Bang, the cylindrical can containing the food fell to the ground and rolled to the corner, and the liquid inside suddenly spilled out. He hurriedly chased after it and hid for several days and nights and finally found something to eat. wasted.
But he stopped after only a few steps, and then began to tremble slightly. He didn't know when a neatly dressed German officer stood in front of him. He looked at the other party numbly, not even listening to what the other party asked.
"Who are you?" the officer asked again. "Can you understand?"
"Yes." He replied dully with one word.
"What are you doing?" the officer continued.
"I just want... I just want to open the can..." He stuttered, not knowing what the other party would do with him.
"Where do you live?" The other party asked blankly, "Do you work here? What is your occupation?"
"I'm... I used to be a pianist." He still replied dully, looking at each other numbly.
"Pianist?" The officer seemed to laugh, then took a deep breath and walked to a door, tilting his head toward him: "Come on."
Behind the door is a messy room, but there is a grand piano in this room. After waiting for him to limp in, the officer walked to the piano and tilted his head again: " bomb."
He obediently pulled up the chair and sat down in front of the piano, maybe it was lucky to touch his favorite piano again before they killed him. He looked at the black and white keys and imagined how to play them, then put his stiff fingers on them, and after a while, he finally played the first note.
At the beginning, it was a little stiff, but as the body and mind were fully immersed in it, the music became more and more smooth, and the emotions contained in it became more and more intense. This Chopin's "Ballet No. 1 in G minor" is most vividly vented.
Angela, who was sitting in the seat, couldn't help but close her glasses at the moment. Although I spent a lot of time editing this scene because I wanted Brody to play along with the music, the actual effect was undoubtedly excellent. This should be the most outstanding part of the whole film. It was the right decision to play Ballade No. 1 in G minor by myself.
However, she wanted to smile a little bit now, and she was still half as good as Polanski herself.
As Spearman, who sat in front of the piano again after the catastrophe on the screen, began to play music with the conductor's gesture, the lights in the projection hall gradually brightened a lot, because the opening and ending have not been added, so Here is the end. The small hall suddenly fell into an annoying silence, and then the next second, warm applause rang out, and everyone stood up clapping and looked over to where Angela was sitting.
The sudden applause made Angela a little confused, but she quickly reacted, stood up and nodded slightly to everyone, but her face was very calm and there was no expression.
"Congratulations, you are a genius." When the crowd started to end, Spielberg, a special guest, came to Angela with a complicated expression and stretched out his hand, "You have done an excellent job, no one can It's amazing to be able to make a film like this at your age."
Holding his hand, Angela smiled bitterly: "Actually, I have some regrets now."
"Regret?" Spielberg was stunned and puzzled, "Why?"
"Before I started shooting, a lot of people persuaded me, they said: Look, Spielberg has been preparing for ten years, don't you think you are too rash? At that time, I didn't take this to heart at all. , I always tell them that I have thought about a lot of things, and I believe that I am well prepared. However, I didn't realize until the final result appeared in front of me..." Angela paused and looked at the white screen with a mixture of self-deprecating expressions. With a wry smile, "This movie is great, I have absolutely no doubts about it. But... If I were to make it in a few years, it would definitely be better than now... "
In fact, Angela herself doesn't know what the difference is with the original version. She gave full play to her advantages in color and shot conversion, and the editing is basically smooth without any problems. That difference is all about a feeling, or to put it more ideally, the lack of a guru vibe in the film.
"You're so arrogant, at least I couldn't make this kind of work when I was in my twenties." Spielberg tapped her on the shoulder, "Anyway, your facts are enough to make those months go. The voices of doubt that came have shut up."
"I believe this." Angela nodded and sighed in her heart. Even if the movie had so few flaws, it would still be insignificant given her age, which was considered a kind of luck.
"If I donate the proceeds of this movie to your Holocaust foundation, you won't say no, will you?" the girl said.
Spielberg immediately smiled and nodded: "It's an honor."
Angela, who was about to go home after coming out of the small hall, was stopped by Ed again: "Congratulations, Angie, a very shocking movie, you did a great job and surprised everyone."
"I love listening to this flattery, is there anything else?" Angela said jokingly, who was in a slightly recovered mood.
"Do you still want to hear it?" Ed squeezed his chin with a smile, "Okay, let me think about it, I heard two senior producers talking when I was leaving, and they said that Miss Genius once again created a miracle. It's unprecedented that a 19-year-old girl can do this... terrifying."
