The Greatest Showman

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Daisy Ridley stared at Renly Hall in front of her with seriousness. The complex emotions in those eyes were so rich, so turbulent, so delicate, yet so clear, they were presented one by one, as if Like a torrential rain, it poured out heartily, and face to face, she accepted all the shocks without reservation.

"Mr. Kind, you are a messenger sent by God." This is Fantine's sigh and praise.

"As long as I am alive, Cosette will not be harmed in any way." This is Jean Valjean's commitment and persistence.

However, in Jean Valjean's eyes, what Fantine saw was guilt and sadness, or pain and struggle. Fantine understood the scars in an instant, and only someone who's experienced it could really understand it. She recognized him, the mayor who kicked herself out of the factory, the turning point that brought her to this point.

Once, she hated him and wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood, because she believed that he was also a member of the countless ruling classes, stepping on the shoulders of the poor and enjoying wealth and glory; but now, she Feeling him, their souls are such a similar kind of people, those pains and commitments have re-evolved with different meanings.

She thought that he was an messenger sent by God, so she was willing to deliver Cosette; now, she knew that he was another self, and that Cosette would not suffer any harm under the protection of his wings.

Dai Qian didn't even realize it herself, so she slowly and slowly raised her right hand, trying to stroke the face, trying to smooth the sadness and pain between the eyebrows, trying to bridge the gap between the two people. When she lost herself with distance and distance, she just followed her performance instinct and completely entered Fantine's world.

She didn't know why she did it, or if it was the right thing to do. However, she still stretched out her right hand.

Then, Fantine caught a touch of forbearance and struggle in those eyes, and a trace of relief and relief flashed between her brows, as if the shackles tied to her soul loosened slightly. Fantine knew, she had guessed right, that they were the same kind of people, and then the smile on the corner of her mouth rose slightly.

...

Mark, who was sitting in the audience, watched every move on the stage intently.

It's a pity that under the distance, he couldn't capture the details of the performance clearly, and the delicate changes in his eyes and expressions completely disappeared in the halo of the stage.

Despite this, Mark still caught the surging breath, Fantine stretched out his right hand, Jean-Valjean lowered his eyelids and tilted his head, just stepping forward and retreating, but the contradiction and pain of the mood were changed. , as well as the bondage and repression of the soul, which are vividly outlined, hardly needing extra language, the resonance between Fantine and Jean Valjean fell deeply into Mark's heart.

Mouth full of bitterness, no way to vent.

From Javert's aggressiveness, to Jean-Valjean's sincere confession, to Fantine's death, in this dark society, all justice and morality, all integrity and truth have been completely distorted, and it seems that Even the angels can no longer continue to soar.

That kind of helplessness and powerlessness, that kind of anger and sadness, was brought into full play in the gaze of Fantine and Jean Valjean.

...

In an instant, just an instant, Fantine's right hand fell weakly, as if it could no longer hold it, she chanted slowly, "Hold my hand, the night is colder than ever."

Jean Valjean stretched out his hands, but paused for a moment, as if he did not dare to approach easily, his fingertips trembled slightly in the halo, but after all he mustered up his courage and instantly held Fantine's right hand. , "I will guard it warmly."

The corner of Fantine's mouth outlined a smile, the haggard and embarrassed lips seemed to be unable to support it, but the brightness in the depths of her eyes was so bright and moving, "Take my child, and I will give her into your hands. "

Jean Valjean's eyes flickered slightly, and a faint light filled his eyes. He almost couldn't bear it, but he still mustered up his courage and said firmly and powerfully, "I will protect her from the storm!" The shoulders that have been tightened again, the spine that has been straightened again, and the head that has been raised again, this time is not tense, but high-spirited, and once again found the faith and belief in survival.

"Cosette." Mark spit out the name involuntarily, twirling on the tip of his tongue, colliding between his teeth, and suddenly, the tears fell again, because of the sadness of Fantine's death, but also because of the joy of Jean-Valjean The cheer, but also because of the rekindled hope of happiness.

Fantine finally relaxed, the tension all over her body loosened, she turned her head slowly, looked at the endless darkness again, quietly, just so quietly, humming softly, " Jesus Christ, tell Cosette that I love her and that when I wake up, I will go to see her."

Singing and singing, the smile on the corner of the mouth rose, but it didn't have time to bloom, and it was frozen in the corner of the mouth forever.

