The Greatest Showman

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"No, that's a bunch of garbage! It's just talking to himself, talking to himself..."

"You're not watching the movie seriously, those confessions are closely related to the plot..."

"No, you must have overinterpreted it. The whole movie is about getting into your own emotions and moaning."

"No problem? Are you sure we're watching the same show? That man, he watched his mother commit suicide at the age of seven, and then his grandfather completely ignored it and immersed himself in his own world, he was alone Growing up strong, trying to save those innocent and young souls, but unable to do anything. Don't you understand? Because he was not educated in this regard, because he was a mess himself, so he didn't know what to do? I'm afraid my mistakes will bring more harm."

"So he blamed himself, and then killed that female student?"

"Jesus Christ! What did you say? Killing that schoolgirl? You must be kidding me, are you joking? He's trying to help the schoolgirl, but there's nothing he can do!"

"Then he killed it. In my opinion, he could help her, but he refused."

"You mean, an underage girl throws her arms towards the teacher, so the teacher should open her heart?"

"Hey, hey, you all veered off the subject of the film and the discussion. The film is about education, it's about society, and what we're talking about right now is, does the film really talk about those topics..."

"Who said that! He has to explain why he killed the schoolgirl? Ridiculous! Ridiculous!"

"Or else? Are you going to say that society killed her? This is a Hollywood movie, not a French New Wave or Italian Modern Realism!"

...

Arguing endlessly, red-faced arguing can't stop at all, even standing on the street, they seem to want to roll up their sleeves and have a good fight.

In fact, Katarina Koffler had rolled up her sleeves, her heavy winter coat was straight open, and her rosy cheeks were even faintly sweating. She wasn't fighting alone, and there was a large group of people surrounded by around a dozen people. You talked to me, and the whole discussion was very lively.

Marc Lacante stood beside him, helpless. To be more precise, he wanted to join the discussion, but the speed at which you came and I was too fast, like a machine gun, he couldn't get in at all, let alone discouraged.

Kristin Shuttler and Chuck Smith, who were standing next to him, didn't care at all. Kristin would shout from time to time and join the discussion, "Don't you think Renly's performance is really too strong?" , "Renly is so handsome it makes my legs go limp", and so on.

His eyes were like a revolving lantern, and he quickly glanced at the lively crowd in front of him. Mark was angry and funny. He let out a long breath, trying to clear the turbid air in his chest.

There is a bustling street in front of the cinema, with skyscrapers and large-scale shopping malls on both sides. The shops on the street show the heritage of the city's leisure life, such as bookstores, coffee shops, flower shops and restaurants. Mark and his party came to the cinema again at noon today to watch "Transcendence" for the second time.

Yesterday's premiere had so much information and so much shock that they overlooked many details, the details of the performance, the details of the lines, and the details of the story. So, they have to watch it again today.

After watching the movie, they couldn't wait to start sharing their opinions. Unexpectedly, as they discussed and discussed, the group grew bigger and bigger. When I had time to find an open space and stood in front of the cinema, there was already a lot of noise.

Mark had no idea how things had come to this point, but what was even more surprising was that he actually discovered the protagonist they were discussing—

In the courtyard of the open-air coffee house about a dozen steps away, Renly was enjoying a cup of coffee leisurely. But from another perspective, this is a film festival, where actors and directors are everywhere, not to mention that Renly has always been the kind of actor who actively joins the ranks of fans.

It's not surprising to see Renly in front of the cinema.

No sunglasses, no hat, no cover, Luoluo sits generously on a chair, a cobalt blue polka-dot shirt, casual and messy curly hair, with a comfortable expression on his face, low-key and plain, but involuntarily attracted Looking around.

Sitting directly opposite Renly was Jake Gyllenhaal. The two were chatting comfortably, mainly Jake, while Renly was listening politely and carefully, adding a sentence or two from time to time. His expression was as bright and bright as the spring wind wrinkled the lake water.

"Let's ask Renly and find out!" Before his brain realized it, Mark blurted out, "Guys, guys!" The second was a shocking cry, "Renly, let's just ask and see. Renly, these arguments are settled!" With that, Mark took the lead and rushed over.