"Fortunately, I thought they would say that I am... a demon or something." Angela shrugged, then changed the subject: "Okay, talk about you, I think it's nothing more than arranging a public screening or something."
"Don't plan to listen more? The only invited film critic said a lot of good things." Ed asked deliberately.
"Ed!"
"Okay, okay," the other party raised his hands, "as you said, about the premiere and the release."
"Remember I said before that this movie doesn't schedule a premiere. As for the reason, you should know." Angela spread her hands.
"Yes, but there is a problem with the release, it's Christmas in a few days, and then it's New Year. We can only arrange the release time between these two festivals. In terms of subject matter, this time is not flattering - even before This movie has been debated because of you."
"So what's your arrangement?" Angela folded her arms.
"Scheduled in early January of the millennium, when people reminisce from the festival, they will definitely be curious to go to the cinema to see what the controversial film made by Miss Genius is like." Ed explained. "You know, it's very difficult for this kind of film to achieve much success at the box office. As a businessman, I have to squeeze as much commercial value as possible from it."
"I understand," Angela nodded, "so... can we schedule a premiere in some theaters later this month
Ed immediately raised his eyebrows: "What is your goal?"
"Of course, you might as well guess whether they will nominate me again for best director, and whether they will award me this statuette." Angela smiled and shrugged. She doesn't care that others see her as "making movies for utilitarian purposes", as long as she knows what she is doing.
"No problem." Ed nodded immediately.
As Christmas is approaching, cities across the United States have begun to show a festive atmosphere, and tall Christmas trees have been erected in major shopping malls. Still, of course, the humid East Coast is far more festive than the warmer West Coast.
However, even if there are no snowflakes on the west coast, it still has its own attractive things. For example, if you are strolling on the streets of Los Angeles near Hollywood, maybe you will meet "Forrest Gump" around the corner. In the restaurant, "Hannibal" is savouring tomato-laden pasta with contentment.
This time is always the time when gossip is rampant, not to mention the premieres of the movies that are released because they want to get a piece of the pie in the Christmas schedule, just the festive trips of the stars are enough for the paparazzi to write about- If they caught the stars.
However, on the eve of Christmas in 1999, all the gossip and scandals temporarily gave way to Miss Genius, and the cause was the only one who was invited to participate in the preview of "The Pianist", "New York Times" film critic Raphael K. A review by Richie.
"There are no rock-falling plots, no dramatic scenes, or even ideology, there is only cold cruelty, real cruelty that cannot be ignored.
Angela didn't use too many fancy techniques to show what to explain or criticize. She just told a story in a plain way, a story that happened only fifty years ago.
From beginning to end, the film looks at the damage of World War II to Poland and Polish Jews from the perspective of a bystander, with very little dialogue and no heroic words. Jews, good and bad; Poles, good and bad; Revolutionaries, good and bad; German Nazis, good and bad.
It's not a movie a woman can make, or a movie a young man can make, but it's definitely from Angela Mason. I don't know what to say, I don't know what she thinks, but one thing is for sure, those who have questioned her should shut up. "
As soon as this article was published, it caused a sensation again. You must know that the controversy caused by the beginning of the year has not completely subsided until now. Many people don't believe how well a 19-year-old girl can film that period of history. Apart from not allowing outsiders to point fingers at the quarrel with the European media, one of the important reasons is that the other party fires the map gun first, but the American media is defending it. Angela did seem a little lacking in confidence.
In fact, if it weren't for Raphael Creech's reputation in film critics and his scathing and unforgiving language, most people would probably disagree.
Since he wrote such an article and declared at the end that those who questioned can shut up, then the film of Miss Genius must have merit, and many critics are cautious that it is not easy to comment too much since the film has not been released yet. Of course, there were also hints that someone might have received Angela's favor, but Raphael just wrote the sentence in an understated column: wait and see.
European media, on the other hand, have far fewer issues to consider. Although there are many people who also think that it is better to comment on the film after it is released, there are still many people who dismiss it. The more reserved will say something, perhaps Miss Angela's appetite for Mr. Raphael; As a result, it is inevitable to cause quarrels on both sides of the Atlantic again.
However, the protagonist of the argument is now leisurely staying in grandpa's manor and preparing Christmas gifts with his family. This year, his parents changed their schedule and still spend Christmas at grandpa's house and New Year's at grandpa's house. This is normal, nothing is set in stone, just waiting for the paparazzi who want to dig news in New York will inevitably be depressed, but who cares about them
Don't think that you can sit back and relax by hiding in your grandfather's manor, not to mention the more powerful British paparazzi, and relatives in the family have to ask her about it.
