As night falls, the airport lobby has lost its usual liveliness and prosperity. Even if flights take off and land non-stop at night, the incoming and outgoing tourists cannot fill the empty halls that appear to be empty because the shops are closed.
In the corner near the observation deck on the east side, a man and a woman were sitting at a small table surrounded by candlelight, looking like they were on a date. The man is about forty years old. Although it looks simple and clumsy, it gives people a sense of security; the woman can't tell her age, and her long brown hair is draped over her shoulders and has an indescribable mature style.
After enduring the performance of the unfocused waiter and the non-professional funny old man, the man in the conversation coughed dryly, trying to distract the other party's attention: "So, how is the baker?"
"Forget it, this is a silly story." The woman smiled and shook her head.
"No, please." The man said earnestly in a pleading tone.
"Sorry, Victor, no one cares how the croissant was invented." The woman continued to smile and shake her head. "I bet even the Romanians wouldn't care."
"I care, it's history, it's a fact." Although Victor was a little embarrassed, he aggravated his tone.
The woman stared at him for a few minutes, and then said with a faint self-deprecation: "I'm 39 years old, Victor."
"No way?!" Victor looked surprised.
"Yes." The woman replied affirmatively.
"No way." Victor repeated the previous sentence, but his tone became affirmative.
"It's a fact." The woman replied with the word he had said earlier.
"You must not be." Victor looked at her and said stubbornly.
After a few seconds of silence, the woman laughed lightly, and the self-mockery between her eyebrows made her mature style more attractive: "I tell others that I am 33 years old, and the men I date think I am only 27, but no, I myself It's been 39."
"So what, I was 39 years old too." Victor said after thinking about it.
The woman sighed deeply and her expression became a little dazed: "I started working for an airline when I was only 18 years old. I have been doing this for more than 20 years, so now everything doesn't need to be covered up anymore. That's me. My address book is divided by city, and my pager always rings while I'm eating."
Although she kept smiling, the faint sadness still lingered.
"You can, choose to turn off your pager." Victor shrugged somewhat honestly.
"I wish I could, I've been waiting for a call for 7 years and I know it's coming, Victor. That's why I don't want to turn it off, that's why I always stay in hotels, Keep my suitcase ready at all times. If he wants to spend the weekend with me, I can go any time." The self-deprecating and sad look on the woman's face grew stronger when he said, "Yeah, I've been waiting my whole life, it's just I don't know who I'm waiting for."
She murmured, with indescribable mockery and exhaustion in her smile, not knowing whether she was doing it for herself or for the person she was waiting for. A feeling of vicissitudes suddenly poured out from her, as if this beautiful and mature woman had many unknown stories, and the picture was frozen here.
"Cut!" Spielberg, who was watching all this from behind the camera, shouted in a voice of approval, while giving a thumbs up to the men and women on the set, followed by a burst of applause.
With a sigh of relief, Hanks smiled and nodded to the people around him. When he turned his eyes to Angela in front of him, he was stunned again. Angela, who was sitting on the chair, lowered his eyelids and looked down at him. Facing God, there was no expression on his face, and he remained motionless as if his soul was no longer in his body.
Hanks knows what's going on. Since this time, every time Angela finishes filming, she will take a few seconds to free herself from her previous emotions, but it seems to be a little longer today? He was about to shout a few times when a figure came to Angela's back, and at the same time raised a finger in his mouth and made a silent motion.
After seeing the visitor clearly, Hanks nodded and then got up and left lightly. Speaking of which, he sometimes envied Angela for having such a caring assistant. Not to mention anything else, she only had to think of something. The assistant handed the thing to her hand before speaking, and you can see how tacit understanding they are between them, well, they just don't like to laugh with a cold face.
After another half-hour, Angela's long exhalation finally came back to her senses. Although she rubbed her face with her hands to cheer herself up, the tiredness between her brows was still clearly visible, and Alizee, who was behind her, handed her the cup of water for the first time. on hand.
"Thank you, Lily," she whispered as she took the cup, took a sip, and stood up.
"I think you should ask Mr. Steven to temporarily give you a few days off, you know, you've been in a daze for longer and longer." Although Alizee's tone was as flat as ever, the worry was not very hidden. it is good.
"Don't worry, I have more shots during this time, so the more time I have to maintain the performance state, the more time I have to recover." Angela, who walked towards the director, chuckled lightly. Said he didn't seem to care.
