The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 444 Full Fermentation
Everything is new and unfamiliar.

In the past three weeks, Anson's life has been rolled up into a ball and stuffed into the dryer, and then he pressed the high-speed drying button——

hotel. car.

At two points and one line, his footsteps have spread to every corner of the North American continent, constantly traveling to different cities to promote, bumpy day and night.

Either in a hotel or a car, or in a movie theater, studio, recording studio, or meet and greet venue. They are all square boxes and closed spaces. Occasionally, you can peek out of the car window and see the rapidly retreating street, but there is no time to take a closer look. After taking a closer look, he fell asleep.

City?

Not to mention playing and browsing, there is no time to even look at it.

Anyway, different indoor scenes are constantly switching every day. There seems to be no obvious difference whether it is in New Orleans or Denver, whether in Little Rock or Mexico City.

Even the interviews, conversations, and audience interactions are all very similar. The same topics, the same interactions, and the same templates are copied and pasted all the time. No matter how much passion there is, it is worn away in the long repetition.

The only good thing is that in 2002, the concept of "world premiere" already existed but has not become popular yet. Therefore, the promotion was temporarily limited to the North American continent and did not fly across the ocean and continents all over the world. It was long and boring. The publicity seemed tolerable.

In his previous life, Anson read an interview with three-time Oscar winner Daniel Day-Lewis. He said:

Promotion is much more tiring than filming a movie; and Academy PR during awards season is even more exhausting.

At that time, Anson didn't understand it; but now, Anson finally understands a little bit. Behind the glamorous bustle and bustle of the movie, it is obviously not that simple.

Propaganda is not only tiring, it is also an all-round crushing.

Day after day, over and over again, slowly breaking one's perception of time and space, sucking the soul into it like a hurricane.

At the beginning, my brain still had some doubts:
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
Every time you go to a new place, you can see the differences among the many similarities, just like a "spot the difference" game, which stimulates the brain's thinking, question marks begin to grow, and the brain seems to still have energy to function.

But slowly, slowly, these questions seem to have no meaning. The order of time and space is completely disrupted, making it impossible to keep up with the rhythm. Endless question marks fill your head. If you have time to think about these, you might as well Close your eyes and sleep for five more minutes.

Then, confusion and confusion were replaced and became a matter of course.

Now, Anson finally understands why actors and directors often look tired, numb, and completely out of spirits when promoting their movies——

Slowly consumed bit by bit, it’s comparable to a marathon.

But what’s wrong with moviegoers?
They just want to get up close and personal with the actors. Those same repetitive topics are all new to them, especially now that we are still in an era when the Internet is not that developed yet, and the speed and scope of information dissemination are obviously not enough. .

In order to prevent himself from becoming that kind of "insensitive and emotionless publicity repeater", Anson often competes for the host's job at publicity sites and chats with the audience——

Sometimes we talk about superheroes, sometimes we talk about comics, sometimes we talk about music or other hobbies, and sometimes we play some interactive games with the audience.

The hosts were all worried and sweating profusely, but Anson and the audience were having a particularly happy time. James Franco and Kristen Dunst also joined in the fun and troubles for fear of chaos. The three young people I was having a great time.

This has also become an interesting thing that people talked about during the promotion period of "Spider-Man".

Every time a promotional event ends, the news media can't wait to report it. Some newspapers even find a way to send a team to follow the promotion of "Spider-Man" and spread the interesting news about the promotion event as soon as possible.

Twenty years later, on social networking platforms, such "simultaneous live broadcasts" were common; but in 2002, this was an unprecedented new thing.

However, for Anson, without the seamless connection of smartphones, he has no way of understanding the momentum of publicity and the intensity of discussions. He rushes on the bridges between cities every day and cannot feel the traffic at all - no sense of reality at all.

Even though Edgar and the "Spider-Man Goes" publicity team told them from time to time that everything was on track and the publicity effect far exceeded expectations, Anson and the others still had no way of judging, they couldn't see or touch it.

There were rumors that "a full-scale fermentation detonated" and "the whole of North America was in a state of commotion", but these were just rumors. They were still trapped in the vast journey of chaos in time and space, as if they were thrown into a black hole.

Anson was exhausted, really exhausted.

An overdraft.

Sleeping two hours and three hours a day is so normal that Anson has developed the ability to sleep in the back seat of a car. James and Kristen are also the same. They don't look like movie stars, but more like wandering around. The gypsies have been wandering and running.

Even though I have mastered the skill of falling asleep anytime and anywhere, I still don't have enough sleep. If I don't notice any gap at any time, I may be half asleep and half awake, and completely lose the ability to judge my own position and situation——

hum.

buzzing.

The phone was vibrating all the time. My ears caught the trivial sounds and immediately became sensitive. I subconsciously replied, "I'm up, I'm awake."

But in fact, the eyes are still tightly closed. One more second of sleep is a second, and even one second is precious.

Finally, the shaking stopped.

Anson woke up instead, and his first subconscious reaction was that the vehicle had stopped, which also meant that he needed to get out of the car and move, sitting up straight as soon as he could.

He opened his eyes a little and looked around, trying to determine his position. Before he could turn his brain, his phone vibrated again, grabbing Anson's attention.

This time, Anson finally realized what was going on, grabbed his cell phone from the bedside table, curled up into a ball, and buried himself in the quilt again.

"Hello, this is Anson."

The voice, hoarse and dark, with the sleepiness of not waking up, greeted lazily.

The other end of the phone was busy.

"...for a flight to Los Angeles, the sooner the better, yes, immediately, immediately!" It looked like he was talking to someone. After a moment of delay, he realized that the call was connected, and asked eagerly, "Anson? Anson! Jesus Christ, are you okay Anson?”

Anson: Buzz, buzz buzz.

A buzzing sound echoed in my head like an echo.

"I'm fine. I'll go out right away, give me some time...to wash up...just for a while..."

nonsense.

Anson didn't know what he was talking about. He sat up in a daze, but sat cross-legged on the bed motionless with a bird's nest on his head.

The person on the other end of the phone couldn't help but hold his breath, "Anson, are you okay? Are you sure you're okay?"

(End of this chapter)