The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1900 The Reins of Reason
Without realizing it, Scarlett's gaze lifted slightly and landed on Anson, a hint of inquiry in her eyes. "So, are you disappointed?"

Anson raised an eyebrow slightly.

Scarlett: "Tonight, at the Golden Globes, I went home empty-handed."

Anson thought about it seriously, "I will still be disappointed, but I won't change my mind."

Scarlett tilted her head and quietly looked at Anson.

Anson also adjusted to a comfortable sitting position. "Whether it's the Golden Globe or the Oscar, of course, they are first and foremost an honor, a very important honor, just like the Emmys. They are the most prestigious and authoritative recognition in the industry."

"But for me, it's more of a recognition."

"As you know, the authority of the Oscars comes from the Academy, which covers more than 6,000 people in Hollywood. Winning an Oscar means that you have gained industry recognition. They have seen you, they approve of you, and they are willing to reward your professionalism and hard work. Rather than saying how good your performance was, it means that you have finally gained their recognition."

"For a vase, such recognition is especially precious. I won't deny that I also crave such recognition."

Scarlett gently raised her chin. "Just like Leonardo."

Anson smiled slightly. "Tom Cruise."

"Brad Pitt."

Will Smith.

"Montgomery Clift".

"Marilyn Monroe."

"Audrey Hepburn".

"James Dean?"

They chatted back and forth, reciting stories of Hollywood's most notable "flower vase" figures, each desperately seeking their own recognition.

Then, Scarlett thought for a moment, "Harrison Ford?"

Anson gave him a strange look. "Are you sure?"

Scarlett chuckled, and Anson quickly raised his hands. "No disrespect to Harrison, but he's clearly not just a pretty face, more like Sean Connery."

Scarlett's smile widened even more.

Anson finally steered the conversation back on track, saying, "Undoubtedly, I crave their approval, but I'm not willing to change myself or try to please them for it."

"Because I know that you can't make everyone like you. Once you start trying to please them, it means you'll become the actor they like, not the actor you want to be or the actor you aspire to be, and the job will lose its meaning."

"So, if they are willing to reward me, I will dress up and go on stage to accept the award with great gratitude, but if they are not willing, I have no objection."

"When I retire, I will be defined by my works, not by the Oscar statuette."

Scarlett's eyes lit up slightly. "David Lynch?"

Anson paused for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Yes, David Lynch."

David Lynch, director of classic works such as "Blue Velvet," "The Elephant Man," "Twin Peaks," and "Mulholland Drive," is a director who excels at exploring psychological dilemmas and dreams. However, he has never received Oscar recognition, and he once said something similar to Anson's statement.

However, what Anson was really thinking about was Leonardo DiCaprio.

Leonardo DiCaprio spent nearly twenty years chasing an Oscar, finally achieving his dream in 2015 with "The Revenant".

To be fair, when people mention Leonardo DiCaprio, what comes to mind isn't his Oscar win or "The Revenant," but rather films like "Titanic," "Inception," "Catch Me If You Can," "The Wolf of Wall Street," and "Shutter Island"—those are the labels that define this actor. Just like David Lynch, Alfred Hitchcock, and Charlie Chaplin, the lack of an Oscar doesn't diminish their greatness at all.

Scarlett could tell that Anson was serious, calm, and composed. Seeing his eyes, her agitation and struggle seemed to gradually subside, which involuntarily brought back memories of the night when Anson invited her to star in "Children of Men."

Anson... always seemed so composed.

Before tonight, Scarlett thought that Anson hadn't experienced the disappointment of awards season, and that he was at the peak of "Spider-Man 2," so he could be so calm.

But now it seems that Anson is still Anson, and Scarlett is still Scarlett—

The former is a good thing, but the latter is not.

She should have figured it out; she should have seen through it.

Scarlett looked at Anson. "So, what are your plans for the future? Will you continue to star in Spider-Man 3?"

Anson could sense the teasing in Scarlett's words, but he didn't mind and casually spread his hands, "This is part of the plan, but I'm prepared to explore other possibilities as well."

"Although I have acted in some productions now, there are still many genres and types of works that I have not tried."

Scarlett's eyes widened. "Like what?"

Anson thought about it seriously for a moment, "Horror." Scarlett gasped in surprise, and Anson nodded, "Thriller and suspense movies are always very interesting."

"Action. Not like Spider-Man, but real kung fu, hand-to-hand combat, or high-speed action like 'Speed'."

"Adventure, or treasure hunting—you know I've always been a fan of 'Indiana Jones,' and who can resist a story of conquering the ocean?"

"Of course, the plot isn't the serious or heavy kind; it's about telling a story in a serious and earnest way."

"Besides, romantic comedies, don't you like the romantic comedies from the 80s? 'Pretty Woman,' 'Sleepless in Seattle'..."

Scarlett could feel Anson's excitement and anticipation, a pure happiness that made her own spirits soar.

Golden Globe? Oscar?
So what? An actor's value shouldn't be measured by the power of awards; the work itself is what truly matters, perhaps the only thing that matters.

Scarlett chuckled softly, “'When Harry met Sally'.”

Anson's eyes lit up. "Yes, 'My Best Friend's Wedding,' 'Notting Hill,' 'Four Weddings and a Funeral'..." he rattled off the list like a familiar treasure. "Julia Roberts at her peak truly delivered countless classics. Honestly, who could resist..."

Scarlett gazed quietly at Anson, half-asleep, slowly melting into his eyes. Her wildly beating heart broke free from its restraints. Those smiles, those gazes, radiated a light from her entire being. Before she even realized it, she was already slowly falling into his embrace.

Anson seemed to sense the heat of the gaze, stopped his animated movements, and looked directly at Scarlett.

Anson's lips curled up. "What, are you disappointed? I have no plans to act in any Oscar-nominated films, like biographical movies or the like."

His beaming excitement and elation were still surging, and his azure eyes were like an ocean filled with sunlight.

Scarlett could no longer control herself and impulsively moved closer.

In the blink of an eye, without any warning, Scarlett caught Anson completely off guard.

By the time Anson realized it, a soft, burning sensation had already reached his lips. Instinctively, Anson stepped back to create some distance.

However, the space was cramped and the distance between them was not fully maintained. Their foreheads collided, their hot and rapid breaths intertwined, a little alcohol mixed with a little soap, and their wildly beating hearts were about to explode, creating a deafening roar.

(End of this chapter)