The evening breeze fluttered the curtains on both sides through the balcony, and Angela looked at Warsaw under the night with her arms folded. Although the night view here is not comparable to New York and London, it also has its own charm as a historical city.
Ding dong ding dong, the doorbell rang, Angela swept the messy hair around her ears, turned around and came to the door and opened it. Then she took a small start: "Mr. Itzhak... oh, Ian."
"What? Think I'm surprised I came to see you?" Perlman said with a smile.
"A little bit." Angela shrugged and pushed his wheelchair to the middle of the room: "Need something to drink?"
"A cup of hot water is enough." Perlman surveyed the room, "I basically don't drink drinks."
"Don't even drink tea?" Angela handed the water glass to him.
"Occasionally drinking black tea or green tea is good for the body." Perlman took a sip and put it on the coffee table.
"Indeed, it seems that I should also change my habit." Angela sat down opposite, "I often drink coffee, even a little addicted. Because I need to use it to refresh myself a lot, and I hate cigarettes."
Speaking of which, the girl pouted as if she didn't want to continue, so she changed the subject: "Tell me how it feels today? There are not many people outside the crew who can enter the set. How does it compare to Steven?"
Seeing her smiling face, Perlman couldn't help laughing: "You know, Angie, you are like a little girl right now, with 'Praise me' and 'Praise me' written all over your face."
"So what, don't forget that I'm only 19 years old this year." Angela said confidently.
"It's you who makes us forget your age, isn't it? However, you finally have a childish side, which will reassure many people." Perlman waved his hand with a smile, "Okay, no Speaking of this. I don't know how to direct a movie, so I can only tell you, as a layman, your handling is very good, and I suddenly have the urge to see this movie in the cinema. Besides... "
He paused before pressing and said, "You played the piano very well today."
"Thank you," Angela smiled slightly, although she was praised by the violin master, she was not too excited, "The directing work these days has given me a slightly intuitive understanding of that period of history, so I feel that Brody After I don't have the feelings I should have, I will let myself play and make a summary by the way."
"Anyway, your playing is very beautiful, as if you used all your strength to perform." Perlman sighed slightly, and then asked: "But why did you play it again? And it was deliberately played at the beginning. sound."
"Let's put it this way," Angela thought for a while, "I only figured out Spearman's mood when I played for the first time: I should have been confused and fearful of the German officers at the beginning; The anger and sadness for the misfortune of oneself and his family for his escape; at the end, he returns to reality, although he realizes that there is a German officer in front of him, but after the baptism of this tragic music, although there is still fear, Much weaker than it started."
Speaking of which, Angela spread her hands: "Although I integrated these feelings in my playing and resonated with everyone, I overlooked a problem: Mr. Spearman's physical fitness at that time. Even if his His musical literacy will not change, but his hands have been calloused by bricks and frozen in the severe cold, so it will never be smooth when he starts to play, but when he keeps playing and finds a familiar feeling, That problem doesn't exist anymore."
Perlman was silent for a while, and finally applauded gently: "I have to say, you are very careful."
"In fact, I visited Mr. Spearman before. Although his current physical condition is not optimistic, we still chatted a lot, and he has a positive attitude towards this bridge." Speaking of which, Angela seems to be After thinking of something, he suddenly added: "He said that failing to rescue William Hosenfeld from the prisoner of war camp was one of his biggest regrets."
Not knowing why she said that, Perlman had to cough and change the subject: "It's really a pity, that's how it is a lot of the time. But you did put a lot of effort into this movie, and you're very thoughtful. "
After a pause, he spoke again: "You know, today's piano performance made me even more regretful. I always thought that you might be the second Jacqueline Dupree."
"The second Jacqueline Dupree?" Angela looked at Perlman in surprise, "Did I hear it wrong or did you use the wrong word?"
"You heard it right, and I said it right," Perlman said with a smile. "A lot of the time..."
"No no no, Ian, no!" Angela interrupted Perlman with a rude wave of her hand, "You know, this is an exaggeration. You can say that I have reached Marta Agri. With the potential of Ms. Qi, you can also say that I have the possibility of catching up with Mr. Yehudi Menuhin, or even... You can say that I may be able to become the second Itzhak Perlman."
Speaking of which, the two of them couldn't help laughing, but Angela's face immediately changed: "But to say that I am the second Jacqueline Dupree... I don't deserve it. No one... No one can be like her... "
Angela made a few gestures and finally sighed: "Jacqueline is playing in a way that burns her life!"