"Don't always say this, okay? Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, can't you let me have a good Christmas?" Angela walked with her aunt with a sullen face.
"Who asked that Mr. Raphael to write the movie review immediately." Julia said sarcastically.
Angela couldn't help but pouted. Raphael called and apologized as soon as he made the comment. He said that he was also one of the doubters at the time, so he couldn't help but write his feelings. The girl can only say nothing, after all, when he was invited to participate in the preview, there was no mandatory requirement not to reveal the plot.
The result is that Raphael is said to be his own gunman, which is really a disaster.
"Wait and see, there will be screenings in several theaters after Christmas, and we'll know when that time comes." Angela mumbled, then changed the subject: "To be honest, aunt, it's too cold, you shouldn't come out Hair dryer."
"It's okay, dear, it's only three weeks." Julia smiled and pulled her hat, then gently stroked her belly through her clothes, "Don't be so nervous, there's no hair dryer now."
Julia was diagnosed with pregnancy half a month ago, and her uncle was so happy that he deliberately stopped his work to accompany his wife for two weeks—although he often worked from home. I have to say that their efficiency is still very high, and Angela specially sent a few sets of customized maternity clothes to express her feelings.
"Anyway, be careful and be careful, your body is the most important thing." Angela nagged a little bit, just like when she learned that her mother was pregnant. Julia burst out laughing, put her arms around her shoulders and said nothing, but the girl suddenly said again: "I don't know what Lulu will think."
"You don't think we're going to leave her alone, do you?" Julia said with a laugh.
"Do you think that in my heart, my uncle and aunt are such people?" Angela raised her eyebrows, then shrugged: "I'm just worried that the little guy might think too much."
"If she thought that, she wouldn't be my niece." Julia laughed.
At this moment, a giggling sound came from a distance, followed by a few little ghosts who threw snowballs at each other and appeared in front of them. Xia Xia and Ike were in the lead. They were running away, and from time to time they would rub snowballs from the ground to fight back. Lulu and Wei Li were chasing after them.
Poor Ike, Angela shook her head in her heart. Most of the women in the family and the existence of her super role model made the younger sister lively and the younger brother quiet, so Ike was always the target of bullying in these jokes.
However, he seems to have changed a bit since he started school this year. At least now he and Xia Xia are at a disadvantage, but there is no sign of losing. You must know that in the past few years, whoever played a snowball fight with him was basically finished.
"It looks like you guys are having a good time." Angela inserted a few steps into them, deliberately blocking the sight of both parties.
"Hey, Angie." Xia Xia jumped up happily and hugged her. Basically, as soon as Lulu came to London, Xia Xia would be invited to play. The two little girls were so good that they were almost glued together.
"I haven't seen each other for half a year. It seems that I have grown taller." Angela squatted down and touched her head affectionately, then leaned back alertly and raised her index finger: "Don't try to mess around."
Xia Xia couldn't help but pouted and muttered, "It won't kill you if you take a bite."
Angela rolled her eyes at her, then took her brother into her arms: "Ike, you look great today."
"Of course!" The younger brother rarely showed a proud look and puffed out his small chest, "I will also improve."
Suddenly, two balls of snowballs hit Angela's back, followed by Lulu and Willie's voices: "Ike is bragging again, don't hide behind my sister and come out and let's have a try!"
Ike immediately pouted, probably thinking that he had to relax again in front of his sister, Angela sighed in her heart, pinched her brother's face, stood up and turned to look at the two arrogant boys over there. Guy: "Are you provoking?"
"Wow, does someone want to do it himself?" Lu Lu was still screaming, not seeing Xia Xia's sympathetic look at all.
"To deal with you here, it seems that I don't need to do it myself." Angela raised her eyebrows, put her fingers to her lips and made a sharp whistle, and the two shepherd dogs wandering in the distance immediately flew over. .
"Bobbie, Hulu," Angela raised her hand and pressed it down, "Watch them!"
The big dogs immediately circled around Lulu and Willie. They were very humane, and they wouldn't have any drastic movements, but they were also very annoying, making the two little guys scream in surprise and at the same time Julia and Xia. Xia and Ike laughed.
"I want to have my own big dog, and I want it to pester you." Lu Lu barked angrily.
"I'll wait, dear." Angela said with a smile, it seemed that she was indeed not the kind of little guy who would think too much.