"Nice job, Angie, this is probably the best performance you've ever done! And it's perfect in one shot!" Spielberg gave a thumbs up again, and he couldn't help it. Xiao Xiao sighed: "If only you were so good and perfect before, I almost wanted to go back and re-shoot your shots just now."
There is of course a reason for him to say this. Although Angela swore at the beginning that she could act like a 39-year-old woman should be, it is another matter to actually shoot it. At that time, the first shot took 50 NGs to barely pass the test, which basically broke Angela's NG record when she made a movie.
However, Spielberg didn't say anything because he just directed to continue shooting, and Angela also didn't say anything and continued to act. After more than ten scenes of NG repeatedly in this way, she finally caught the feeling and immersed herself in it. Although some scenes still take more than ten times to pass, no one can say that Angela is standing in front of the camera. There is something that doesn't fit the role of the script, the amorous feelings between the eyebrows and the eyes that seem to flash occasionally, as if seeing through something, are completely a 39-year-old mature woman.
And the few scenes shot today are the most important parts of the whole movie. She not only passed it once and performed it perfectly, it is no wonder that Spielberg will give a thumbs up.
"I was taken aback when I got the revised script. Angela chose such a challenge for herself and Steven agreed. It was a joke!" Hanks said, "Even if As the filming progresses and you get better and better, the thought still occasionally swirls around in your head, but today it can be completely gone.”
"Frankly speaking, the makeup artist Mr. Cliff gets half the credit. I was shocked when I first saw how I looked after I had put on my makeup. I didn't look like a young girl in my early twenties in the mirror. "Angela said with a smile, "Dyeing hair is a very clever trick. The most striking features are changed and naturally accept other aspects."
"Okay, Angie, humility is a virtue, but too much humility is pride." The old man laughed, "No one can deny your acting skills, just based on the previous scene, I think you absolutely won the Oscar. The strength of the heroine."
Having said that, he waved again: "Okay, let's rest for a few minutes before continuing."
After the people around him dispersed, Spielberg took a few steps closer to Angela's side and whispered, "If you want to rest, I don't mind giving you a few days off, Angie."
Angela raised her head and raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Why, did someone tell you something?"
"Don't forget, I'm a pretty good director, so I have to know the situation of the actor at any time," the old man smiled, "The substitution method is indeed an excellent acting skill, but if the substitution is too deep, it will not come out. It would be too bad to come."
After being silent for a few seconds, Angela smiled slightly: "Don't worry about you, Steven, I know it in my heart. If I really need it, I will definitely ask for leave. It's written in the contract."
Spielberg was about to say something, but after thinking for a few seconds, he finally nodded: "Okay."
Angela knows what he didn't ask. After all, at the age of 23, she can almost flawlessly interpret the mature style of a 39-year-old woman, especially the kind of vicissitudes that can almost be said to naturally exude a sense of vicissitudes, no matter where and when. It's something worth exploring, even if she's given enough surprises.
When I was a little girl, I read a lot of famous novels. Although I didn't quite understand it, I liked to replace myself as the heroine. Over time, I had my own understanding of what a mature woman should look like. Angela has already thought of the answer, although this is not an impeccable excuse, but she has already had directing work far beyond her age, so people will accept this rhetoric - in fact, they just want a rhetoric.
In fact, I just ran through the decades in my mind once. Angela said so in her heart. Some things are like balloons filled with water hanging in the corner. If you ignore it, it will hang there forever and be ignored day after day; but if you poke it with a needle, the water will crash. It flows out, so fierce that you can't help but spin around.
In any case, Spielberg, who chose not to ask, made Angela a little more favorable, and he was more involved in the next shooting, especially without those scenes that made people or her troubled.
In fact, the movie "Happy Terminal" doesn't have any passion scenes, even kiss scenes are very rare. The number of kisses between the male and female protagonists is only once. The reason why Angela put forward several points together was to emphasize the last point. She didn't want to kiss men anyway, so dislocation shooting was her bottom line.
However, when Spielberg filmed the only kiss scene between the male and female protagonists, he did not use a borrowing method but re-adjusted it. When Emilia was surprised and delighted by Victor's hand-made fountain with various materials, Victor came behind her and gently grabbed the woman's shoulders, and then extended the back shot.
In this way, even though the male and female protagonists in the whole film are not even too close, the affection between them seems more and more real, especially this scene interprets that implicit beauty vividly.
"Frankly, I'm really not used to hiding the feelings of men and women so deeply in the camera," Spielberg said jokingly after finishing the scene, "but it feels good to do it once in a while."
