1177 Love has no choice
The LeVine in front of him was exhausted physically and mentally. The deep fatigue was conveyed through his clear eyes. Even his slightly frowned eyebrows were so heavy that he could hardly breathe, as if he could clearly feel the weight of gravity. Pressing firmly on that straight shoulder, it outlines a touch of sadness of vicissitudes of life.
There were mixed flavors on Jane's tongue, a trace of anger, a trace of unwillingness, and a trace of absurdity. She thought her understanding was wrong, so she couldn't help raising her last voice and asked, "Are you tired?" After she said it, she was shocked by herself. , that careful and soft tone revealed a little trembling, like the trembling at the tip of the heart..
There was a trace of bitterness at the corner of Lewin's mouth. Even the self-deprecating smile could not rise. He lowered his eyelids. The thick and slender eyelashes cast a shadow, covering the cyan shadow around the eye circles. He felt deeply helpless and discouraged. Still quietly overflowing, "Yes, I'm so damn tired.”
The feeble voice is like a child worried about scaring a butterfly, approaching lightly, but the clumsy movements are still tense, contradictory and harmonious, outlining a deeper level of abandonment and helplessness..
“I thought I just needed a good night's sleep, but...but it might not be enough." LeVine's eyes stared blankly at Jane's abdomen, unconscious movements, the focus was not aligned at all, and he said softly, The thoughts in his mind suddenly surged together, chaotic and disorderly, but he no longer cared at this time..
He is really tired.
It was not just the exhaustion of traveling long distances and wandering around, but the exhaustion from the depths of his soul. After persisting all the way and running all the way, he was finally tired like Mickey. Once, a night of deep sleep could recover. , faced life again, and created music again; but this time it didn’t work, he could no longer continue to move forward..
Raising his eyes again, Levien looked at Jane for a long time. His eyes outlined the face of the woman in front of him bit by bit, and finally fell on the watery eyes, looking at Levien carefully. En's calm eyes seemed to have no change or make any sound, but they had already told all the stories..
This was the only time that LeVine revealed his thoughts in front of Jane. After his deep and hot love reached its peak, it began to become fragile and sad..
Just, fleetingly.
Jane had no time to catch it, let alone go into it, and then LeVine returned to his calmness again, his unchanging calmness, as if nothing had happened. This made Jane stunned for a moment, and her eyes flashed. slight vibration.
However, before Jane could speak, Lewin continued to say, "But thank you, thank you for trying." There was a faint sob deep in the throat, but it was covered up well, and his eyes gradually became Getting deeper, he said, "I love you.”
Jane is a little embarrassed.
He avoided looking away reflexively, but then turned his head again and looked at LeVine in front of him..
She was almost deceived. This was not the LeVine she knew, nor was she the LeVine she had ever been excited about. This was a complete loser. He did not adapt to the mainstream and open up the market like Jim did. Ending your life in agony like Mickey did is just... giving up..
This kind of LeVine is too strange and too decadent.
She doesn't like LeVine like this, she even hates it.
In the past, LeVine was impossible to like, but also impossible to hate. His talent, his talent, his artistic atmosphere, his romantic temperament, his aloofness, it seemed that only by completely hating him could one truly He wanted to avoid falling in love with him, so LeVine showed mercy everywhere in Greenwich Village. Almost no one could refuse him, even if there was always hatred behind his back..
But now LeVine is extremely disgusting.
“Please." Jane rolled her eyes and showed a ridiculous smile, as if she had seen through LeVine's prank plan..
LeVine didn't speak, just looked at Jane quietly.
All the youthfulness in those eyes was restrained, but they revealed a tragic determination and bitter helplessness, which penetrated all the armor and masks and projected deeply into the depths of Jane's eyes, calmly. But the mountain is roaring and the tsunami is roaring. The desolation, powerlessness, sigh and sadness have turned into a smile after relief. There is no need to argue, but it is already calm..
A look is worth a thousand words. Time stopped again in an instant, and spread like smoke..
“Card！”
Joel Coen's voice came over, breaking the mirror of the drama, and everyone woke up and returned to reality..
There is a bitter and depressing atmosphere in the narrow apartment, as if you have just ended an extremely long journey. You are scarred, exhausted physically and mentally, and all your thoughts are lost. The only thought in your mind is to bury your head in the quilt, and the sky is dark. Fall into deep sleep, sleep like this for a long time.
