Chapter 668 Narrative Efficiency
In the screening room of the Chinese Theater, there was a slight commotion.
Just now, they were still talking about Anson's retro style in the 1960s. He had smooth short blond hair with cute bangs and a slightly reserved and shy smile. He seemed to be traveling through time and space from the 21st century. Go back a few decades.
In the blink of an eye, they saw the most embarrassing, worst and terrifying image of Anson since his first appearance on "Friends".
Anson, who has always been handsome and cheerful, always elegant and unrestrained, has a shaggy beard, sores on the corners of his mouth, and even no light can be found in his eyes. The whole person curled up into a ball and was abandoned in the In the corner, I tried my best to hug myself and try to keep warm, but I still couldn't feel the warmth. My weakly rising chest and lackluster eyes seemed to be able to feel the slightest chill seeping into my body.
Is this really Anson?
Obviously, he is definitely not on vacation here.
But.
Karl didn’t buy it, he was calm and business was business.
Karl took out a stack of documents and read the extradition regulations methodically, completely ignoring Frank's feeble plea for help.
"Help me."
Carl continued.
Frank was so out of breath that he couldn't even make a sound effectively. His coughs became weaker and weaker, and he weakly squeezed out of his throat to cry for help.
“Help me.”
Frank did not continue, he just quietly, dying, curled up into a ball with all his strength, his whole small body seemed to be about to disappear at any time, Use your eyes to send a distress signal to Frank.
Those eyes, even though they were embarrassed, even weak, even dim, quietly emitted a little light amidst the filth and chaos, like a deep blue ocean, faintly reflecting the chaos of the world.
Despair and pain.
Fragile and struggling.
It seems like it will fall apart at the slightest touch.
In an instant, the entire screening hall held its breath.
Finally, Carl paused, looked through the barbed wire, looked directly into Frank's eyes, and said calmly, "You don't think you can deceive me, do you?"
Even, Carl continued to taunt coldly. One sentence, "There are still sixteen pages left."
The people in the screening room couldn't believe their ears. Looking at Frank like this, and then at the cold-blooded Carl, one or two people easily changed their camps——< br>
Although Anson is a prisoner and Tom is a detective; although Tom is also a classic Hollywood good face, playing countless American hero images.
But at this moment, the audience still wavered and stood behind Frank involuntarily.
And, things continued to get worse.
Frank finally could no longer hold on and fainted on the spot.
In a rage, Carl was angry and annoyed, and immediately called for a doctor. They dragged the unconscious Frank to the medical room; however, the doctor was not hurried after arriving at the scene, which made Carl furious and faced him. The doctor is like a lion's roar. He came all the way to Marseille, and he definitely didn't come back with a corpse.
The doctor finally got interested and turned around, only to find that there was no one on the bed.
The camera shows Frank stumbling and stumbling away, triggering cheers, curses and boos from other criminals in the prison.
After all, Frank was exhausted and could not escape. In the end, his knees weakened and he simply lay on the ground in a large shape.
As soon as he looked up, he could see the calm Carl appearing above him, and Frank let out a long breath.
"Okay. Carl. Let's go home. Back to America."
Audience:? ? ?
It was only now that they realized that they had been deceived.
No wonder the prison is heavily sealed, no wonder Karl is so hard-hearted. It turns out that everything is for a reason.
After a slight delay, the information about the fake TV show at the beginning of the movie came back to my mind -
A liar. A super liar. A top liar with countless achievements.
This is Frank William Abagnale.
But!
The most amazing part is that even though he was so embarrassed, down and out, and useless, without the bonus of good looks, he still deceived the audience.
Even fooled FBI agent Carl. I don’t know how many times. In the screening room, while I couldn't help but cry or laugh, my curiosity was about to arouse again.
It must be said that Steven Spielberg has two brushes. An introduction in less than ten minutes firmly grasped the attention of the audience.
This is ability.
At this point, the movie narrative finally unfolds.
1963, New York, New Rochelle, Christmas Eve.
Frank Abbabel Sr. has a successful career and a happy family. Because of his personal contribution, he is on the wall of honor of a historic private club.
Young little Frank Ababell and his mother sat in the front row to witness this moment with their own eyes, with respect and admiration shining in their eyes.
After the party, little Frank and his mother danced beside the Christmas tree in the living room of their home. His father was telling the story of how he and his mother met and fell in love in Paris. It was so romantic that it was intoxicating, and the laughter continued to linger.
His mother accidentally spilled red wine on the white carpet. Little Frank rushed into the kitchen in a panic and came out with a glass of milk to clean up the wine stain, but he didn't want to see his father and mother continuing to dance lovingly——
Wine stains, not important at all.
Little Frank watched this scene quietly, with a child-like innocent and bright smile on his lips.
......
Little Frank, who was still young and immature and still overslept on school days, was woken up by his father early in the morning. He rubbed his eyes and was worried about being late for school, but he didn't expect it. Dad said there was no school today and they needed to go to a meeting.
However, traveling to a meeting requires a black suit.
It was still early and the suit store was not open. Although Old Frank stopped the clerk Darcy who was about to open the door, Darcy repeatedly stated that they would not open the door for thirty minutes.
Old Frank refused to give up.
"I am facing a difficulty now, I need to rent a suit for my child, this is my child Frank, he needs a black suit."
"Someone in my family died , my father..."
Little Frank glanced at his father: Funeral? Where's the funeral?
Old Frank’s words did not pause and were not affected.
"...Eighty-five years old, war hero, there's a funeral coming up in the afternoon, a military funeral, planes passing overhead, a twenty-one-gun salute."
"Frank needs to rent a It took a few hours to put on clothes."
Daxi was almost convinced, but she still looked embarrassed, "Sorry, we don't rent clothes, and we don't open the door."
With that said, Darcy was ready to close the door.
Old Frank called affectionately.
"Darcy."
"Darcy, please, please come back."
Darcy stopped and looked through the glass door with a helpless face. .
Old Frank was not frustrated, but showed a gentleman's smile.
"Darcy, is this yours?"
Old Frank's right hand went deep into the iron door, spread his palm and put it down. A golden necklace fell, which made Darcy tremble. Stunned, he walked out again.
"I just found it in the parking lot. It must have slipped from your neck."
A smile bloomed gently.
Then, everything in the camera——
A luxury car staggered to a stop on the side of the road. Old Frank’s voice came from the back seat, “Don’t hit the curb,” but the car still stumbled and stumbled. I got hit and finally adjusted.
Under the command of Old Frank, "Get out of the car now and come around from the back to open the door for me."
Little Frank appeared in front of him, wearing a tall black suit.
(End of this chapter)