The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 965: In a trance
"...Dear passengers, flight from Amsterdam to New York..."

At the airport, the broadcast sounded, pulling Carl Levitt out of his immersive thoughts. He hurriedly packed up his laptop and prepared to board the plane, but the thoughts in his mind continued -

He is writing a film review about "Pirates of the Caribbean".

however.

My brain should have been thinking about "Pirates of the Caribbean", but my thoughts involuntarily recalled the images of the works of British director Peter Greenaway. As soon as the pictures appeared, I couldn't help but marvel.

Sure enough, every movie is different.

At the just-concluded Karlovy Vary International Film Festival, they held a retrospective for this director who dared to challenge visual image styles and take risks in organizing lens materials.

Compared with A-level international film festivals like Cannes, the Karlovy Vary International Film Festival held in a small Czech town is only B-level and is much inferior in all aspects; but Carl likes the Peter Greenaway retrospective they held this year.

This retrospective opened a door for Karl, allowing him to get to know a director he had heard of but had never paid enough attention to. His success at the Karlovy Vary International Film Festival was no less impressive than that at Cannes, making him fall in love with movies again. All the travel was worth it.

However, as a new generation of film blogger, this new self-media that has just emerged in the online world has obvious disadvantages compared with traditional media. Therefore, Carl is not qualified to be picky. As long as the organizer is willing to invite him and as long as the travel expenses can be reimbursed, he will be available at any time and cooperate with the organizer's work as much as possible, hoping to get more job opportunities.

Whether it is Cannes or Karlovy Vary, they are both rare opportunities for Karl.

After finishing his work in Karlovy Vary, Karl prepared to go to North America.

First, go to Washington, where there is a film festival dedicated to screening documentaries; then to Nantucket, Massachusetts, where there is a film festival focused on screenwriter narratives; and then to Seattle, where there is the longest film festival in North America, which lasts for a full three weeks.

Finally, it depends on the time. I don’t know if he can catch up with the Los Angeles International Film Festival. If not, he will go to Montreal, where there is a film festival that focuses on fantasy, horror and science fiction.

The trip is full.

However, this is still not all——

A film festival is a film festival, and it mainly focuses on art films, independent films, classic restorations, special genre films, etc.; commercial genre films cannot be left behind either, especially now that it is the summer season, and all kinds of commercial blockbusters are making their debut, so Carl must pay attention to them in time.

Of course, this can also be considered a way to relax in a busy work schedule.

It's not easy to watch art films all day long, but Carl believes that occasionally watching some mindless popcorn is good for mental health.

"Pirates of the Caribbean" is pretty good and worth watching.

What is a little surprising is that Johnny Depp's gloomy, weird, evil and dark tones actually give the film a unique touch of brightness, giving the originally ordinary pirate movie a new lease of life and creating a different appeal.

Carl has a hunch that this summer season might be a little different because of the sudden emergence of "Pirates of the Caribbean".

Carl couldn't help but have a bold idea: what would happen if Anson starred in "Pirates of the Caribbean"?

It's not Orlando Bloom's role, but Johnny Depp's role. Even though Anson is still too young, and even though if Anson joins the film he will probably be offered the vase role of Orlando Bloom and not Johnny Depp's role, Carl still can't help but imagine it.

Carl always felt that Anson's rebellious and stubborn temperament was so complex that there was potential for further exploration.

Board the plane, stow your luggage, and take your seat.

Carl was just about to turn on his computer and continue his busy work, but he was two beats late to realize that the Washington Film Festival had booked him a business class flight - a long-distance flight across the Atlantic, where he could get a good night's sleep.

Despite this, Carl couldn't help but sigh that it was worthy of being a film festival organized by the American Film Association, with great wealth and generosity.

Carl, who had long been accustomed to the cramped seats in economy class, looked left and right like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden. He couldn't help but look at it carefully and even ordered a glass of champagne with great interest.

Who would have thought that there would be welcome drinks in business class?

If he wasn't worried about his work soon, he might have started drinking like crazy.

Sure enough, the business class is different. There is welcome wine, seats that can be reclined for sleeping, ample space for legs to stretch out, a specially customized meal menu, a richer and more professional in-flight entertainment system, and you can also fly long distances with Anson Wood.

and many more.

Carl was stunned for a moment, a smile remained on the corner of his mouth, and he blinked his eyes: Wait, Anson Wood?

What on earth had he just seen?
Is it dazzling?
Carl slowly, slowly turned his head to look to his left, just like the doll in "The Exorcist" whose head rotated 360 degrees.

That man...he...wait...no way...but...this...

He was wearing a dark grey hoodie, which he put on to cover most of his face. His naughty curly hair could be vaguely seen sticking out lazily and messily. The dim light from outside the cabin window sprinkled in, vaguely outlining his tall nose and casting a small shadow.

Low-key and restrained, yet still unable to hide her unique and radiant temperament.

Karl's brain completely stopped working, staring blankly at the man in front of him, forgetting his heartbeat, forgetting his breathing, and even forgetting his own existence.

How did all this happen?
So, was this his imagination? Just like a child's imaginary friend, he was just imagining Anson playing the captain in the Pirates of the Caribbean, and then his imagination was projected into real life, and Anson was sitting next to him?

Is this possible?

Karl held his breath, and only then realized that his eyes were too hot, like a pervert, and this was not good.

Carl quickly shifted his gaze and looked around——

No agent, no assistant, no security, no entourage, nothing, just Anson all alone.

Is this possible?

Carl was a little skeptical and couldn't help but begin to doubt his own judgment.

Then, after going around in circles, his gaze shifted again and fell on that profile.

But this time, Carl was worried that his gaze was too strong, so he covered it up and stole a glance with the corner of his eye.

Could it be an ordinary person who looks similar to Anson?
No, who can look like Anson!

Moreover, the more he looked at it, the more it resembled the real person. Carl believed in his own judgment, and a surge of excitement and blood rushed to his head, and he grabbed his throat.

What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? It seems to be really Anson!
(End of this chapter)