The Greatest Showman

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Sitting in the chair in the auditorium, Marc Lacante kept twisting his body, and the excitement and excitement revealed all over his body made him unable to calm down at all.

Katarina Koffler on the right had to slap Mark's arm hard, lowered her voice, and squeezed word by word between her teeth, "Mark, you should be quiet, otherwise, If it affects other audiences, we are going to be thrown out." The unique tough tones and pronunciation of German, which are suffocated between the lips and teeth, become more and more threatening.

Mark didn't realize it, he moved his sitting position again, his eyes brightly looked at Katarina, full of excitement, "Isn't all this amazing? We're about to watch a Renly-Hall movie, and We just met up with Renly Hall and last night we had a face-to-face conversation with Renly Hall!"

In a few simple words, Katarina is also enthusiastic, but she still retains a little sense, "Yes, yes, I know. But a movie is a movie, and an actor is an actor. We still have to make an objective judgment on the movie. ." Recalling her irrational performance on the red carpet just now, Katarina's cheeks were slightly hot.

Fortunately, Mark and Katarina are not the only "exciters". In the entire theater, there is a humming of agitation and excitement, bred with powerful energy, and it seems that they may explode at any time. ; Gradually, the overhead lights began to dim, the commotion in the ears began to calm down at the same time, and the screening was about to begin.

Before Mark could calm down, a close-up of Renly's face appeared on the big screen—just a five-second producer title, no movie title, no cast list, or even any warning, and the movie cut in. theme.

The excitement in his chest surged up like a torrent, so excited that he almost stood up and screamed, but the next second, Mark's eyes were fixed on the big screen.

Messy and unruly hair, a scruffy face, ginger yellow lights falling down the drooping eyelashes, the light in his eyes is looming, his face is expressionless, he seems to have fallen into contemplation, but the confusion and exhaustion between his brows But it swept away like smoke.

The entire shot was almost against Renly's face, and every detail on that cheek was magnified to the extreme, clearly visible. No language is needed, the performance has already begun, just a shot, the emotion spreads slowly.

The right hand holding the pencil, supporting the temple, slender fingers gently rubbing the tail of the eyebrows and forehead, the fingertips, the tip of the pen, and the projection of the palm mottled on the cheeks, outlining the handsome and elegant face with a trace of vicissitudes.

The eyelids are raised, the dark brown eyes are clearly visible, and the light in the pupils can even be seen flowing slowly, indifferent, alienated, and calm. "Don't let other people in." He said this, his deep voice was hoarse, and a hint of fatigue dragged down deeply, "I am more inclined to let these people finish this thing now. Everyone spreads out. , can you? Don't crowd here. Thank you."

A voice next to him sounded, "We can also... let the other people at the door leave."

"Lock the door," he replied, his eyes paused for a moment, as if he was staring at the door, slightly absent-minded, the focus blurred a little, but he quickly recovered, "It's fine to lock. Thank you. ” Then, he lowered his eyes again, his eyes were frozen for a moment, he thought for a moment, the focus moved down, and fell on his hands or knees again - in the close-up, only his cheeks, everything else. can not see.

One raised his eyes, one lowered his eyes, two lines, and one raised his hand. There is no superfluous expression, and there is even some suspicion of facial paralysis, but when the eyes are flowing, a touch of sadness penetrates the layer of indifference and calmness and seeps out. Then... the piano music began to cut in, and the sad, cold, gentle, and surging musical symbols vented down.

Mark was stunned like this, his body still maintaining a strange posture, but the restless and chaotic emotions calmed down quietly, and slowly sat back in the chair, the whole person's thoughts entered the world like this, that hidden in the big world. The world behind the screen, built by Renly.

A chalk drawing appeared on the big screen, a big tree in the sky, and then all the leaves withered, turning into a book, and the leaves turned into a line of words on the page, "I have never felt so deeply, with Souls are so far apart, and my existence is so real - Albert Camus."

This is Europe, a Europe that is familiar with philosophy, loves literature, and is familiar with history. From elementary school to the end of university, philosophy courses are an essential part of them. Therefore, every audience present immediately understood the meaning of this sentence and the hidden meaning behind this sentence. The origin of the name of the film "Transcendence" has surfaced.

teacher.

At the beginning of the film, six teachers were interviewed in a documentary format to tell their stories of becoming teachers, and then the camera switched to Renly again. As if Renly was a real teacher too.