"Although I listened to her music when I was very young, I didn't really know her until I was 6 years old. At that time I was involved in a lot of instruments, but I was only interested in all but the three best ones. I had a general understanding until I listened to her playing Elgar: Cello Concerto again," Angela recalled, "As others said, she made the cello break free from the constraints of the role, so it can be said that it was not her. , I won't be the cello after those three instruments."
Speaking of this, her tone began to become stern: "It's a pity that I couldn't see her, but she died in 1987, and when she left this world in loneliness, her husband had already established a new family."
"Well... about this, Angie, I want to say..." Perlman smiled wryly and wanted to say something, but Angela interrupted him with an unceremonious wave: "Don't defend Barenboim, Ian! I'm with most Brits on this point, he's only in love with Jacqueline's music, and he's a selfish and irresponsible man!"
Perlman made a rare roll of his eyes, raised his hand and still kept his previous wry smile.
"Actually," Angela's words suddenly changed, "if it wasn't for my influence, I would definitely find a way to block the damn movie "Crazy Cello"!"
"That was a really bad movie," Payuman agreed, frowning.
"Very bad? No, no, Ian, it should be shameless in my opinion!" Angela shook her head again and again, "I only watched this movie after the Oscars, although I heard that you have very good comments on this movie. It's bad, but I thought it wouldn't be too outrageous how bad it was. But I didn't expect it to be such a shameless movie!"
The corners of her mouth twitched into a mocking smile, making no attempt to hide her distaste for the film: "Sometimes I really want to drag Hilary Dupree into church and have her raise her hand in front of Christ. Then ask her if Jacqueline ever had sex with her husband! If a biographical film can be made with the most basic facts in the name of art, then can people make the same A Roosevelt with a head in the water, and then confidently tell the public that this is art?!"
Angela waved her hand vigorously: "I can imagine that when the children born in the 1990s grow up, you ask them: Do you know who Jacqueline Dupree is? They are likely to answer: It's the headless person who asked to share her brother-in-law. Unprincipled woman?"
Speaking of which, Angela snorted coldly: "Let's put it this way, Ian, Annand Tucker is the kind of man who fanatically supports the golden characters 'Man', once a woman has achieved results that no one can achieve And when there is no doubt, this kind of person will take a roundabout way to pick on other aspects, such as family and private life, and then infinitely magnify, proudly announce: Look, this is a woman, this is a genius."
As the girl ended with a fierce tone, the room became silent. Angela sighed softly, no wonder she would have such a reaction, the huge gender contrast in past and present life made her particularly sensitive to certain things. In fact, as long as it is a human being, once they have achieved something that no one else can achieve, some people will definitely try their best to destroy her or him. Think about Jacqueline Dupre, think about Michael Jackson.
Angela knew very well in her heart that if she hadn't had a sufficient family background, if she hadn't used the "Los Angeles Evening News" incident to make a quick warning, what she would have to face today would have been countless times more complicated.
Maybe I need something else. She said so to herself in her heart.
"Your reaction exceeded my expectations, Angie." Perlman opened his mouth softly, looking at the girl in front of him with concern.
"Sorry, I'm really a little too excited." Angela rubbed her nose a little embarrassed.
Then she seemed to remember something, got up and took out the violin, bowed slightly to Perlman, put the violin on her shoulders, put on the bow and pulled it up.
The melodious sound of the qin flowed from the bowstrings, slowly and sadly, as if to talk and sigh something. It's a pity that the song is very short, only about 2 minutes, and it doesn't sound very suitable for the violin tone.
"Very beautiful music, kind of classical but not all," Perlman said tastefully. "You wrote it?"
"This piece of music is called "Light and Shadow," and it was adapted from the first 2 minutes of Offenbach's "Jacqueline's Tears." I don't know who made it or where I heard it, but this sad melody really It's very attractive," Angela smiled with emotion, "It should have been played with a cello, but there is only a violin here, so I temporarily changed the way of playing."
"But it's still beautiful, isn't it?" Perlman's eyes fell on the violin in Angela's hand. "If I read it correctly, this violin of yours is likely to be in the hands of Pistoni."
"Yes, you're right, Ian," Angela handed the violin to him, "Mr. Pistoni made it by himself, my first violin, and my 5th birthday present. It's been more than ten years. Yes, the tone is just right, but it's still a lot worse than 'Mrs. Tanner'."
"'Mrs. Tanner'?" Perlman couldn't help blinking, and Angela realized that she seemed to have leaked.
"Well... that... yes, the 'Mrs. Tanner' from Stradivari is kept in my house... it was given to me by my grandfather when I was 18 years old." Angela said a little embarrassedly.
"Have you played with it? I mean how does it sound?" Perlman was suddenly interested.
