Angela's breathing was obviously quicker, and she clearly realized that this was an opportunity. She licked her chapped lips and hesitated for a few seconds before she was about to say something, but when she noticed everyone's eyes, she immediately swallowed the words that came to her mouth. went back.
"No, no, it's just a script about... family." Angela said with a smile.
Obvious disappointment flashed across everyone's faces, and Natalie shook her head helplessly. What the hell is this idiot thinking? It's still secretive at this time, so why did you call us here
She suddenly wanted to give up, it was a complete mistake to come here, Angela hadn't changed much and didn't seem to plan to make any changes.
"Which one are you writing about?" Lindsay asked now, pointing to the laptop on the desk. "Can you take a look?"
"No, dear, it's just an outline." Angela hurried over and turned off the computer.
"I remember that you seem to be planning to hold a global concert." Avril thought.
"It's not a conflict, is it?" Angela shrugged.
"So you think it's still a movie career?" Scarlett asked, blinking.
"Well... That's right." Angela tapped her cheek with her finger, and suddenly fell into thought.
"It's time for me to have my own work, too... something I want to shoot," she murmured. Although her voice was very soft, it was captured by Natalie who was close at hand. She was a little distracted at first. Can't help but come back to God immediately.
"Should you have your own works? Why, aren't the previous ones your own?" Natalie raised her eyebrows and asked.
"No, I mean..." Angela thought for a moment before continuing: "I mean, I've been looking for a subject worthy of my own perfection."
"The ultimate theme?" Natalie repeated, clearly intrigued.
"Yes, those excellent directors who really understand the film have a theme that is worth pursuing and doing to the extreme," Angela nodded earnestly, "I don't like Kubrick, each of his films has the right theme. Human sarcasm and despair - but I respect him, he is indeed a master, even if his works are few, but no one can do it well on any subject like him. And he fully expresses what he wants to express. Don't feel repetitive."
"Isn't it the same for you? Count how many movies you have made." Lindsay called out. For those who were born after 85, the name Kubrick was very unfamiliar. .
"It's different, dear," Angela shook her head with a smile. "I've always been vague about what I want to express, and sometimes I'm just moving forward with intuition. It's not a good thing if it's always like this."
As she said that, she looked at Scarlett: "Manny, do you remember what I said about Woody Allen?"
"Sure," Scarlett nodded. "You say he's repeating himself, over and over. It's flooding."
"Yes, he can make the theme of love to the extreme. After spending a few years of thinking and observation, he will surely produce more classic works. "Annie Hall" can almost be regarded as the culmination of his accumulation in the early stage. But he has to make a movie every year, repeating it over and over again, so he can't break through himself now." Angela, who was standing in the center of the room, spoke eloquently, "I mean the extreme in a broad sense. For example, Spielberg has been trying to balance business and art, and Cameron is obsessed with technology to the point of getting carried away."
Having said that, she stopped and looked at everyone: "Can anyone tell me which two kinds of movies are there?"
"Commercial films and art films?" was Keira's question.
"Selling and not selling." That was Lindsay's answer.
"Story movies and music movies." This was Avril Lavigne chiming in.
"No, no, neither," Angela raised her hands, "In my opinion, movies are divided into two categories: those made by the director for himself and those made by the director for most people, including himself. ."
"You mean... personal work?" Kate asked after thinking about it.
"No, works with a strong personal style can still be sought after by most people, and that's called personal work. When a director is a director, he only cares about himself, and he can shoot whatever he wants, regardless of the feelings of others or the public. , I think it is more appropriate to call it a private work." Angela shook her head and said.
"So you have found the theme you want to stick to?" Although she felt that the atmosphere in the room had been guided by Angela, Natalie couldn't help but ask, because such Angela was really... very charming.
After being silent for a few seconds, Angela gave a positive answer: "Yes."
"Then..." Natalie made several gestures, looking at her inquiringly.
After taking a deep breath, Angela looked out the window. The torrential rain was still raging. From time to time, lightning flashed across the thunder, but the sunlight on the edge of the clouds was never engulfed.
"Compromise, hope and... moderation." Her voice was soft, but everyone heard it clearly.
In an instant, the room became silent. Everyone stared blankly at Angela, who was covering her mouth and staring out the window. They were very clear about the meaning contained in her tone.
After a long while, Natalie coughed softly: "Zhongyong? You mean 'he mud'?"
"Ha, your pronunciation is very good, Nat, and you actually know the meaning of this word." Angela chuckled in surprise, but she immediately put it back: "Zhongyong is not exactly what you said. That meaning, from my point of view, is more like a dialectic of worldview.”
She tapped her head and seemed to think about how to describe it again, then she picked up the small book on the desk, turned a few pages, raised it and faced everyone: "Do you know Tai Chi?"
"Tai... Tai Chi?" Jessica repeated the words she said with difficulty, showing an inexplicable look.
"Yes, Tai Chi, look at this," Angela pointed to the pattern of the hand weight, "this is a perfect circle, and its black and white areas are equal, and the small white circles in the black and the black small circles in the white are equal. The area of is also the same, and the mean in my eyes is the curve in the middle."
"You mean..." Scarlett showed a thoughtful expression, "Be as fair as possible in looking at issues."
"So to speak," Angela nodded, "you can see both white and black of the same area, black in white, and white in black in the same area."
"It's impossible," Kate said now. "A lot of problems don't have equal black and white."