"Most of the teachers here used to believe that they can make a difference." Renly's expression was very calm, his eyes were very calm, and the rhythm of his speech was a little slow, as if he was organizing language, but the slow and distant voice However, a touch of heaviness was dragged in the air, no need for extra decoration and embellishment, and the weight of emotions and thoughts fell on the hearts of every audience.

"I know how important it is to guide and help others understand the complexities of the world." Renly paused for a moment, then the focus began to drift away again, into himself

In his thoughts, "When I was growing up, I didn't really have those." He paused for a moment again, didn't say anything, just closed his jaw gently, the light in his eyes dimmed little by little.

Sad, bitter, confused, confused, sensitive. There seems to be no expression, but all the emotions are exhausted. That's how the movie started.

Just a beginning, Mark fell in love with this work.

This is a school that has fallen to the bottom of the valley. The grades have not improved, the students are gradually degenerating, the educators are beginning to shirk their responsibilities, and the atmosphere of corruption is spreading. It is like a ruin, with a pile of abandoned garbage collected. Hope, there is no sunshine.

Henry Barth, the protagonist of the story, came to this school as a temporary substitute teacher. Dressed in a suit and walking calmly, Henry walked into the classroom and started his first class.

"Good morning." Henry put the briefcase and coffee on the table, looked at the students who responded sparsely with greetings, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, but there was no smile, "I'm Mr. Bart. Many of you don't know, Is this the eleventh grade English class?" Henry stood in front of the podium and said calmly, "Listen, I only have one rule, just one."

"If you don't want to stay here, don't come." Henry's voice just fell, and a Latino-looking boy couldn't wait to say, "Dude, what do you mean?"

"It's not 'buddy,' it's Mr. Bart," Henry corrected, then turned and wrote his last name on the blackboard. "The 's' is silent."

The lad shouted, "You he/mom/is a bitch."

"Marcus, shut up!" shouted a chubby girl sitting at the back.

"No, you shut up!" Marcus turned around and scolded fiercely, "Damn fat woman." Then the whole classroom burst into laughter.

Henry turned around and walked to Marcus' side, smiling, "Hey, Marcus, guess what? You can leave now."

Marcus showed a smug smile, "You mean now?"

"Yes, now." Henry moved the table directly, indicating the direction to the door.

Marcus and his friends high-fived to celebrate, stood up without hesitation, walked to the gate, looked at Henry who opened the gate, "Why, you want me to go to the principal's office?"

Henry closed the door directly and pushed Marcus out, "I don't care." Then he saw Marcus standing at the door of the classroom with a bewildered face. For unknown reasons, the classroom burst into laughter again. Henry walked back again, "Everyone took out a piece of paper, I want to see how everyone's writing skills are."

"What if there is no paper?" shouted a black guy in a hood.

Henry ignored it and continued, "The situation is as follows, you are dead. Briefly record..."

"Hey, bastard! I'm asking you a question!" The black guy was furious and interrupted Henry's words fiercely.

Henry ignored the guy at all, and continued, "What will your family or friends say about you at the funeral. How? You have thirty minutes."

Some students started to coax "dog/shit", some students started to laugh, and the black guy stood up like a zombie, looked fiercely towards the podium, confronted Henry, "I'm asking you a question. , isn't it?" Then he silently picked up Henry's briefcase and slammed it towards the door of the classroom with a mighty look.

Not only was Henry not angry, but he also twitched the corners of his mouth with a slight smile, "Is there anything else?"

"You bitch/bitch better get fucked before I slap you!" the black kid said savagely.

However, Henry didn't react violently, he just looked at the other side calmly and carefully scrutinized the young and young face, which made the black guy feel a little uncomfortable, and avoided his eyes before realizing it, which made Henry The smile on the corners of his mouth rose.

"That bag doesn't have any feeling, it's empty; I don't have any special feeling either, you can't hurt me, okay?" Henry's words were slow and slow, always smooth, with a hoarse graininess, It feels calming, "I know you're angry, and I used to be the same. I get it, but there's no reason for you to be mad at me, because I'm one of the few people trying to give you a chance. Now, I need you to sit down, Then do your best to finish the composition. I'll give you a piece of paper, how about that?"

The young man wriggled his mouth, but did not speak. Henry opened the folder, tore a piece of paper, and handed it over. The young man took it and his tone gradually calmed down, "Can you give me a pen from his/mother?"

Henry didn't speak, there was always that shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were calm.

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