Although the progress was so smooth, in late September, Angela was ordered by Spielberg to go home to rest, because her trance was getting longer and longer after the shutdown. This is not surprising. It is not an easy job to take back all the things that flowed out after puncturing the balloon, not to mention that these memories are so many and so disorganized, it is inevitable that they will be missed, and they must have some influence on her—yes Whether it's good or bad, even Angela herself doesn't know, but at the worst time, when she finished filming and went to the studio to supervise the later stages of "Queen", she would stare at the screen in a daze.
Therefore, even if Angela repeatedly said that she was fine, even if she reminded the other party that there were still a few scenes to complete her own scenes, Spielberg still politely and firmly asked her to go home.
"Whether it is for yourself or the crew, please rest for a few days." The old man said so.
In this case, Angela could only return home unhappy.
The melodious music flowed rapidly and slowly in the room from time to time, and you could hear how disturbed and disturbed the person who was playing was. The last note was pressed heavily, Angela withdrew her hands and sighed in a trance.
There was a knock on the door, and Annie, who was carrying a plate, then appeared at the door: "Your black tea."
"Thank you, Annie." Angela suddenly put on a soft smile.
Annie walked up to her silently, put the cup on the piano stand, looked at Angela and sipped, and then asked softly, "What happened during this time? Sometimes you don't care what you do. of.
"It's nothing, Annie, a little trouble." Angela smiled and took a sip of the lipstick tea. "Today's black tea tastes better than before. Is there a new way of doing it?"
"Same as before," Annie looked directly into her eyes, "Lily told me about your recent situation. Is there something on your mind or something? Or... thinking about them... I mean thinking about who?"
After a pause here, she asked half-jokingly, "Because I can't be with you for a long time now, so what's on your mind and don't tell me anymore?"
However, Angela didn't smile. After a long while, she took Annie's hand and squeezed it gently: "It's okay, really."
She took a long breath and made several gestures: "You know, even though it has been a year, I still dare not think about it, otherwise... it will be very painful. I can live a little better, but after the momentary pleasure, the rest is more trouble... I feel that I have lived for so long but I don't know what to do with myself. Emilia is at least waiting for someone, even if Hopeless, what about me?"
"Don't do this, Angie," Annie bit her lip, "at least... at least we're still with you, at least Mr. Jared and Mrs. Elena and Willie and Ike are still with you."
Angela stared at Annie for a long time, then suddenly giggled: "Okay, I'm just a little emotional, it's normal for people to think about things when they get older. It's normal. Well, no fuss."
"Aging?" Annie twitched the corners of her mouth, unable to cry. "Angie, this joke is not funny."
"I'm not joking. If you want to count, I'm almost in my fifties," Angela waved her hand nervously. "Well, people in their fifties still look like this. I really failed."
"What are you talking about, Angie?" Annie frowned worriedly, "Don't you... get too deep into the heart of the character you want to play, and then you can't extricate yourself?"
Angela suddenly put away her smile, looked at Annie again and hummed a little self-deprecatingly. This humming seemed to contain a lot of complicated emotions, and it seemed that there was nothing but a simple self-mockery.
Then she reached out and squeezed lightly on her young housekeeper's face: "Don't worry, at least I know what I should do and what I am doing, at least I have to do this well."
Annie stood there in a daze and didn't say anything, just at this moment the intercom phone at the bedside rang, Angela walked over and pressed the speakerphone button, and a maid's voice came out: "Angie Miss La, Miss Avril has come to see you, she seems to be in a hurry."
"Vivi?" Angela showed a surprised look. After looking at Annie, she immediately replied, "Please wait a moment, I'll come down right away."
"Weiwei is here, I don't know if there is any urgent matter. Go down with me or should I go down first?" Angela asked with a smile, returning to her previous expression of indifference.
"Still... go down first, she's here to find you and she's in a hurry." Annie replied with a complicated look.
"Okay." Angela nodded, pinched her cheek again, and then went out and went downstairs.
"Angie?!" As soon as she arrived downstairs, Avril's voice with anxiety, complaints and surprise rang out, and Angela immediately became even more stunned. Obviously, the trouble in front of Avril, who was trying her best to keep calm, but her eyes were full of anxiety, must have exceeded her imagination.
"Have you encountered any trouble?" Angela asked curiously.
"I..." Avril, who was hesitant to speak, showed a worried look, and hesitated for a few seconds before whispering: "Can... talk in private?"