edgar and the "Spider-Man Go" publicity team told them from time to time that everything was on track and the publicity effect far exceeded expectations, Anson and the others still had no way of judging. Invisible and intangible.
There were rumors that "the whole fermentation exploded" and "the whole of North America fell into a sensation", but they were just rumors. They were still trapped in the vast journey of chaos in time and space, as if they were thrown into a black hole.
Anson was exhausted, really exhausted.
An overdraft.
It is normal to sleep two hours and three hours a day, so much so that Anson has developed the ability to sleep in the back seat of a car. James and Kristen are also the same. They don't look like movie stars. , more like a wandering gypsy, always wandering and running.
Even if you have mastered the unique skill of falling asleep anytime and anywhere, you still don't have enough sleep. If you don't notice it at any time or in any gap, you may be half asleep and half awake, and completely lose the ability to judge your own position and situation——
Buzz.
Buzz buzz.
The phone has been vibrating, and my ears have caught the trivial sounds, and they immediately became sensitive, and subconsciously replied, "I'm up, I'm awake."
But in fact , eyes are still tightly closed, one more second of sleep is a second, even one second is precious.
Finally, the shaking stopped.
Anson woke up instead, and his first subconscious reaction was that the vehicle had stopped, which also meant that he needed to get out of the car and move, sitting up straight as soon as he could.
He opened his eyes a little and looked around, trying to determine his position. Before he could turn his brain, his phone vibrated again, catching Anson's attention immediately.
This time, Anson finally realized what was going on, grabbed his cell phone from the bedside table, curled up into a ball, and buried himself in the quilt again.
"Hello, this is Anson."
The voice, hoarse and dark, with the sleepiness of not waking up, greeted lazily.
The other end of the phone was busy.
"...the sooner the better for the flight to Los Angeles, right, right away, right away!" It looked like he was talking to someone. After a moment of delay, he realized that the call was connected, and asked eagerly, "Anson? Anson! Jesus Christ, are you okay?"
Anson: Buzz, buzz, buzz.
A buzzing sound echoed in my head, like an echo.
"I'm fine. I'll go out right away, give me some time...to wash up...just for a while..."
Nonsense.
Anson didn't know what he was talking about. He sat up in a daze, but sat cross-legged on the bed motionless with a bird's nest on his head.
The other end of the phone couldn't help but hold his breath, "Anson, are you okay? Are you sure you're okay?"
(End of this chapter)