The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1316 Uncovering the Veil
One wave, then another, then another.

It goes on and on, with no end.

Ripley couldn't control her excitement and leaping for joy. She used all her strength to suppress the urge to scream and quietly felt her blood boiling.

They did it.

From "Elephant" to "Eternal Love", independent films outside the awards season system have received incredible attention just because of Anson.

For this, Ripley is always grateful to Anson.

Who could have thought that such a thankless task that the entire Hollywood has never cared about would be accomplished by an actor who was labeled as a vase and was rejected and despised by the Academy?

So who is the vase? Who is the joke?
The steps, square, and streets in front of the Angelica Film Center were all filled with people. In addition to the 3,000 seats, there were crowds of people standing or sitting around. Add to that the crowded sounds coming from the high windows around, and the whole space felt overflowing with a sense of fullness.

It is informal, non-standard, slightly crowded and chaotic, but it invisibly restores the original appearance of movies: bringing people together to peek into the unknown through the world of light and shadow of film.

Just like "Cinema Paradiso".

buzzing.

The noise continued, the excitement and joy of whispering and talking continued to surge, and the roar of vehicles coming and going on the parallel avenues on both sides of the street, the whole world was noisy.

This is obviously not the right environment to show a movie, but... never mind.

Ripley took a deep breath and gestured in the direction of the projectionist.

Click, click, click, accompanied by a series of sounds, all the lights around dimmed, and office buildings and apartment buildings also cooperated to turn off the lights. Although the dim lights of Manhattan still supported the night, the darkness in front of them was enough to remind the audience that the show was about to begin.

The scene was not quiet, but became even noisier, with even whistles.

"Shh!"

Many people issued reminders and tried to get everyone to calm down, but obviously, this was not an easy task.

Directly in front, a high-hanging screen occupied the entire outer wall of the Angelica Film Center. The beam of light from the projector fell on it, catching everyone's attention.

That was Anson!
"Ahem, hey, good evening, I'm Anson Wood."

A smile, gently rising.

In an instant, the audience who were fighting, the audience who were absent-minded and couldn't calm down, the audience who were talking to each other because of excitement, and the audience who were trying to stop the noise, all quieted down and looked at the big screen. The unexpected surprise instantly caught their attention and their passion burst out.

ah! Ahhhh!
What a surprise, an absolute surprise, this was not mentioned at all in the previous promotion of the event, but Anson actually showed up and killed everyone by surprise.

There he was, wearing a green bow tie and a white shirt, looking at the camera with a bright smile, joining in the carnival.

In an instant, his heart exploded, and the wildly beating heart almost rushed out of his chest. Blair lost control and cheered wildly and madly.

Karen, who was standing by, was also startled by Blair, but the two exchanged glances and then both screamed, laughter surging in their chests.

I kept shouting until my ears started to hurt.

"Oh, thank you, thank you for letting me really feel the atmosphere of Manhattan at this moment. There is no doubt that this will be a wonderful night."

"To be honest, I'm a little jealous of you. After all, not just anyone can join this carnival."

Roar!
Karen raised her right hand high and took the lead in making a noise. The low roar at the door of the Angelica Film Center spread out, and the sound really echoed between the high-rise buildings in all directions. The energy could be deeply felt from the slight trembling of the window glass - carnival, indeed.

"At this moment, I'm in... I'm sorry, it doesn't matter where I am; what matters is that I'm not in Manhattan and can't attend the screening tonight."

"Oh. You are sighing, right? You are expressing your regret, right? Sorry, this is not a live broadcast. I can't see the situation on the spot. I can only pretend to see your reactions. Now everything is exposed."

Haha, hahaha.

Hilarious.

Karen didn't laugh. She looked at Blair with wide eyes and surprise: Isn't this a live broadcast?
Blair was so amused that he shook his head repeatedly.

"All in all, it's a shame that I wasn't there."

"But I really hope you enjoy your evening. So, now let's go into Charlie Kaufman's world, as John Malkovich goes into his own head."

Laughter, bursting out again——

"Being John Malkovich" is Charlie's famous work and also his most widely circulated movie so far.

Anson guided the audience silently with his little jokes, and the audience's attention shifted from him to Charlie.

Get ready for the movie.

The video clip ended and the movie began without a pause.

Seamlessly.

There was a moment of pause at the entrance of Angelica Film Center, apparently unaware of such a turn of events, but then cheers and whistles broke out.

Moreover, the movie started immediately, and the Focus Features title was only three seconds long; then, Anson’s unshaven face appeared on the big screen——

Roar!
There was a cheer from the crowd, but this time it did not last long and then it became quiet. From Anson to Anson, the same face was completely different, easily making people realize the difference between reality and movies, and instantly dragging their thoughts and concentration into the world of light and shadow.

Everything happened so fast that the screening began before the audience could prepare themselves mentally; but from another perspective, the audience had been waiting for this moment and were already ready, so they jumped right into the action.

In the entire blue-toned picture, the camera focuses on Anson's face in close-up, recording the facial features, outlines and every detail of the face.

I have to say that Anson's face can withstand the test of the big screen. Even the full presentation of the super-large screen is still eye-catching.

Obviously, this face in front of me is not good——

He has an untidy beard, a confused look in his eyes, dark circles under his eyes, sweat on his forehead, and a look of bewilderment. He looks not only sloppy but also tired, as if he had just experienced a week of continuous overtime work and finally got a day off. However, he couldn't sleep because of the constant noise of mosquitoes. He was overdrawn again and again, and this is the vicissitudes of life he sees now.

Those blue eyes were unfocused, without any emotion or ripples. They stared at the ceiling with a look of despair, but it was impossible to tell whether it was because he had not woken up yet or was upset. He just felt that even breathing was too troublesome.

Getting up was the same. I was like a turtle turning over. I was struggling but powerless. My limbs were stiff and clumsy. I finally stood up, but sat there in a daze with a splitting headache.

Just getting up feels like fighting with a whale.

Office workers understand this feeling: everyone hates Monday.

(End of this chapter)