The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 13 The Truman World
"The day is coming to an end..."

"As he does every day..."

"Yi is on his way. His steps are many and filling up other places..."

"There you go, this place is becoming increasingly empty, and the place is giving way to nothingness..."

"she is not here……"

Sorry, it’s not that Anson doesn’t speak human language, it’s that James and Seth don’t speak human language. Their profound and difficult lines are mixed with incomprehensible Latin and French, so that Anson can’t help but start to doubt life——

Does it mean that after traveling through time, the language pack still needs to be patched?

The problem is that Anson can understand every word, but when put together, it makes people dizzy, and they have no idea what the actors are performing; and there is no foreshadowing or explanation, and it hits them all at the beginning, which makes people dizzy. .

On the stage, two actors stood in the left corner, both facing the same direction, talking in a cold and arrogant manner. One person interrupted the other before he finished speaking, and the latter one interrupted the former one before he finished speaking. He interrupted again, as if performing an acrobatic act of tossing and catching.

then.

James was like a ghost, silently crossing from the back of the stage. His face was expressionless and his eyes were empty. He was immersed in the world view of "A Chinese Ghost Story" and couldn't extricate himself. He was on a different channel from the others.

This……

Anson lowered his head and glanced at the drama brochure——

"Hole".

There is also a small word in the lower left corner that you can’t even notice if you don’t look carefully:

Two hours and thirty minutes without intermission.

Anson thought it was because he was not artistic enough and could not understand the creative intentions of James and Seth. What about the shit comedy that they agreed on?
But I turned around and looked.

Chris had already begun to nod and doze off, his shiny lips slipping from the corners of his mouth.

Judd took out two burgers and stuffed them into his mouth hungrily, fearing that others would notice him. After taking a bite, he hid the burgers in the shadow of the seat in front of him, closed his mouth and chewed slowly.

One producer placed his mobile phone between his knees and played the Snake game. He supported his chin with one hand and pretended to be concentrating on the performance, but his eyes were entirely on the mobile phone.

A reporter was studying the water-stained pattern on the seat as if it were a masterpiece left by Michelangelo.

As for the agent?
His fingers were dancing rapidly on the keyboard of his mobile phone. Even in the theater, he could not stop being busy. He was dealing with text messages and emails every minute, but it was unclear whether it was work related to tonight's drama or the work of other actors. Anyway, the busyness of the thumb has not stopped.

Is this really good?
What Anson doesn't know is that performance art is also art, and it doesn't matter even if he doesn't understand it.

In Hollywood, not all casting directors believe in casting companies. They tend to trust their own intuition and inspiration more, so they will continue to watch movies, television and dramas, and use their own eyes to look for them. There are always real gems to be found.

The same is true for some directors, such as Quentin-Tarantino, brothers Joel-Coen and Ethan-Coen, Noah-Baumbach, etc. etc. In addition, some big-name producers are no exception.

They often appear in cinemas, theaters, opera houses and other places, and are not limited to artistic genres. Whether it is a popular box office champion or a niche experimental drama, they are willing to provide support with practical actions and love it from the bottom of their hearts. Work on yourself and enjoy it.

In the meantime, look forward to digging for gems.

It is precisely because of this that James and Seth's experimental drama received support from their agents.

Who knows?

Maybe some producer or casting director saw the play and saw potential in them and gave them a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

Or is it to create an image and reputation for pursuing art through this drama, spread it in Hollywood, and create a good impression on the producers?

Purr.

Chris leaned back, snoring slightly, and opened his mouth completely. Without warning, a muffled sound came from the direction of the stage, and he woke up. Chris quickly wiped his mouth, sat up straight, and hurriedly opened his eyes to look at the stage. , looking sleepy and completely unable to find his direction.

Not to mention Chris, Anson, who was watching the whole thing, didn't understand what was going on - Seth was holding a guitar, sitting at the front of the stage, and started playing and singing like a gluttonous Cupid, with the spotlight shining down.

It seems that this is a very important scene, but why it is important, where it is important, and why it is presented in such a way, no one knows, and no one dares to ask.

but!

When the lights dimmed at the end of the performance, applause erupted instantly.

Snap, snap, snap, snap.

This is the signal.

One second ago, you were busy with your own affairs, sending text messages on your phone, reading newspapers, eating potato chips, or sleeping with your head propped up.

The next second, he suddenly woke up and stood up at lightning speed, looking towards the stage with a red face, and gave him warm applause.

Twos and threes, one after another.

Then, the entire theater audience stood up and applauded.

That look and gesture was as if he had just admired a masterpiece that had been handed down from generation to generation.

Of course, Chris and Anson are no exception.

This was the first time for Anson to do this on such an occasion, but he only slowed down by half a beat, and then stood up unhurriedly, applauding and appreciating:
Looking at the faces wearing masks and performing fully, my eyes filled with tears and they were full of praise. Their acting skills were not inferior to those of the actors on the stage.

This scene is much more exciting than tonight's drama.

Chris's sleepiness finally disappeared. He noticed Anson's gaze and looked around. His mind couldn't help but think of the conversation before departure. He looked back at Anson. The two of them exchanged a tacit look. He couldn't help it. Rhys almost burst into laughter on the spot.

With all his strength, Chris barely controlled himself.

However, the next second.

There was a figure directly in front, raising his hands high, slapping them hard, and shouting, "Masterpiece! Masterpiece!"

While shouting and choking, he hurriedly wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with his right hand and immediately continued to applaud.

The scene is close at hand, and the true feelings are staged.

puff.

Chris was just a hair away from breaking through, and he quickly lowered his head, but his shoulders still shook uncontrollably.

Anson was no exception, but he controlled himself and watched the melon eating with the mood of enjoying the pantomime.

In my previous life, I had seen too many scenes of girls in the fan circle bursting into tears at the poor acting skills of the traffic niche; the scene in front of me was just like a child's play.

Sure enough, entertainment is a circle. Separated by the Pacific Ocean, the essence of the entertainment industry in the two continents is the same.

At this moment, Anson noticed a figure diagonally in front of him from the corner of his sight——

He looked around with an expression full of astonishment and doubt about life. His eyes were full of shock. You can read the emotions in his eyes without using words:

Could it be that I am not watching the same drama as everyone else? Am I crazy, or is everyone crazy? What the hell is going on?

The expression was like that of Truman in "The Truman Show" who finally found himself living in a false world performed by all the actors, which was particularly exciting.

It turns out that there were still normal people at the Hayworth Theater this afternoon.

(End of this chapter)