Jean Valjean's hands tightened slightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hands could capture the signs of muscle tension, but there was no change in expression on that face, no sadness, no pain, and no mourning. , just staring deeply and deeply at Fantine, as if a part of the soul also disappeared forever with Fantine's slumber.

Even though there was no expression or even extra action, the vivid and mixed emotions began to slowly spread, making people feel the same way.

Then Jean Valjean gently raised his left hand

, closed his eyes for Fantine; gently raised Fantine's right hand and placed it on his chest, quietly feeling the beat of his heart. This is his promise, a promise never to give up.

The trembling in the careful movements revealed the pain of Jean Valjean. When the pain reached its extreme, it began to become numb. The emotions seemed to have calmed down, but only the conditioned reflex of the body could not hide it. The grief and despair that only Jean Valjean could savor.

There was a faint sound of sobbing in the entire Almeida Theater, but it was so forbearing and repressed, and even the movements of wiping away the tears seemed to be careful, that sadness, that pity, that sadness, slowly eased from the depths of the soul. It rises slowly, wrapping around the ankle, making people unable to break free, only to sink slowly.

The depth of the story, the charm of the characters, and the power of the performance have reached a perfect combination at this moment, hitting the chest of every audience heavily, leaving a lingering aftertaste, but I haven't waited for the emotions to calm down. The appearance of Wei set off a stormy sea!

Javert actually chased after him, Javert actually pursued and beat him furiously, and Javert couldn't wait to arrest Jean Valjean. How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how angry, how shameless! Fantine's body was still warm, and the smile on the corner of his mouth hadn't even had time to dissipate, but Javert couldn't wait any longer.

And what about Cosette? And what about Jean Valjean?

At this moment, the audience has completely entered the story of "Les Miserables", breathing with each character, feeling their fate, the ups and downs of emotions have completely lost control, and they are just concerned about Jean-Valjean's situation, the grief has not had time to calm down, and it exploded again because of the anger of leaving.

When he saw Javert's figure slowly emerging from the darkness on the left side of the stage, Mark almost jumped up. He wanted to remind Jean-Valjean loudly, and he wanted to reprimand Javert loudly, that helplessness. And anger, gushing out.

On the stage, the light shrouded in Jean Valjean and Fantine dimmed, while Javert made his grand debut in a halo, the darkness surging down like a tide, just a light and shadow. The scheduling of the characters clearly outlines the contrast between the position and power of the characters.

At the same time, the power contrast between the three characters has been subtly completed. The audience's emotions are pushed to the peak step by step, especially the strength and fragility of Jean Valjean in the light and shadow, and the connection is seamlessly completed.

Javert was like a messenger from hell, with his hands behind his back, staring at Jean Valjean coldly, as if standing on the commanding heights of law and morality, condescendingly judging the sinner in front of him.

"Jean-Valjean, we finally meet again." Javert swaggered across the entire stage, the spotlight moved little by little with his footsteps, and where he passed, the lights slowly turned on, and the entire stage slowly The ground brightened, but the light that enveloped Javert was still brighter.

As if... as if Javert was the righteous messenger standing in the light; and Jean Valjean was the shameless villain hiding in the dark corner. In this contrast, under Javert's high-raised head and incomparably sharp saber, it became more and more distinct, like a slow fire, which ignited the anger in the entire theater.

"Mr. Mayor?" Javert sneered, his sarcasm barely concealed, "However, you will soon have a new shackle (title)."

Jean Valjean turned his head, looked at Javert who was pressing forward, and answered loudly, "Javert, before you speak, before you drag me away as a slave..." He gently released Fang Fang. Ting's right hand was slowly placed on the quilt, and his gaze finally stayed on the haggard face for a moment, then he abruptly stood up, turned around, and walked away quickly, pulling the distance between him and Javert again. .

"Please listen to me." Jean-Valjean's spine was bent like this, in a trance, as if he had become that humble and lowly slave again, but his footsteps did not slacken at all, bursting out with beast-like vigilance, The original and savage aura showed its original appearance little by little.

Hidden under the mayor's sack, the truest of him is regaining his sight.

Now, he is Jean Valjean, but he is not the Jean Valjean who has nothing and has nothing to worry about. There is a child waiting for his protection, his care! He has regained faith and belief!

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