"I played it once for my grandpa, you know, for such a long-established violin, the value of the collection is greater than the use," Angela said with a smile, "As for the tone, from my point of view, it should be the same as Menu The 'Saul Strady' that Mr. In gave you is comparable."
After a pause, she suddenly sighed: "I'm really sorry that Mr. Menuhin lives in New York, but I haven't visited him once."
"It's really a pity, may Yedi be happy in heaven." Perlman also sighed softly, and suddenly put Angela's violin on his shoulder, raised his hand, and a beautiful melody sounded, a brisk tune Transforming to give people a relaxed and happy feeling, the elegant and joyful music made Angela even want to stretch out her hands to command along with the rhythm.
"It's amazing, you deserve to be one of the best violinists." The girl immediately applauded after the music was over.
Perlman smiled slightly and handed the violin back to Angela: "How about you come and play it again?"
"Am I right?" Angela looked at him in surprise, "You asked me to pull the door? You asked me to pull the door in front of you?!"
"Just pull
That's it," Perlman smiled like an old urchin, "if you can't remember the sheet music, I have it there, and it won't take a few minutes to get it. "
"Are you going to laugh at me?" Angela exclaimed angrily, "You can't do this, Ian!"
"Could it be that the famous Miss genius has become so arrogant? To refuse an elder's request so mercilessly." Perlman laughed more and more sly, making Angela open his mouth and stare viciously he.
"Okay," she finally succumbed and picked up the violin with a bit of depression, "don't laugh at me!"
Perlman said goodbye to Angela and left Warsaw after three days of lingering, but Williams remained on set.
"I have to admit, you think about a lot of things," John said to Angela seriously, "I'm surprised what you did to make me impeccable, maybe... This movie will not be inferior to "Schindler's List" in the future. "
"I don't think so, John, I have more to learn to hate." Angela disagreed.
Although the filming has been going on for a month and a half, the progress is lagging behind the original plan, but it is not too far behind. It is really not enough to work overtime a few more times when shooting indoor scenes later. But the messy fragments brought about by thinking made her mind a little confused, especially thinking of John Rabe and Minnie Whitling through the ending of William Hosenfeld, which made her sigh at Xin Dele's luck, but also more and more hatred of war.
Although this slight confusion did not affect the filming of the film for the time being, Angela was still a little uneasy. It felt like she had just started learning how to ride a horse, and she might have let the horse loose at any moment.
Hold the reins well in your hands. After realizing this, Angela said to herself in her heart.
"So can I assume you've promised me the soundtrack for this movie?" she asked immediately.
"It's a pity, I thought I came to Warsaw to show my attitude." The helplessness in Williams' tone made it impossible to tell that he was pretending.
"Don't bully a girl like this, okay?" Angela snorted and glanced at him, "This is not what a gentleman should do."
"Okay, okay," Williams laughed. "I've got a rough draft. Would you like to play?"
"Me?" Angela was a little dumbfounded. She suddenly felt that it was a wrong decision to record the perfect version of "Ballet No. 1 in G Minor" that day. "It's impossible, John, you know that I'm also in charge of editing."
"Isn't that okay to only play the piano part?" Williams asked inexplicably.
"I don't know, after all, I hope this movie will be released by the end of the year." Angela shrugged helplessly.
You must know that she still has a lot of things to do. Although she has settled the record company with a collection and an EP, she has to go into the studio to record the EP, right? And "The Lord of the Rings" may start before the end of the summer vacation, although it may not necessarily start filming Legolas and the Fellowship of the Ring, but she has not started practicing bow and arrow so far.
"If you must ask me to play, I can only say if I can find some time when I see it." Angela finally said to Williams.
All in all, it would be great if filming could be completed by the end of July. It's a pity that sometimes the more you think about it, the less it will go. Angela unfortunately caught a cold while filming the scenes where Spearman was working on a construction site.
In order to highlight the changes of seasons in those scenes, there are sunny scenes and rainy or snowy scenes. When the fire truck was invited to "rain", because the setting was light rain, Angela observed carefully in order to Rather, he simply put on a raincoat prepared for the Germans and stood in the rain.
God knows how at night she starts to feel sick, then loses strength and wakes up with a fever.
(Note: About "Crazy Cello" or "She's Lonely Than Fireworks", in my opinion, it is indeed a very shameless movie, but it is almost completely inconsistent with Jacqueline's life under the sign of biography. "Schindler's Although there are artistic exaggerations in The List, Schindler did save so many people, which is the most basic fact.
Another: Jacqueline's "Light and Shadow", also called "Sorrow", what exactly happened, I couldn't find it online, so I made up a statement, don't take it seriously. )