789 transcendent release
Sitting in the chair in the screening room, Mark Lacante continued to twist his body. The excitement and excitement all over his body made him unable to calm down at all..
Katarina Koffler on the right had to hit Mark's arm hard, lowered her voice, and squeezed the words out from between her teeth word by word, "Mark, you should calm down, otherwise, If it affects other viewers, we will be thrown out directly." The unique tough tone and pronunciation of German are stuck between the lips and teeth, becoming more and more threatening..
Mark didn't notice it. He moved his sitting posture again and looked at Katarina with bright eyes, full of excitement. "Isn't this magical? We are about to watch a Renly Hall movie, and We just met with Renly Hall, and we had a face-to-face chat with Renly Hall last night！”
A few simple words made Katarina excited, but she still retained a little bit of reason, "Yes, yes, I know. But movies are movies, and actors are actors. We still have to make objective judgments about the movie. ." Recalling her irrational performance on the red carpet just now, Katarina's cheeks felt slightly hot..
Fortunately, Mark and Catalina are not the only "exciters." The entire screening room is buzzing with restlessness and excitement, pregnant with powerful energy, and seems to be at risk of exploding at any time. ; Gradually, the lights above the head 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 had time to calm down, a close-up of Renly's face appeared on the big screen - just a five-second production title, with no movie title, no cast list, or even any warning, and the movie cut to topic.
The excitement in his chest surged up like a torrent, and he was so excited that he almost stood up and screamed, but the next second, Mark's eyes were fixed on the big screen..
He has messy and unruly hair and a scruffy beard. The ginger light shines down on his drooping eyelashes. The light in his eyes is looming. His face is expressionless and he seems to be deep in thought, but there is confusion and exhaustion between his eyebrows. But it spreads like smoke.
The entire lens is almost close to Renly's face, and every detail on that cheek is magnified to the extreme and clearly visible. No words are needed, the performance has already begun, and with just one shot, the emotion slowly spreads.
The right hand holding the pencil is supporting the temple, and the slender fingers are gently stroking the end of the eyebrows and forehead. The projections of the fingertips, pen tips, and palms are mottled on the cheeks, outlining the handsome and elegant face with a hint of vicissitudes..
The eyelids were raised, the dark brown eyes were clearly visible, and the light in the pupils could even be seen flowing slowly, indifferent, distant, and calm. "Don't let others in." He said this, with a trace of light in his deep voice. Hoarse, with a touch of exhaustion but a deep drag, "I am more inclined to let these people complete this thing. Everyone, please spread out, okay? Don't crowd here. Thank you..”
A voice next to him said, "We can also... let the other people at the door leave..”
“Lock the door." He replied, his eyes paused for a moment, as if staring at the door, slightly in a trance, the focus blurred a little bit, but he quickly came back to his senses, "Just lock it. Thank you." Then, he lowered his eyes again and froze his gaze for a moment. After thinking for a moment, the focus moved downwards and landed on his hands or knees again - in the close-up, only his cheeks and everything else were visible. less than.
One raised his eyes, one lowered his eyes, two lines, and one raised his hand. There was no unnecessary expression, and there was even a suspicion of facial paralysis, but as the eyes moved, a touch of sadness penetrated the layer of indifference and calmness and seeped out. Then... ...The piano music begins to cut in, and the melancholy, cold, gentle, and surging musical notes are released..
Mark was stunned like this, his body still maintaining a weird posture, but the restless and chaotic emotions quietly calmed down, and he slowly sat back in the chair. His whole mind just entered that world, the one hidden in the big world. Behind the screen, the world built by Renly.
A chalk drawing appeared on the big screen, a big tree in the sky, and then all the leaves withered and turned into a book. The leaves turned into a line of words on the page, "I have never felt so deeply, and... Souls are far apart, yet 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 indispensable part of them. Therefore, every audience present immediately understood this sentence The meaning of the words, and the hidden meaning behind this sentence. The origin of the name of the movie "Transcendence" has emerged..
teacher.
At the beginning of the movie, six teachers were interviewed in the form of a documentary, telling their stories of becoming teachers. Then, the camera switched to Renly again. It was as if Renly was also a real teacher..