"In fact, it's not just a variety of things that don't do this. Many people can't do this when looking at problems," Angela quickly continued. She took out a pen and drew several circles on the paper. , one of the black circles occupies two-thirds of the circle, and the white circle in the black occupies two-thirds of the entire black part; there is another piece of white and black that are equal in area, there is no white circle in the black and there is no white circle in the white. The black circle occupies a third of the size. And so on, each circle is different.
"It's like this," Angela showed these, then spread her hands, "so, it can only be relatively fair."
"It's still very difficult," Natalie said this time, "because you have set the tone for dialectical in this circle from the beginning, but in reality, many things and many people do not have this tone. Look at the problem under the premise.”
She squinted her eyes and pursed her lips, not knowing whether she was carrying it on purpose or was really analyzing it for Angela.
"But the circle is the most perfect, isn't it?" Angela said with a smile.
"The most perfect is the least perfect." Natalie immediately retorted.
"Then how did you come to this conclusion?" Angela is also not inferior, "Have you ever felt a perfect state? If it is only based on logical inference, I can also infer the conclusion that is completely opposite to yours. ."
"What do you want to say?" Natalie didn't answer, but changed the subject.
But Angela didn't stalk her, and she shrugged: "We often say that perfection is actually a kind of incompleteness, and perfection is also the most imperfect. But is this really the case? How many people have really achieved perfection? How many people feel the state of perfection? No! But people have been tirelessly pursuing perfection for thousands of years - the factors are too complicated to say more - but they are disappointed after failure after failure. I don’t want to give up the pursuit of perfection and I don’t want to admit my failure, so I comfort myself: perfection is actually a kind of imperfection.”
Angela smiled and raised her hands: "But no matter what, people have not given up the pursuit of perfection, because there will be hope if there is pursuit - yes, this is the theme I want to stick to, hope, people invent the best words. No matter what happens, terrible, painful, helpless, maybe we have to make compromises in the face of reality, but as long as there is hope, there will be pursuit and motivation to move forward. Too many directors like to work in movies To reveal the ugliness of human nature in the story, I would rather show the good side of human nature in the story, no matter how difficult or terrifying, there will always be hope!"
The room was quiet again, and everyone stared at Angela with a smile in the middle. After a long time, Natalie sighed with relief: "Okay, shouldn't there be a little hope now?"
"Um... This..." Angela scratched her face embarrassingly, her resolute expression disappeared in an instant, "Oh, maybe there will be soon, you see, the rain is already getting smaller."
Although she looks very cute like this, but in the eyes of the seven people here, she is very hateful. Natalie couldn't help rolling her eyes, and stood up angrily: "Okay, then I won't disturb you, you can continue."
As she spoke, she walked to the door, and the others also got up and walked out with a sigh.
"Don't worry, the rain will pass soon, there is still time." Angela said this before closing the door, but the appearance of standing in the middle of the room seemed particularly innocent.
I have reminded you several times, but you are still so hesitant and secretive, do you want us to take the initiative to speak? Natalie, who was walking at the front, thought sullenly. She soon realized that although she was still bored, her previous thoughts of giving up had vanished.
what is this? Just because she said a few words, showed her own thoughts, and revealed her true feelings, she was shaken? Natalie bit her lip.
Then the painting, the somewhat outdated color lead painting suddenly appeared in my mind.
Well, damn you, you devil, you won again. Natalie suddenly stopped, closed her eyes, squeezed her fists, and turned around: "Would anyone like to go to the bar for a drink?"
Kate and Jessica looked at her in surprise, looked at each other and agreed first: "Okay, let's go together."
Scarlett and Kayla also realized something, and agreed in unison: "There's nothing else to do anyway."
"Let's go together then." Avril also responded, pulling Lindsay and Liv to answer together.
"Why am I going too, I don't want to drink now?" Liv asked strangely.
"You negotiate, so I don't have to follow?" Lindsay said in a low voice.
"Okay, since we're all here, it's okay to have a drink together, isn't it?" Avril didn't say much, pulling them behind the others.
The seven people quickly came to the bar. After the servants poured the champagne and left, they started talking in twos and threes. There were not many topics that were often discussed, such as fashion, maintenance, or movies and literature.
After a few minutes, Natalie coughed lightly to attract everyone's attention, and then said suggestively, "Some things are already clear, so... let's talk about how we fell in love with her."
The low voice suddenly disappeared, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one took the initiative to speak.
"Okay, I'll come first." Natalie, who had expected this to happen, shrugged.
"The first time I saw Angie was around the New Year's in 1992. Frankly speaking, it was not a wonderful meeting." Natalie said, and she couldn't help thinking of Angela's aggressive gaze when they first met.
asshole. She hummed softly in her heart and continued to tell: "I thought it was just a short-lived meeting, but what I didn't expect was that a few days later, she would come to me and ask me to play a role in the movie! I was shocked. Stayed and surreptitiously agreed - God knows what I was thinking - we've been friends since then and I always had a weird feeling for her that I didn't realize at the time. It's a feeling I can't get rid of her at all, even if she tricks me into bed with the excuse of drawing..."
The word "cheat" almost popped out of her teeth, but there was no hint of hatred in her tone, and the expression on Natalie's face was just mocking and self-deprecating.
"I couldn't alienate her, but I felt it was wrong, so I kept bumping up and down until I traveled to China with her. At that time... I met the most helpless Angie, although it was not the first time I saw her. It looks like this, but that time was the most distressing and impressive. It was imprinted in my mind and couldn't be erased, so I was tied to her by her side." Natalie drank a sip of champagne and turned her head. Come see others.
"Okay, I'm done, it's your turn."