The others stood there, stunned, and looked in Mark's direction, and then they understood, and a group of people rushed over.

Fortunately, the coffee house was open-air. At this time, Renly was sitting in the garden outside. A dozen or twenty people swarmed up, surrounding the perimeter of the wooden fence.

to affect other customers. However, such a scene still makes people look over.

"Renly, do you think this movie is Henry's self-talk?"

"Of course he doesn't feel that way because it's his role. You should ask Tony Kaye!"

"But he is an actor, and he has the most say!"

...

The chattering arguments did not give in. The intense scene looked like a mortal feud. Renly and Jack exchanged glances, and both laughed. Jack raised his right hand and pressed it down, "You should at least give this gentleman a chance to speak. Otherwise, we will never know the answer."

The quarrel gradually subsided, Renly laughed lightly, and said to Jack, "Sure enough, experienced people are still different." A joke made Jack burst into laughter.

Then, Renly raised his head and looked at the frenzied faces in front of him. There were all kinds of people, including young people who were still young, homeless with stubborn beards, and middle-aged people in casual clothes. Men, and beautiful women in costumes...all ages and professions gathered together.

That's the power of the movie, and it's his honor at the same time.

"First of all, yes, I agree, the film focuses on Henry's self-talk. As a viewer, it's actually rude and unreasonable, forcibly throwing out a world of unknown strangers, and then watching him in pain Ups and downs, always spinning in place, can't find an exit. No, objectively, I don't like this movie. I can even say that I hate this movie. It's too egoistic."

Renly's answer made the crowd in front of him start to riot. The opponents raised their chins and looked at the other supporters triumphantly. Although they didn't speak, the meaning in their eyes couldn't be clearer.

The supporters immediately panicked, and Katarina couldn't wait to shout, "But those monologues are all tied to the plot."

"Yes," Renly said firmly. "But, I don't like it."

The crisp, straightforward answer silenced the crowd for a while, and Renly continued, "In the final analysis, this is Henry's monologue, this is Henry's story. As an audience, why should I listen to a desolate teacher? What about the inner monologue? I think Tony's being unreasonable at this point, shoving everything in. He has a right to do it, and I have a right not to like it."

This time, the opponents raised their hands high and cheered.

Renly shrugged, with a natural expression on his face, and then saw Jack's playful expression, "Are you serious?"

Renly didn't say a word, he just picked up his coffee and took a sip. He's not kidding, it's true.

From the audience's point of view, he prefers films that leave aftertaste and reflections. The director is responsible for telling the story, and then hides his thoughts in the camera and the story, leaving the audience to interpret; The monologue to explain the interpretation is not only too straightforward, but also too rude.

Katarina was immediately stunned, and Kristin, who was standing beside her, couldn't hold back, and asked loudly, "Well, don't you like this movie of yours?"

"Ha." Renly put down the coffee cup, "I won't say I like this movie, and I won't say I hate this movie." The crowd unanimously pointed their finger at Renly, causing Jack to chuckle while sitting next to him.

Renly didn't defend either. After everyone was quiet for a while, he said, "I'm an actor, and the movie is in the promotion period. What are you expecting me to say?" So frank, but people can't refute, so everyone's comments His expressions became weird, and he could not laugh or cry.

Renly went on to say, "Go back to the movies. Does Henry's self-talk make sense? Yes, of course, these lines are the result of serious thought from the writers, directors, and actors. The point is, Do the audience understand these monologues? Or, are the audience willing to understand?"

"As I said just now, these lines are linked with the plot, but also with the performance. The audience is willing to calm down, listen to these lines, then interpret the metaphors and hints behind them, and re-examine the story. Best of all. But you can hate the movie as much as you want if you don't want to. I don't think Tony would mind."

Renly always had a smile on his face, chatting and laughing like a spring breeze, expressing his position, but opening his mind, embracing all opinions, criticizing, praising, opposing, and supporting.

As a result, the opponents standing beside them immediately became dissatisfied, "In the final analysis, you are still promoting your own movie. After so much talk, you still like your own movie. Saying it means not saying it."

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