The Greatest Showman

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The Levine in front of him was exhausted both physically and mentally. The thick exhaustion was conveyed through his clear eyes, and even his slightly frowning brows were so heavy that he could barely breathe, as if he could clearly feel the weight of gravity. Pressing firmly on that tall and straight shoulder, it outlines a touch of vicissitudes of sadness.

Jane's tongue was full of mixed flavors, a trace of anger, a trace of unwillingness, and a trace of absurdity. She thought her understanding was wrong, so she raised her tail and asked, "Are you tired?" After she said it, she was taken aback by herself. , that carefully faint soft tone revealed a little trembling, like a trembling at the top of the heart.

There was a bit of bitterness at the corner of Le Verne's mouth, and even the self-deprecating smile was not able to rise, and the eyelids dropped, the thick and slender eyelashes cast a shadow, covering the cyan shadow around the eye rims, deep weakness and despair. Still overflowing quietly, "Yes, I'm so tired."

The feeble voice is like a child worried about scaring the butterfly, approaching lightly, but the clumsy movement is still tense, which contradicts and harmoniously outlines a deeper level of abandonment and helplessness.

"I thought I just needed a good night's sleep, but...but maybe it's not enough." Levine's eyes stared blankly at Jane's abdomen, unconscious movements, the focus was not aligned at all, and said softly , the thoughts in his mind suddenly surged together, chaotic and disorderly, but he didn't care at this time.

He is really tired.

It's not just the exhaustion of long-distance running and wandering, but the exhaustion from the depths of the soul. Persevering and running all the way, he is finally tired like Mickey. Once, a night of deep sleep could recover, face life again, and create music again; but this time, he can't, and he can no longer move forward.

Raising his eyes again, Le Vern stared at Jane for a long time, his line of sight outlines the face of the woman in front of him little by little, and finally fell on the pair of watery eyes, looking at it carefully. Levine's calm eyes did not seem to have changed or made any sound, but he had already told all the stories.

This was the only time that Levine exposed his thoughts in front of Jane. His deep and fiery love, which had grown to the extreme, began to become fragile and sad.

Just, in a flash.

Jane didn't have time to catch it, and it was too late to investigate, and then Levine returned to calmness again, the same calmness, as if nothing had ever happened, which made Jane stunned for a while, and the flow of eyes revealed something. Slight vibration.

However, before Jane could speak, Levine continued to say, "But, thank you, thank you for your attempt." There was a faint choking in the depths of his throat, but it was well concealed, and his eyes gradually became darker. Deepening, he said, "I love you."

Jane was a little embarrassed.

Reflexively avoided his sight, but then turned his head again and looked at Levine in front of him.

She was almost deceived, this wasn't the LeVine she knew, and it wasn't the LeVine she once had an instant crush on, this was a complete loser, he didn't adapt to the mainstream market like Jim did, and he didn't To end a life in agony like Mickey did, just... give up.

Such Levine is too unfamiliar and too decadent.

She didn't like Levine like this, even disgusted.

In the past, Le Verne could not be liked, but also disliked. His talent, his talent, his artistic atmosphere, his romantic temperament, his arrogance, it seems that only by thoroughly hating him can he truly be To avoid liking him, Levine showed mercy all over Greenwich Village, and almost no one could reject him, even if his teeth were always itching with hatred behind him.

But now LeVine is disgusting.

"Please." Jane rolled her eyes and showed a ridiculous smile, as if seeing through Le Verne's prank plan.

Levine didn't speak, just looked at Jane quietly.

All the youth in those eyes converged, but revealed a tragic determination and bitter helplessness, which penetrated all the armor and masks, and was deeply projected into the depths of Jane's eyes. But it was already a tsunami, the sadness, powerlessness, sigh and sadness, but it turned into a smile that was relieved, no need to argue, but it was calm.

A look is worth a thousand words. Time stopped again in an instant, and it was like smoke.

"Card!"

Joel Cohen's voice came over, breaking the mirror of the drama, and everyone woke up and returned to reality.

