The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2090 A Complete Transformation

Under the golden sunlight, the sea stretched out before them, and the dense crowds surged forward, so numerous that they were impossible to count. They thronged along the red carpet and the seaside promenade, filling the entire town of Cannes to capacity.

The red carpet at the entrance of the cinema palace was already packed with people; if you arrived even a little late, you might not be able to squeeze in.

Outrageous!

The media all know Anson's influence. In order to get a good shot, they must occupy a good position. Angle and lighting are the lifeblood of the camera, so they all go to the Palace of Cinema early to try to get a high vantage point.

However, when the media arrived at the scene, they realized the severity of the situation. Even though they arrived early, they were still no match for the enthusiastic movie fans.

The vast ocean is the only correct word to describe the magnificent scene before us.

It wasn't just the red carpet in front of the Palais des Festivals; the massive crowds stretched all the way to the waterfront promenade, and then continued to extend along both sides of the promenade—

Boundless and vast.

As the saying goes, the streets were deserted, with two or three times the number of Cannes residents pouring onto the Promenade de la Cité, bathed in golden sunlight, merging with the beach and the sea, stretching all the way towards the distant horizon, leaving all the exclamations stuck in one's throat.

Being there, I only felt my own insignificance.

Such a grand occasion has never been seen in Cannes, nor in any other film festival in the world, not even the Oscars.

"Carnival" is the only correct way to express it, just like the Rio Carnival, where the air is filled with a joyful and happy atmosphere.

For those photojournalists, it was utterly absurd; even those actually involved didn't understand what was happening.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Know nothing.

Things had long since gone astray, with 50,000, 100,000, or even more people flocking to Cannes, creating a momentous event in the history of the film festival.

Even after the Cannes Film Festival had come to a close, The Times, reflecting on this moment, couldn't help but marvel at it, calling it a historic moment that transcended commerce and art, box office and awards, high and low social status, casting aside all prejudice and arrogance, solely for the sake of film.

Because of love, there is passion.

It's that simple. As Spider-Man and the face of modern Hollywood movies, Anson stands on the stage of the Cannes Film Festival, a temple of art, uniting all film lovers and calling for a carnival and a party. This is definitely a classic moment that the film industry should remember.

“Anson Wood made all of this possible.”

From the Grammys to Paris Fashion Week and then to the Oscars, it accumulated step by step, built up strength little by little, and finally made history with a burst of success in Cannes.

Undoubtedly, this is something no one anticipated, but it is indeed happening.

Those who had the honor of being in Cannes that morning to experience the live frenzy were all part of history, just like Woodstock back then.

A small group of media outlets arrived a little late but were blocked off the red carpet and stranded on the waterfront promenade. They could hardly believe what was happening, and one by one they began to complain.

It's all Anson's fault.

If it weren't for Anson, how could they be facing such a predicament?

But they forgot that they were no different from those fanatical moviegoers, eager to catch a glimpse of Anson and gain some attention. Their complaints shouldn't be about Anson, but about their own arrogance and negligence. "When will Anson arrive?"

"Ahhh, this all feels so unreal! I'm actually going to see Anson!"

"They say you can see Anson anywhere in Cannes these days, is that true or not?"

The sounds surging in from all directions were filled with excitement and jubilation, almost impossible to contain. Even without words, the urgency and enthusiasm were palpable through body language. Passion and happiness overflowed from every pore, blending into the air, burning little by little, and spreading out in a mighty torrent.

Such an atmosphere is truly unique in the world, and no one can replicate it.

Then, the heat wave, which had been suppressed, controlled, and stagnant in the air, suddenly became restless, surging and churning with anticipation.

“…Ahhh,” the sound came from afar, gradually increasing in intensity.

Two black vans could be seen slowly appearing in the field of vision. The drivers were clearly not expecting the scene before them. The crowd was already dense a kilometer away from the cinema. This area had already moved out of the area with iron railings set up by the organizing committee, so the drivers had to be careful to avoid causing chaos.

Slowly, gradually, little by little, it approached, unintentionally creating a sense of oppression. Although the vehicle appeared in sight, it did not get closer for a long time. The anticipation and excitement continued to rise like a thermometer, about to break through the boiling point. All the excitement and agitation were suppressed, and I couldn't help but feel thirsty.

Closer, even closer—

Finally, the car came to a stop on the red carpet, and the entrance to the Palais des Festivals fell into an inexplicable silence. Everyone held their breath, staring intently ahead, their hearts pounding as if they were about to explode.

The car door opened, but instead of any familiar figures, two men in black suits stood out.

Tall and imposing, with an air of authority, their expressionless faces exuded a quiet authority, cool and serious. The blazing summer sun seemed to briefly flee, avoiding their footsteps and running far away.

One is wild, the other is aloof; each has its own unique characteristics, instantly capturing attention.

On the red carpet, the crowd paused briefly, then rustled as joy and shyness rose in their eyes, and whispers escaped their lips as their hearts pounded uncontrollably. Their slightly flushed cheeks inadvertently betrayed their secrets.

The next second, Anson appeared.

Without warning, before the audience could even prepare themselves, the figure had already stepped off the car and onto the stage. Everything happened so suddenly that people forgot how to react.

Anson seemed completely unaware that there was anything wrong with his entrance. He didn't even have time to look around before turning around and extending his hand to the back of the room in a gentlemanly manner.

A slender hand rested in Anson's, while the other hand lifted her skirt as she gracefully left the carriage. It was none other than Reese Witherspoon.

Reese looked slightly nervous, held her breath, glanced around through Anson's arm, and couldn't help but gasp, her mouth agape with an expression of undisguised astonishment.

Anson nodded slightly to Reese, offering encouragement with his eyes and signaling her to stay calm.

Reese's heart was still pounding, but she managed to control herself under Anson's watchful gaze by adjusting her breathing.

After waiting for director James Mangold to get out of the car, and seeing that Mangold also looked uneasy and bewildered, Anson finally had a chance to turn around and look at him. A gasp of surprise instinctively escaped his lips, almost turning into a swear word—

Damn it!

(End of this chapter)