The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1835 A Ridiculous and Absurd Story
“You are in Fisher’s jurisdiction, and Fisher is at war with the British authorities until they acknowledge that all immigrants want equal rights.”

"We won't hurt you, we just want to talk."

But don't do anything foolish!

Hot, oppressive, and sharp.

In the cramped space, only one person was moving about, talking rapidly and nervously, and one could sense the anxiety in their voice and footsteps.

Theo was wearing a black burlap sack, and he could vaguely feel a wave of heat hitting him, trying to penetrate the sack and scald his cheeks. Even in the darkness, he couldn't help but close his eyes, amplify his hearing, and carefully capture the sounds and movements around him.

But clearly, this was all in vain.

Real life and the movie world are ultimately different. He tried his best but still couldn't catch any extra sounds, floating in darkness.

This made Theo a little nervous, and his muscles tensed up unconsciously, putting him on full alert, even though he knew it might not be of any help.

Then, another voice came from the right diagonally in front, "Take off his mask."

Then another voice chimed in, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

It's unclear who decisively dropped the decision: "Do as instructed."

With a rustling sound, the person on the left took something out of his pocket. Theo felt his hands, which had been handcuffed behind his back, finally being freed. His wrists burned with pain, but before he could even feel it, the sack on his head was pulled off, and light pierced his eyes.

It was scorching hot, burning hot, and sharp, like a basin of hot water being poured over you.

Theo instinctively curled up and raised his hands to try to shield his face from the "hot water." His arms were not scalded as he had imagined. The sharp light that his face felt was absorbed by the sleeves of the plum coat and turned into blinding light. This made Theo pause for a moment. He carefully lowered his arms and peered at the scene in front of him.

A group of people, one, two, three, four. Theo couldn't see them clearly in the backlight, and his eyes were blurry, so he couldn't accurately distinguish their figures. He just felt that the whole space was completely filled and a bit crowded. They were all wearing ski masks, with only their eyes showing. They wore shirts with coats and T-shirts with sports jackets, typical London street style, but they came from different social classes.

The gun protruding from under the coat was not concealed at all; in fact, it was deliberately exposed, a blatant threat.

The burning pain in Theo's wrist continued to tug at his nerves, and in his fear and panic, confusion overwhelmed his mind like a flood.

The ski masks, seemingly dissatisfied with the lack of tension, crisscrossed back and forth in front of Theo, creating chaos and a sense of threat through a performance art piece, constantly scanning Theo with menacing eyes. The continuously rotating and turbulent air made Theo feel the humidity and stuffiness of the air—

Like the tropics, yet it can never shake off the atmosphere of London.

Question marks kept popping up, and Theo felt a dull ache in his temples, as if he was about to explode.

"Hey, Theo."

A voice came from his left diagonally in front, calling his name accurately.

Theo reflexively looked over, but there was a bright, glaring light there. The figure was leaning against the shadow between the light fixture and the corner of the wall, its face cleverly hidden behind the light source, making it impossible to see clearly, not even its outline.

Theo's attempt backfired, and like looking directly at the sun, the instantaneous sting brought tears to his eyes, which were completely unable to adapt to the situation.

This is how prisoners are interrogated in prison.

Theo remained completely bewildered, utterly unable to keep up, only feeling vigilant—a vigilance born of instinct. He thought he had transcended life and death, capable of calmly bidding farewell to the world at any moment—

But clearly, he has a flawed self-perception.

This thought made Theo feel flustered and embarrassed, and the fear in his soul was amplified. He just felt... pathetic. The shadowy figure next to the lamp looked at Theo, whose hair was disheveled, whose face was covered in red marks, and whose body was a mess. Before speaking again, there was a slight pause, as if he sighed silently, with a mixed feeling of self-abandonment in his voice.

“It’s me, Theo… Julianne.”

Then, she revealed it herself.

Theo: ? ? ?
The ski masks next to them were all stunned: ? ? ?

All eyes in the small house turned toward the light, seemingly unaware of what was happening. Each person was more confused and surprised than the last. In the end, when everyone saw the light, their eyes were blinded, and one or two people hurriedly turned their heads away, trying to hide their panic.

For some reason, it's a little funny.

Emmanuel bent his knees, maintaining a semi-squatting posture, controlling his body entirely with his core strength. A 270-degree fan-shaped camera rotation captured the entire expression and movement before finally settling smoothly on Anson.

funny?

That's right.

"Children of Men" is not a comedy, absolutely not, and is completely different from comedy; however, the playfulness and satire revealed in the serious plot are the finishing touches.

Alfonso Cuarón is not a humorous person; he has almost no sense of humor, so his scripts, his shots, and his images lack humor. But Anson is.

Therefore, through Anson's performance and the actors' state, a kind of absurd black humor is brought to the film, which Emmanuel captures with his camera, allowing the film to evolve into more layers.

For example, right now.

This scene is clearly not something to joke about, but the absurdity of it proves that Julian's team is a disorganized ragtag group. They keep shouting about upholding justice, but sometimes they don't even know what they are protecting, pursuing, or busy with.

This is what the end of the world looks like.

These unique details hidden in the plot are not something every viewer can see, but they can subtly change the texture and color of a film.

The same applies now.

In the shot, Theo froze, completely stunned, as if frozen in time—

Cowardly.

There was no special performance, no expression, no movement, no lines, nothing at all. He just stood there stiffly, staring blankly at the dark figure next to the light, not even moving his eyes. He was expressionless and motionless, as if time had stopped.

However, the disheveled, terrified, and uncertain emotions still lingered on Theo's face, making him look like a complete coward at first glance.

It's hard to believe that this good-for-nothing is actually the hope for saving humanity.

But what truly surprised and astonished Emmanuel was... Anson, who could be so pathetic. His face and features were still the same, but his entire demeanor was incredibly weak, and he didn't even bother to scold him.

His expression was blank, fearful, confused, and bewildered; he was completely out of it, leaving you neither able to laugh nor cry, you just wanted him to get lost.

Emmanuel finally understood why Julianne left Theo. No matter how beautiful she was, it just wasn't right, and turning off the lights didn't help.

(End of this chapter)