It's not sadness or pain, but it makes people breathless.
This is LeVine’s story, but no one really knows what LeVine has gone through; this is LeVine’s life, but no one really knows how LeVine got here. But all of this It is no longer important, even the hardships and difficulties of chasing dreams are no longer important, the only important thing is life.
The pressure of reality is everywhere, crushing LeVine's pride bit by bit, polishing LeVine's edges bit by bit, and then the radiant and talented folk singer is like this bit by bit. The earth was annihilated in the torrent of the times, and finally became an inactive part of the vast sea of people..
In a daze, people are reminded of Vincent Van Gogh, the genius who struggled all his life and finally died in depression and struggle. During his lifetime, he could not sell even a single painting. Hungry, cold, and homeless; after his death, his creations influenced a whole century of artistic works..
“In the story "The Moon and Sixpence", Strickland gave up his seemingly enviable job just to paint..
He didn't have any painting foundation, he just loved painting. In the eyes of outsiders, he was completely crazy, and no one could understand his choice. But he finally found himself, and all the dawn of life bloomed in the midst of madness. In the end, he died like a vagabond in a remote mountainous area..
Now, so is Le'Veon Davis.
Under the pressure of the world, he completely lost his way, gave up persistence, gave up on himself, and separated from his pride and personality. The LeVine David who sang "Hang me, oh, hang me" loudly. Si is dying.
All of this is so cruel, so cold, so terrifying. It is indescribable but lingering and suffocating..
Everyone can find their own reflection in LeVine. For the sake of life, what did we compromise and what did we give up? In the end, we still lost our truest self. Who am I, where do I come from, and where will I go? Where to go? This is a question that I have spent my whole life thinking about. LeVine once had the answer, but now he is confused again..
A performance, but it shows a life.
One look reveals a world.
One character, but alluding to everyone.
The entire apartment was filled with a faint melancholy, surging gently..
As a result, the staff began to move unconsciously one by one, but they were just spinning around in place, and then found something to do, making trivial noises, diverting their attention, and returning their emotions from the drama to reality bit by bit. , feel the reality of reality down to earth.
But the commotion only lasted for a moment, and then gradually quieted down. Everyone was thoughtfully immersed in their own thoughts, carefully recalling the memory fragments of the past. Everyone has their own story, refracted LeVine shows a different look.
“Very good, the scene just now was excellent. There are no problems! Let's pack up the tools and move to the next shooting location." Joel's voice rang out at an inappropriate time, breaking the silence in the air, but then Joel realized that magic seemed to be cast in the apartment. No one moves, no one responds.
The Coen Brothers have never been great at interpreting performances.
Joel can feel the power of the performance, just like the previous performance video of Pioneer Village, but for the director, what he needs is more of an emotion. As long as the emotion is in place, this is enough. As for further exploring the performance The deep meaning hidden in the film and the support between performance and plot are not his strengths..
Rather than focusing on the actors' performances, the Coen brothers are better at constructing the entire scene.
Therefore, at this time, Joel could feel that Renly's performance was good, but it lacked some touches. He was impatient again, looked around, and shouted anxiously:：
“It took six takes to shoot this scene. We have spent the whole morning here. Now we have finally found the perfect performance and can call it a day. Isn't there anyone who can respond? Or do you think you don’t care at all about the finishing time?？”
This time, the magic is finally lifted.
The staff began to move, and the sound started again, but it still seemed a bit dull. It didn't feel like finishing one part of the work and heading to the next part of the work, but more like packing up and heading into the distance. A mixture of anticipation and anxiety, apprehension and excitement. It’s hard to describe in a simple word.
Joel took a long breath, turned around and looked at Ethan, and asked with confusion on his face, "What the hell is going on?？”
Ethan's understanding was more delicate and vivid. He could vaguely understand the profound meaning of the performance just now. It was not specific enough, but shocking enough. It was amazing..
Ethan had long been used to Joel's hindsight and didn't mind at all. He waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Maybe it's because it's too cold outside and no one wants to go out, so the movements are still a little slow. Some.”
Joel thought about it carefully and agreed deeply.
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