Chapter 965: Falling into a dream
"...Dear passengers, the flight from Amsterdam to New York..."
In the airport, the announcement rang, pulling Carl Rivette out of his thoughts. Pulling it out, he hurriedly packed up his laptop and prepared to board the plane, but the thinking in his mind continued-
He was writing a movie review about "Pirates of the Caribbean".
However.
The brain should be thinking about "Pirates of the Caribbean", but my mind can't help but wake up the images of British director Peter Greenaway's works, and then the picture emerges, and I can't help but marvel.
Sure enough, movies and movies are different.
At the just-concluded Karlovy Vary International Film Festival, they held a retrospective exhibition for this director who dared to challenge the visual image style and take risks in organizing lens materials.
Compared with Category A international film festivals like Cannes, the Karlovy Vary International Film Festival held in a small Czech town is only Category B and inferior in all aspects; but Carl likes the Peter Green they held this year Neville retrospective.
This retrospective exhibition opened the door for Karl to get to know a director whose name he had heard but who had always lacked attention. The harvest at the Karlovy Vary International Film Festival was no less than that of Cannes, which once again made him He fell in love with movies, and the journey was worth it.
However, as a new generation of film bloggers, this new self-media that has just emerged in the online world has obvious disadvantages compared with traditional media; therefore, Karl is not qualified to be picky. As long as the organizer is willing to invite, as long as If he can reimburse his travel expenses, he will be on call and cooperate with the organizer as much as possible, hoping to win more job opportunities.
Whether it is Cannes or Karlovy Vary, it is a rare opportunity for Karl.
After finishing his work in Karlovy Vary, Carl is preparing to head to the North American continent -
First to Washington, where there is a film festival dedicated to screening documentaries; then to Nantucket, Massachusetts, There is a film festival there that focuses exclusively on screenwriters and narratives; and in Seattle, there is the longest film festival in North America, which lasts for three weeks.
Finally, he needs to wait and see if he can catch up with the Los Angeles International Film Festival. If not, he will go to Montreal, where there is a film festival focusing on fantasy, horror and science fiction genres.
The schedule is full.
However, this is still not all -
The film festival is a film festival, which mainly focuses on art films, independent films, classic restorations, special types of films, etc.; the same cannot be said for commercial films Falling behind, especially now that it is the summer season and all kinds of commercial blockbusters are on the scene, Karl must pay attention in time.
Of course, this can also be regarded as a break from the busy work schedule.
It’s not easy to watch art movies all day long. Occasionally watch popcorn that doesn’t need to be thought of, which Karl believes is helpful for mental health.
"Pirates of the Caribbean" is pretty good and worth watching.
Slightly unexpectedly, Johnny Depp's gloomy, weird, and evil gray tones actually gave this movie a distinctive touch of color. The originally ordinary pirate movie took on a new lease of life and made a difference. attraction.
Carl has a hunch that this summer's summer season may be slightly different due to the release of "Pirates of the Caribbean".
Involuntarily, Carl had a bold idea. What would happen if Anson starred in "Pirates of the Caribbean"?
It is not the role of Orlando Bloom, but the role of Johnny Depp. Although Anson is still too young, even if Anson joins, it is probably impossible because he will be offered the role of Orlando Bloom. It's Johnny Depp's character, but Carl can't help but think about it.
Karl always felt that Anson's rebellious and stubborn temperament was so complex that it was possible to dig deeper.
Board the plane, place your luggage and take your seat.
Karl was about to turn on his computer and continue his busy work. It took him two beats to realize that the Washington Film Festival had booked him in business class - a long-distance flight across the Atlantic where he could have a good night's sleep.
Despite this, Karl couldn't help but sigh that it was indeed a film festival organized by the American Film Institute, with deep pockets and extraordinarily generous spending.
Karl, who had long been accustomed to the cramped and cramped seats in economy class, looked left and right like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. He couldn't help but take a closer look, and even ordered a glass of champagne with great interest.
Who would have thought that business class would even have welcome wine?
If he hadn't been worried about work for a while, he might have started drinking alcohol like crazy now.
Sure enough, business class is different. There is welcome wine, seats that can lie flat to sleep, spacious space for legs to stretch out, specially customized meal menus, and more Rich and more professional in-flight entertainment system, you can also fly long distances with Anson Wood.
Wait.
Karl was stunned for a moment, his smile stayed at the corner of his mouth, and he blinked his eyes: Wait, Anson Wood?
What did he just see?
Is it dazzling?
Karl slowly and slowly turned his head to look to his left again, like a doll whose head rotates 360 degrees in "The Exorcist".
That man...he...wait...no way...but...this...
He was wearing a dark gray hat. At this time, he put the hat on to cover most of his face. You could vaguely see his naughty curly hair coming out lazily and messily; the dim light outside the cabin window fell, The tall nose is vaguely outlined, casting a small shadow.
Low-key and introverted, but still unable to hide the unique and shining temperament.
Karl’s brain stopped completely, and he stared blankly at the man in front of him, forgetting his heartbeat, breathing, and even his own sense of existence.
How did this happen?
So, is this his imagination? Just like a child's imaginary friend, he was just imagining Anson playing the captain in Pirates of the Caribbean, and then his imaginary picture was projected into real life, and Anson was actually sitting next to him?
Is this possible?
Karl held his breath and realized at this moment that his eyes were too hot, like a crazy man, which was not good.
Carl quickly shifted his gaze and looked around -
There was no agent, no assistant, no security, no entourage, nothing, just Anson alone.
Is this possible?
Karl was a little skeptical and uncontrollably began to doubt his own judgment.
Then, at the end of going around, his eyes shifted again and fell on that side face.
Only this time, Karl was worried that his eyes would be too strong, so he kept his eyes secretive and peeked out of the corner of his eye.
Is he an ordinary person who looks similar to Anson?
No, who can look like Anson!
Moreover, the more he looked, the more he looked like him, and the more he looked, the more he looked like a real person. Karl believed in his own judgment, and a burst of excitement and blood went directly to his head, and he grabbed his throat.
What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, it seems like it’s really Anson!
(End of this chapter)