In the narrow apartment, there is a bitter and dull atmosphere, as if an incomparably long journey has just ended, scarred, physically and mentally exhausted, and all thoughts are gone. She fell asleep, and fell asleep for a long time.

Not sad, not painful, but breathless.

It's LeVine's story, and no one really knows what LeVine went through; it's LeVine's life, and no one really knows how LeVine got here. But all this is no longer important, even the hardships and difficulties of chasing dreams are no longer important, the only thing that matters is life.

The ubiquitous pressure of reality swarmed, bit by bit crushing Le Verne's arrogance, bit by bit polishing Le Verne's edges and corners, and then that radiant, brilliant ballad

Singers are annihilated bit by bit in the torrent of the times, and finally become a mediocre member of the vast crowd.

In a trance, it reminds people of Vincent Van Gogh, the genius who struggled all his life, and finally died in depression and struggle. During his lifetime, he could not even sell a single painting. He was starved and cold, and he was displaced; after his death, his creations influenced the works of art for a whole century.

In the story of "The Moon and Sixpence", Strickland gave up his seemingly enviable job just to paint.

Without any foundation in painting, he just likes to paint. In the eyes of outsiders, he is completely crazy, and no one can understand his choice. But he finally found himself, bloomed all the dawn of life in the madness, and finally died like a tramp in a remote mountainous area.

Now, so does LeVine Davis.

Under the pressure of the world, completely lost his way, gave up persistence, gave up himself, and pulled away from pride and personality, the Levine-David who sang "Hang me, oh, hang me" loudly s is dying.

It was all so cruel, so cruel, so terrible. The unspeakable but lingering sigh is suffocating.

Everyone can find their own figure in Levine. In order to live, what have they compromised and what have they given up? After all, they still lose their truest self. Who am I, where did I come from, and where am I going? These are the questions I have been thinking about all my life. Le Verne once had the answer, but now he is lost again.

A performance shows a life.

One look shows a world.

One character, but alluding to everyone.

A faint melancholy pervaded the entire apartment, surging gently.

As a result, the staff began to move unconsciously one by one, but they just kept spinning in place, and then they had nothing to do, making trivial noises, diverting their attention, and returning their emotions from the drama back to reality little by little , down-to-earth to feel the reality of reality.

But the commotion only lasted for a moment, and then it gradually quieted down. Everyone fell into their own thoughts thoughtfully, recalling the memory fragments of the past carefully. Everyone has their own story, which reflects In Le Verne, there is a different face.

"Very good, the scene just now was excellent. No problem! Let's pack up our tools and move on to the next filming location." Joel's voice rang out untimely, breaking the silence in the air, but then Joel realized that magic seemed to be cast in the apartment, no one moved and no one responded.

The Coen brothers have never been masters at deciphering performances.

Joel can feel the power of performance, just like the previous performance video of Pioneer Village, but for the director, what he needs is more of an emotion. As long as the emotion is in place, this is enough. As for further digging the performance. The deep meaning hidden in the story, and the support between the performance and the plot, are not his forte.

Rather than focusing on the actors' performances, the Coen brothers are better at building the entire scene.

Therefore, Joel could feel that Renly's performance was good at this time, but he lacked some touches. He was impatient again, looked around, and shouted anxiously:

"This scene was shot six times before it ended. We have spent the whole morning here, and now we have finally found the perfect performance. We can call it a day. Is there no one to respond? Don't care at all?"

This time, the magic was finally lifted.

The staff began to move, and the sound began to sound again, but it still seemed a little dull. It was not like finishing one part of the work and going to the next part. It was more like packing up and heading into the distance, with mixed feelings of anticipation and anxiety, anxiety and excitement. It is difficult to describe with a simple word.

Joel let out a long breath, turned to look at Ethan, and asked with a puzzled face, "What the hell is going on?"

Ethan's understanding was more delicate and vivid. He could vaguely understand the deep meaning of the performance just now. It wasn't specific enough, but it was shocking enough.

For Joel's hindsight, Ethan has long been used to it and doesn't care at all. He waved his hand, "It's okay, maybe it's because it's too cold outside, and everyone doesn't want to go out, so the movement is a little slower."

Joel thought about it seriously and agreed.

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