The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1317 Beautiful Mind
Monday, work, life is meaningless.

Due to lack of sleep and inexplicable irritability, I just casually wore an outfit and went out without tying my tie, buttoned the wrong clothes, and even my two socks were different.

When I went out, I found that the door of my car was seriously injured and even the door panel was dented. This extent could be considered a collision injury, and I was furious.

Annoyance and confusion surged in my chest, and finally I looked up at the sky and shouted silently.

I angrily headed to the train station, ready to take a train to New York, but when I saw the opposite platform, an absurd idea came to my mind -

How about skipping work today and heading to Montauk?

“2004, Valentine’s Day.

Today is a holiday invented by card companies to deliberately make people sad.

I skipped work and took the train to Montauk. I don’t know why, I’m not an impulsive person, I guess I just woke up in a bad mood and I had to get my car fixed.”

The beginning of the movie reveals a sense of confusion and sadness.

Watching the unshaven and unkempt man running all the way in the train station, and at the last moment squeezing into a train going in the opposite direction, leaving New York and heading to the end of Long Island to escape from his terrible working life.

Logically speaking, you should be happy and cheerful.

However, it did not.

Endless blue, endless cold, the voices whispering in the ears reveal a deep sense of fatigue and loss. There is absolutely no joy in skipping work to play, but instead, it makes people feel deeply powerless and sigh.

Looking at the slender figure walking on the beach where fine snow and strong wind were mixed, the audience sitting outdoors in Manhattan in March to watch the movie at this moment could fully empathize with him and couldn't help but shrink their necks.

You can feel the biting cold even through the screen.

“The beaches here are freezing cold.

Montauk in February, that's genius, Joel."

This self-deprecating remark caused complaints to be heard at the entrance of the Angelica Film Center:

"Exactly, Joel."

There was a burst of laughter all around, and now everyone knew the name of the male protagonist:
Joel.

As expected, independent films are different from commercial films. The entire atmosphere and tone are no exception. Right from the start, there is a mumbling narration and wandering like a wandering soul.

Same as "elephant".

But the audience was all prepared and was not surprised by the opening. They even felt a little curious:
What’s next?

In a romantic movie, the next step for the hero to deviate from his normal behavior should be to meet the heroine.

But I don’t know if Charlie Kaufman is willing to follow the rules?

"A few pages were torn off?" Joel sat in front of a small house by the beach, opened his notebook to record his feelings, but found the torn pages, "I don't remember this happening."

"This is the first diary entry in two years."

A man skipped work and sat on the beach writing a diary?

This... is neither romantic nor cool. No wonder Focus Features has not promoted this as a romantic love movie. The male lead is not attractive no matter how you look at him. Even -

Cowardly.

Karen gently approached Blair and lowered her voice, "But if it's Anson, so cowardly, I can do it too."

Joel tried to play with the sand, but didn't want to dirty his hands, so he just messed around with a dead branch, which snapped and broke into several pieces.

Then, a woman appeared on the beach——

Wearing an orange jacket and jeans, she looks wrapped up like a dumpling; but it’s not surprising, as it’s difficult to dress like a fashion runway in Montauk in February.

The key point is that when the woman put on the hood of her top and tightened the hatstring, she suddenly turned into... a panda. You can vaguely see her green weed-like hair fluttering in the sea breeze, and her neck shrunk into her shoulders.

Just as the men were cowardly, the women didn't seem to be much better. But Blair and Karen exchanged glances, and they both knew what was going on, the hero and heroine were about to meet, because the panda was Kate Winslet.

It's easy to guess that the two protagonists met.

However, it is a little disappointing that Charlie Kaufman's wild imagination did not come into play here, and it still seems to be a standard Hollywood romantic love routine. Is it really so?
Joel longs for a new relationship, but he is so timid and introverted that he doesn't even dare to talk to strangers, let alone take the initiative to strike up a conversation. He even avoids them.

Joel avoided her gaze and stayed away from her. He quickly visited the uninhabited villa next to the beach and left. However, he turned around and met her again in a restaurant next to the train station. Her seaweed-like hair was particularly eye-catching.

Joel couldn't help but look at her twice more, noticing that she secretly poured the liquor into her coffee, and then picked up the coffee to taste it with a satisfied look on her face.

The water grass head noticed his gaze and not only did not avoid it, but also looked at Joel generously, raised his glass to gesture, and took a big sip with satisfaction.

Joel's heart skipped a beat and his eyes avoided in obvious panic.

“Why do I fall in love with every woman I meet?”

Joel couldn't understand himself either.

He tried to escape and dodge, and even dared not make eye contact; but his actions were too obvious and the Water Grass Head noticed him.

She chased his gaze, but he kept retreating, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself.

He hurriedly boarded the car, furtively looking at the waterweed heads across half the car, and Joel took out his diary and began sketching on it -

is her.

With her orange coat and long green hair, you can tell it's her at a glance.

Joel was hiding in his own world, but he didn't expect her to break in.

Seizing a gap, their eyes accidentally crossed, and she took the initiative to greet him, "Hi."

Joel froze. "Sorry?"

She smiled widely. "I'm just saying hello to you."

Joel: ... "Hi. Hello." He greeted in an extremely exaggerated and confusing way, like Donald Duck. His shy and reserved appearance made the audience burst into laughter.

Unexpectedly, the water grass head stood up and came to the row in front of Joel, chatting with him at close range, "Which stop are you going to?"

“Rockwell Center.”

"Get lost! Me too!"

"really?"

"What's the probability?" The waterweed-headed man seemed cheerful and bright. The frequency of his voice and the tension of his emotions made Joel unable to follow. He was smiling and making many small movements. "Have we met before?"

So direct?

Besides, shouldn't such old-fashioned pick-up be done by greasy middle-aged men to pick up women? Why is the position reversed now?

Joel blinked in panic, like a woman who was hit on by a greasy middle-aged man but didn't know how to get him to leave.

The waterweed head thought about it seriously, "Have you ever bought a book at Barnes and Noble?"

Joel nodded timidly, "Of course."

The waterweed-head's whole appearance instantly brightened up, and he laughed happily, "That's right, I must have seen you before! I worked there for five years."

Instead, Joel was unsure, "If you worked there, I would remember you."

The weed-head smiled, "It's probably my hair. I've been changing the color of my hair, so you can't recognize me. This is called the green of gloomy sorrow."

Joel: Awkward but polite smile. Help.

(End of this chapter)