“Most of the teachers here once firmly believed that they could make a difference." Renly's expression was very calm, his eyes were very calm, and his speaking rhythm was a little slow, as if he was organizing the words, but his slow and distant voice was A touch of heaviness is dragged into the air. No unnecessary modifications and embellishments are needed. The weight of emotions and thoughts falls on the hearts of every audience..
“I know how important it is to guide and help others understand the complex things in the world." Renly paused for a moment, and his focus began to wander again, falling into his own thoughts, "When I was growing up, I never really The earth has those." He paused for a moment again, without saying anything more, but gently retracted his chin, and the light in his eyes dimmed little by little..
Sadness, bitterness, confusion, confusion, sensitivity. There seems to be no expression, but all the emotions are expressed. The movie begins like this.
Just from the beginning, Mark fell in love with this work.
This is a school that has hit rock bottom. Its performance has never improved. Students are gradually deteriorating. Educators are beginning to shirk their responsibilities. Corruption is spreading. The place is like a ruins, with a pile of abandoned garbage collected and invisible. Hope, I can’t see the sun either.
Henry Bart, the protagonist of the story, came to this school as a temporary substitute teacher. Wearing a suit and leather tie, 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 sparsely responded to greetings, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, but did not smile, "I am Mr. Bart. Many of you don't know this. Is it an 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." As soon as Henry finished speaking, a Latino-looking boy couldn't wait to say, "Brother, what on earth do you mean?？”
“Not 'dude,' but Mr. Bart," Henry corrected, then turned around and wrote his last name on the blackboard, "The 'S' is silent..”
The young man shouted, "You're a sissy.”
“Marcus, shut up! "A chubby girl sitting at the back shouted.
“No, shut up! "Marcus turned around and scolded fiercely, "Damn fat bitch." Then the whole classroom burst into laughter..
Henry turned around and walked to Marcus with a smile on his face, "Hey, Marcus, guess what? You can leave now.".”
Marcus showed a proud smile, "You mean now？”
“Yes, now." Henry moved the table directly and pointed in the direction to the door..
Marcus and his friends high-fived and celebrated. He stood up without hesitation and walked to the door. He looked at Henry who opened the door and said, "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 confused look on his face. He didn't know why, and the classroom burst into laughter again. Henry left again. Come back, "Everyone takes out a piece of paper. I want to see how everyone's writing skills are.".”
“What if there is no paper? "A black guy wearing a turban shouted loudly..
Henry ignored it and continued, "The situation is as follows, you are dead. Record it briefly……”
“Hey, asshole! I'm asking you a question! "The black boy became furious and interrupted Henry's words fiercely..
Henry ignored the guy at all and continued, "How will your family or friends evaluate you at the funeral? How about that? You have thirty minutes..”
Some students started shouting "shit", some students started to laugh, but the black guy stood up, like a zombie, walked to the podium with fierce eyes, and confronted Henry, "I'm asking you a fucking question , isn’t it?” Then he silently picked up Henry’s briefcase and slammed it at the classroom door, looking arrogant..
Not only was Henry not angry, but he also twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a slight smile, "Is there anything else?？”
“You bitch better get out of here before I fuck you! "The black child said viciously.
However, Henry did not react violently. He just looked at the other person calmly and carefully looked at the young and green face. This made the black boy feel a little uncomfortable and avoided his eyes before he realized it. This made Henry The smile on the lips rises.
“That bag doesn't have any feeling, it's empty; I don't have any special feelings either, you can't hurt me, okay? " Henry's words were neither fast nor slow, always smooth, with a touch of hoarse graininess, which made people feel calm, "I know you are angry, I was the same before. I understand, but you have no reason to be angry with me, because I'm one of the few people trying to give you a chance. Now, I need you to sit down and do your best to complete the essay. I'll give you a piece of paper, how about？”
The young man squirmed, but did not speak after all. Henry opened the folder, tore off a piece of paper, and handed it over. The young man took it and his tone gradually calmed down, "Can you still give me one of his/mother's pens?"？”
Henry didn't speak, he always had that slight smile on his lips and his eyes were calm..
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