Chapter 922 Rookie Mistake
It’s too late.
This is the only thought in Anson's mind. He now needs to get to the Riviera Palace within five minutes, otherwise he will miss the last screening of "Splendid Life" in Cannes. He must sprint Just fine.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Running all the way, sprinting all the way, Anson could even feel his lungs burning, and his breath was stained with the smell of blood. Finally, he arrived at the buzzer, and before the lights went out, he quickly entered the field and found a seat to sit down.
Panting and sweating.
Now, I finally feel a little bit like a film festival. I am running from show to show, jumping from movie to movie. Lunch and dinner often only take three to five minutes, and I don’t have time to carry a sandwich with me. To eat, you can only put a piece of soda cracker in your mouth and slowly melt it -
At this time, chocolate and candies can come in handy.
Forget about the food, there is not even enough time to digest and understand the movie.
Slowly, slowly, his eyelids began to fight, and the technique of pinching his thighs was no longer effective. Darkness swarmed from all directions and surrounded him.
Snap.
There was a slap on the forehead, like a watermelon being slapped. Judging from the sound, it must have been cooked. Anson sat up straight and cheered up.
Half asleep, bleary-eyed, dizzy——
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
After a moment's delay, he realized that he had almost crushed the lady next door. Anson quickly lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.
"Sorry."
The lady nodded slightly in response, but did not speak to break the atmosphere of the movie. She continued to look at the big screen, immersed in the movie.
Anson breathed out gently, adjusted his sitting posture, patted his cheeks, trying to wake himself up and re-enter the world of the big screen——
However, this is not easy.
There is no need to repeat the madness and fatigue of the past seventy-two hours. Let’s just focus on today’s intensive schedule:
"Dogtown," three hours.
"Brilliant Life", six hours.
From morning to night, non-stop, no gaps, lunch is still in his backpack, and dinner is a hamburger quickly eaten in two minutes. After watching everything, Anson continues to rush to watch today's episode. Three parts.
"Fathers and Sons" is the one recommended by Nicholas.
However, this is a stream-of-consciousness movie with a strong artistic flavor. It focuses on an emotion in a gibbering and wandering way. A hazy and psychedelic, ambiguous and quiet atmosphere permeates the camera, and the plot is weak. , a strong atmosphere of expression that slows down time, very similar to a lullaby.
Now, Anson finally understands the joke among movie fans:
“Every year at the film festival, there are always one or two movies suitable for catching up on sleep.”
On the one hand, some Art films are indeed hypnotic, just like Olympic mathematics or quantum mechanics.
On the other hand, watching movies is also a test of both physical and mental strength. If you are too greedy and amateurs like Anson schedule too many movies, it will be in vain even if your brain cannot fit the most exciting movies. , and may end up sitting in a movie theater chair receiving insomnia treatment.
You can tell at a glance that Anson is a newbie at the film festival——
There is no strategy in arranging films. When I see a film on the schedule, I just stuff it into my list. I don’t consider the genre or the duration. I treat myself like a robot. I am full of enthusiasm and roll up my sleeves. This is often the case when talking on paper. Wrong, and it ended up being overloaded on the first day.
Then... there was no more, I fell asleep just looking at it.
Anson worked very hard, was positive and enthusiastic, and tried hard to cheer up, but in the end he still couldn't resist the affectionate call of the movie's stream of consciousness, and fell into a drowsy...sleep again.
Only until——
Cold. The air-conditioning in the screening room was too strong, and Anson was woken up by the cold. He woke up from his sleep, his arms and back were covered with goosebumps, and he looked at the big screen with sleepy eyes and a confused head. The movie was not over yet, but the magic was , the emotions conveyed in the picture can actually be connected, and it has no effect at all even after a good sleep.
It’s just that the left shoulder is slightly heavy.
After a full beat, Anson noticed the drooped head on his left shoulder. It seemed that he was not the only one in the audience who was hypnotized.
So, should he wake up the lady?
No more, who knows how many screenings that lady has gone through today, she is probably as tired as him.
Not long after, the movie ended, less than ninety minutes; but the screening was like a dream, but it felt like three hours.
One after another, the audience in the screening room stood up and prepared to leave. Trivial commotions stirred up in the cold air-conditioned wind.
Anson glanced at the lady on his left shoulder again, but there was still no movement; but, wait, this face...the distinctive outline of the facial features is very recognizable. Just now, his attention has been on the movie--he is hiding himself. He was in such a state of embarrassment that he didn't pay attention to the audience on both sides at all, but now it's different.
Ansen was stunned, not expecting to meet here.
After thinking about it, Anson did not stand up. He kept his posture and continued to sit where he was. Anyway, there were no other films scheduled tonight.
There is plenty of time, you can wait a little.
At this moment, the lady suddenly sat up straight, straightened her back, rubbed her eyes hurriedly, tried her best to stay calm, and continued to look at the big screen. A series of actions were performed smoothly, just like in a classroom. A good student who continued to pretend to listen carefully after dozing off in order to avoid being discovered by the teacher.
However, looking at the big black screen, she was stunned:
It’s over... the movie is over?
Subconsciously, looking around, she saw Anson's side face looking down at the official venue seriously, as if he didn't notice her drowsiness at all.
But——
She was also stunned. She didn't expect the face in front of her at all. She took a deep breath and said, "You have seen everything, right?"
Anson turned around and said, "Secret Exchanging secrets, we didn’t see anything, what do you think?”
After a pause, Anson raised his finger and pointed at the right corner of his mouth, “However, we’d better destroy the evidence to avoid exposing our feet in front of others. "
She was stunned and hurriedly wiped the saliva marks from the corners of her mouth. It took her a moment to react, her face stiff, "Actually, there is nothing on my face, right? "
"Appreciate the traces of the movie with your heart." Anson's face was serious and he nodded gently.
She raised her head and glanced at the ceiling, her face full of helplessness, but she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, "It seems that I should be able to get a high score. When I was studying, I never got a high score. , this is a good thing and deserves to be celebrated. Haha.”
That dry laughter has no joy at all, it’s very funny.
Anson simply turned sideways to face the other party, "There is no need to be so harsh on yourself. The film festival has been busy all day, you are tired from watching movies, you are not in the best condition, and it is normal to fall asleep. This is your day. Which movie? "
She took a deep breath and looked at Anson with a look of despair on her face and said nothing.
Anson was stunned for a moment and blinked, "Wait, could it be..."
She nodded, "This is my first movie today..."
There was still no time to say anything. After that, Scarlett Johansson covered her face with her hands in despair and let out a depressed wailing.
(End of this chapter)