The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 186 Knees shaking
"Are you sure you don't need us to take you back to the hotel?"

"No, no. I like to take a walk by myself after dinner to give myself some time to clear my head."

"Like a Woody-Allen movie?"

"Ha, I'm not that romantic. The story of 'Manhattan' doesn't suit me. I'm more suitable for something like 'Robocop'."

"Oh, Paul-Verhoeven, 'Turkish Orgy' was a really bold endeavor."

Standing at the door of the restaurant, preparing to say goodbye, I didn't expect that before saying goodbye, there was something meaningful in the exchange.

It seems like small talk, but the amount of information is huge——

Edgar could no longer keep up.

Sam was also very surprised. He didn't expect Anson to actually know about "Turkish Carnival." "When people talk about Paul, they always mention his 'instinct', but in fact, 'Turkish Carnival' and 'RoboCop' are the real masterpiece."

Anson smiled and said, "There are also 'dancing girls'."

In 1992, "Basic Instinct" directed by Paul Verhoeven was an incredible success in North America, bringing this bold and pioneering Dutch director into the public eye. So much so that the 1995 "Dance" film received unprecedented critical acclaim. He received a lot of attention, but he didn't expect to be met with a lot of scolding and attacks.

Back then, the film was a hit both in terms of reputation and box office, and almost ruined Paul's Hollywood career prospects.

However, twenty years later, countless film critics and fans have come back for this movie. After time has polished it, it has finally revealed its original glory, allowing people to see Paul as a director who is far ahead of the times and has a pioneering influence on society and culture. His analysis has unparalleled sharpness and sensitivity.

And all this was revealed as early as the director's 1973 "Turkish Carnival".

This time, Sam was in for a real surprise——

For the first time tonight, Sam temporarily returned to the director's position and looked at the actor in front of him.

After thinking for a while, Sam decided to tell the truth, "I think you are too handsome as Peter Parker. If you have something to refute, now is your chance."

Edgar's heart suddenly beat wildly: Opportunity!

Anson didn't expect that the opportunity would appear like this, in an unexpected position, but he shook his head, "No, I'm not going to refute."

Sam blinked.

Anson chuckled, "My appearance and your prejudices, these are facts that cannot be changed, right?"

An unexpected entry point, Sam found it interesting, "So, are you just giving up? You spent so much time chatting with an old guy like me tonight, maybe you didn't just want to give up at this time, right?"

Doesn't Sam understand?
No, he understands everything.

The difference is that Anson's calmness and sincerity, and Anson's erudition and kindness make all this natural. Sam is not a hermit who doesn't eat fireworks. He himself does his best for the guide tube of "Spider-Man", so he can Understand the actions of the actors.

But Sam himself didn't notice that it was supposed to be Anson chasing Sam to explain, but now it turned into Sam chasing Anson to explain.

The initiative has changed quietly.

In other words, Sam's prejudices have been pried.

Anson laughed heartily, "Of course not."

"Director, I spent the whole night just to prove to you that first, appearance is only part of the character. The charm of the character should not only be the appearance, but should be three-dimensional, diverse and vivid, but you discuss with me When we talk about those topics, will you pay attention to my appearance?"

"Second, stereotypes of characters are often one-sided. There are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand people. Maybe the Peter Parker in the eyes of the director should be more ordinary, but maybe the Peter Parker in the eyes of millions of viewers should be more ordinary. Handsome. At the end of the day, it's a personal aesthetic."

"So, the focus is on how the director creates the character and how to make the character convincing."

"Or is it that the director himself didn't think it through, or he doesn't have confidence in his ability?"

Counterattack an army.

Anson's confidence and calmness show that he is determined to win the role. Both in and out of his words imply that the stereotype of Sam always struggling with his appearance is a sign of lack of confidence. Sam froze.

Then, Anson did not continue to ask aggressively, but took a half-step back to distance himself, "Director, let's go here tonight. I hope you have a good night and a pleasant walk."

After saying that, Anson waved to Edgar and walked towards their parking position.

Edgar hesitated slightly, but he still followed Anson, leaving Sam behind. The initiative had quietly changed.

Sam just stood there and didn't leave for a long time.

Edgar drove out of Chinatown, but only drove down two streets. He hurriedly found a parking space and stopped quickly again.

Immediately afterwards, the figure disappeared into a... McDonald's.

Is it because you haven't eaten enough?
No, Anson found a seat and ordered a side of fries, while Edgar rushed to the bathroom at a sprint speed of 100 meters.

Obviously, Edgar's tolerance for chili peppers is still far from enough. To work tonight, he stuffed it into his mouth with his eyes closed, and kept saying it was delicious——

In fact, it was really delicious. Edgar himself didn't realize it and kept putting it in his mouth.

But now, retribution has come.

After staying inside for fifteen minutes, he just came out and didn't have time to come to Anson's eyes. From a distance, Edgar looked at Anson blankly. His stomach rumbled again, and Edgar showed a big smile. With an ugly smile after crying, he rushed to the bathroom again at a speed that could compete with Bugs Bunny.

"Ha ha!"

Anson couldn't hold it back and laughed directly.

After struggling three times, Edgar finally came back with a pale face and sat down opposite Anson. You could even see the glistening sweat on his forehead.

"Anson, I'm sorry..." Edgar was a little embarrassed——

My knees are shaking slightly.

Anson gave a thumbs up, "Warrior!"

Edgar showed a weak smile, looked at the Coke in front of him, and cast a questioning look at Anson. After receiving a positive answer, he picked up the Coke and took a big sip to add some sugar. After his knees stabilized a little, his brain regained its strength. Get up and running.

cough cough.

Covering it up with a cough, "Is it okay for us to leave like this? Even if the conversation is over, we should watch the director leave."

Anson lightly shrugged, "Normally, this is indeed the case, stay polite. But in the situation just now, the active and passive situation has been reversed. With the director's character, he needs to think, and he needs his own time and space. Let's continue. If left there, it will become a distraction.”

"Just like Scott this morning."

Edgar picked up the Coke, bit the straw and drank it, then nodded slightly, "You are right. He is not a character who can change his mind casually. We have already done what he should and shouldn't do. Once it’s done, you just need to wait patiently.”

Anson asked, "So, our affairs in New York are over?"

Edgar nodded, "Yes. At least that's the case so far. We need to wait for notification. Of course, I still need to follow up on Laura's situation, but there is no need for me to come forward directly."

Anson, "Oh, that means I can still make it to the awards ceremony."

Edgar: ..."What award ceremony?"

Anson, "Amy. I originally thought that because of the audition, I wasn't sure how many days I would have to stay in New York, so I might not be able to make it."

Edgar's eyes widened, and he almost choked on his Coke, and said impatiently, "Jesus Christ. We can catch up, no, we must catch up. Must!"

　Second update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)