The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2052 In Bruges
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Anson was taken aback. "What, is my accent inaccurate?"

Previously, in order to film "Children of Men," Anson spent a lot of time and energy learning the London accent, hoping to become a part of the story.

The film was successfully completed, only three months ago. His memory shouldn't be that bad, right? Did he forget all his London accent?
Martin scrutinized Anson for a moment, a smile appearing in his eyes. He could sense Anson's nervousness, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "No, that's not it."

“In fact, as you’ve already noticed, I’m Irish. I moved to London when I was a child, and when I was sixteen, my parents returned to Ireland, while my brother and I stayed in London.”

"Although my accent is very London now, in fact, real Londoners can still tell the difference; they can always spot me."

"But that's not the point. The point is that faith was always a core message when I was writing this story, so I tried to break down barriers and, when I was conceiving it in my mind, the two main characters mixed together all sorts of different accents, such as Irish, English, and Scottish."

"When faced with fate, we are all ants, no different from each other, right?"

“Perfect, they are assassins, and concealing their accents is part of their job, so this setup fits perfectly.”

"However, the core is still the Irish accent, or rather, the London accent with a lingering Irish accent, which is why I have always insisted on using Irish actors."

After rambling on for a while, Martin looked at Anson with a slightly hesitant expression, "Does this... make sense?"

Anson laughed immediately. "Why are you so lacking in confidence?"

Martin spread his hands. "My specialty is storytelling, but character creation is not."

He turned to look at Anson. "So, can I trust you and give this job to the actors?"

Anson raised an eyebrow slightly. "Thank you for your trust. I understand what you mean. I have a general idea, but my thoughts are indeed chaotic. It may seem reasonable on the surface, but we can't delve into it."

"If the setup is simpler, the approach can actually be very clear."

"When speaking normally, he speaks with a London accent mixed with other accents, but when he is confessing or struggling, he speaks with an Irish accent."

"Faith is not only about being honest with oneself, but also about revealing one's true nature. Such a detail can connect the character's storyline."

Martin's eyes lit up, and his chaotic thoughts cleared up. "Wow, an actor."

With a lighthearted remark, Anson smiled and said, "It's all just theory. Go to Hollywood, and almost everyone can come up with their own methodology."

Martin, "But you're not."

Anson waved his hand. "No, me too. Don't get me wrong, I've always made a living based on my looks."

Martin was taken aback. "Haha." He burst into laughter. "Leave the actors' affairs to the actors. I trust your professionalism. So, your judgment just now was correct. The story and characters are indeed closely related to the city, but Bruges is a little special. It's best to walk around to experience the atmosphere here."

"Or you could travel by boat, just like in Venice."

Anson gently raised his chin, a knowing look on his face. "It seems 'Northern Venice' isn't just talk. But not now, not now..."

Martin, "What's wrong?"

Anson glanced at the expressionless security personnel in the front passenger seat. "If we get out of the car now, a whole bunch of men in black will follow us. How can we possibly keep a low profile?"

"It probably won't take an hour for the whole of Bruges to know that a Hollywood film crew is here to shoot a movie." Martin. "Ah, the crowds are huge."

Anson said, "The congestion is a minor issue; the real problem is not being able to feel the city streets on foot. I told Luca that this is making a mountain out of a molehill."

Martin agreed; he still hadn't quite adapted to Anson's scale of operations. After all, he was a down-on-his-luck screenwriter barely surviving on welfare, and he'd even had to borrow money from his parents for his plane ticket to Los Angeles.

He's almost thirty-five, but he still asks his parents for money.

For the "In Bruges" crew, Martin couldn't even imagine that they would have a budget of fifteen million dollars; it was simply a pipe dream. But even so, they were still a very small crew, and Anson's crew was not even in the same league.

But then I thought, since this is Lucas's insistence, there must be a reason for it.

Martin said, "Regardless, Bruges already knew that a film crew was shooting here. We applied to the city hall to set up a Christmas market here, and the city hall approved the application and issued a notice informing the citizens that this was a filming location to avoid causing misunderstandings among local residents."

“Right now, our crew’s announcements are plastered all over the streets of Bruges. So, I think this secret is about to be broken, and it’s necessary for you to bring your own security team.”

"None of us want traffic jams to happen, right?"

Anson was dumbfounded, only then realizing that this was not Los Angeles or New York, and very few Hollywood crews would come to Bruges to film. The surrounding cities, such as Paris, Amsterdam, and Munich, were much more attractive.

In fact, in Anson's memory, "In Bruges" should be one of the few films that specifically focuses on Bruges as its narrative subject.

Therefore, what is commonplace in New York would be an impossible task to go unnoticed in Bruges.

Thinking of this, a smile crept onto his lips, tinged with a hint of helplessness. "So, it's like dinosaurs have invaded the city?"

Even so, Anson didn't rush to get out of the car. After arriving at the hotel and unpacking his luggage, Anson, accompanied only by two security personnel, went back out on the street.

It's just a casual stroll, and the entire security team has to follow along—that's really exaggerated. It's like something out of a spy movie. Two security personnel would have been fine.

Then, Anson wandered around Bruges.

This is a city that constantly breaks impressions. It still retains a large number of medieval buildings. In the 14th century, it was one of the largest commercial ports in Europe. The glory left behind at that time is deeply imprinted on every brick and tile of the city, recording the passage of time, and is like a time tunnel that makes people linger.

The ancient buildings, lined up one after another, are surrounded by a network of canals. If you're not careful, you might get lost in the spiderweb of streets and alleys. But there's no need to worry or rush back to the original route. Exploring the unknown territory will allow you to discover cultural treasures hidden everywhere.

Murals. Statues. Architecture. Reliefs.

The magnificent display showcases the remnants of the Renaissance, with a dazzling array of well-preserved churches, including Gothic, Baroque, and Byzantine styles. Inside, the churches preserve original masterpieces by the masters of the Bruges School, truly recording the passage of time.

It inevitably brings Rome to mind.

However, unlike Rome, which still retains a large number of ancient sites but the city has kept up with the times and modern civilization has fully invaded, Bruges is different.

This place seems to have been forgotten in a corner of time, still preserving its original layout. It seems to have never changed in hundreds of years. Wandering through the long streets and alleys, you can easily be swept up in the torrent of events if you are not careful, lose yourself, and let your thoughts drift in the boundless universe and the vast expanse of time.

Perhaps this is where Martin's inspiration came from.

Anson had no idea that "In Buddies" was actually Martin's "Interstellar".

(End of this chapter)