The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 923: High and Low

Chapter 923: High and Low
Scarlett Johansson was so depressed that she buried her face in her hands. She couldn't believe what had just happened. It was such a shame.

You always claim to like art films and like to study them in depth, but end up falling asleep while watching an art film?

This is...too amateurish and ridiculous.

Ashamed.

To her slight surprise, there was no movement nearby, which made Scarlett even more nervous, and a muffled sound came out indistinctly from between her palms.

"You can laugh, I'm mentally prepared."

Looking at Scarlett like this, Anson smiled, "Why are you laughing? You forgot that I just fell asleep, too, just like her."

Scarlett was stunned for a moment, and finally looked up at Anson, her expression slightly relieved, but then she thought, "You should have watched more than one movie today, right?"

Anson:......

Scarlett spread her hands and said, "See, I know it. I am just a vase who doesn't understand art and only knows pop culture. My head is full of grass."

Anson finally couldn't help but said, "Haha."

Scarlett looked at Anson with despair.

Anson did not try to hide it, and shrugged lightly, "You have to admit that what you just said was very funny. Please don't compare yourself to a cow, okay? Everything you eat is grass, and everything you squeeze out is milk."

Scarlett couldn't help herself: Poof.

The smile returned to his face.

Anson then got back to the point, "There is no need, there is really no need. There is no distinction between high and low in art, no one is more noble, and no one is more vulgar. Of course, some people try to classify art, but think about it, there are already enough levels in real life, there is really no need to put shackles on art."

"Shakespeare's plays were also performed on the streets of the market. How come they suddenly become noble after being performed in a formal theater?"

"Genre films have their own splendor. Imagine the thrill of watching 'Jaws' for the first time, or the touching feeling of watching 'The Sixth Sense' for the first time. These are unique feelings that those self-righteous art films cannot bring. Art films have their own explorations. The provocation of 'Dogville' and the experiment of 'Elephant' are another attempt to penetrate into social reality and explore art."

“Hey, some art films are just hard to understand.”

"I won't deny that I still can't understand 'Wild Strawberries' and 'The Seventh Seal'. Bergman is not my cup of tea."

Be calm and sincere.

Scarlett did not hide her surprise. It was obvious that the wisdom and calmness displayed by Anson were far beyond the scope of their age.

No wonder!
No wonder the media called Anson a "vase" and did their best to complain and attack him, but they never saw Anson defend himself, let alone fight back.

In fact, Anson often actively embraces those complaints and even makes fun of the title of "vase" himself, so that the media is repeatedly defeated by him.

People have always speculated that this is the highlight of Anson’s public relations work. Who knows, maybe behind the scenes, Anson is cursing every day and has been trying to get rid of these labels, such as "elephant" and "warm inner light", which are all Anson's struggles on the road of being an actor.

After all, who wants to be called a "vase"?

But now it seems that Anson doesn't mind.

Scarlett couldn't help but want to exclaim, but seeing Anson's calm face, any praise or exclamation seemed redundant. She swallowed the words that were already on the tip of her tongue and raised the corner of her mouth. "'Jaws'? 'Sixth Sense'? Is this the first choice that comes to your mind?"

There are countless movies of this genre, but why did Anson choose these two?

Anson spread his hands, "Okay, which ones would you choose?"

Scarlett thought about it carefully, "'Titanic'..."

Anson, "Hey, James Cameron might not want to classify this movie as a genre movie." Scarlett chuckled, "And 'When Harry Met Sally'."

Anson's eyes widened. "To be honest, I really don't think this movie is a genre film."

"If not, then what is it? An art film?"

"No, it should be an arty youth movie."

"Haha, what's that?"

"My point is that the distinction between genre films and art films is a concept and a label that the Hollywood industry puts on films. You see, 'Titanic' and 'When Harry Met Sally' are both genre films because they performed well at the commercial box office, but at the same time they are not typical genre films because Hollywood has tried to replicate their success but has never succeeded."

"No, I think it was somewhat successful. Is 'Sleepless in Seattle' a kind of continuation of 'When Harry Met Sally'?"

Chirping, you come and I go.

The thought box was opened at once, and Anson and Scarlett left the screening room while chatting, walking towards the seaside avenue outside.

Night has fallen and the sun has sunk below the horizon. The small town of Cannes is not as brightly lit as it is in the daytime. The hazy orange street lights support the night sky, giving the town a hazy and romantic ambiguous atmosphere. The air exudes a lazy and comfortable feeling.

This is a night suitable for chatting while drinking red wine and smoking cigarettes while sitting on an open-air roadside rattan chair, letting the bright night scenery flow through your fingertips.

As soon as I went out, a rolling hot wave mixed with the fishy smell of sea water hit me in the face, and all my pores opened instantly, as if I had bumped into a ball of scorching air.

At the same time, there was a rustling noise everywhere. At a glance, one could see people standing in groups of three or four in the cinema lobby and on the streets outside chatting. Although they were all journalists, film critics and other industry professionals, standing on the soil of the film festival, the mystery of the professionals was unveiled, and they were all simple movie lovers.

When people look at actors and directors, they often unconsciously put them in a high position because of the spotlight, but in fact, they are also ordinary people.

The same goes for journalists, film critics, distributors, etc., especially at film festivals.

"...Anson?"

A surprised shout came from the side, the voice was full of doubt as the person couldn't believe his eyes.

But the point is, Anson has an outstanding temperament and a tall and slender figure that is hard not to notice; plus, as night fell, Anson was no longer wearing sunglasses and lost his cover, making him recognizable at a glance.

After calling out, he couldn't help but repeat it again to emphasize it.

"Anson Wood?"

Brush brush.

Eyes gradually gathered around.

Before Anson could respond, a buzz of discussion was already brewing nearby.

"Who is that?", "She seems to be an actor too.", "I think she looks familiar."

Anson looked at Scarlett helplessly, "I'm sorry, I'm a burden now."

If it weren't for him, they wouldn't have been recognized.

Scarlett nodded. "Although I was mentally prepared, the speed was too fast, far beyond my expectations. So, dinner is yours later?"

Anson: "Haha, no problem."

Then, Anson met those gazes with a curious expression on his face, "You are not the first one to say that I look like him, so, am I really that much like him?"

(End of this chapter)

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