Under the hazy night, the veins of the mountains fluctuated between inky black and dark blue, and the bright yellow street lights bloomed, like a paintbrush, faintly smearing the rich night away, outlining a scene. Cool and warm harbor. The tranquility and noise of the early morning spread like smoke in the warm tones, and the colors of the world became colorful in an instant, like an overturned paint dish.
"No, no, it's not fair." The bright voice was covered with a layer of coldness, echoing on the street that had just rained, and the wet dark gray asphalt road was filled with the coolness and coldness of early autumn. In his sleep, his voice was also stained with a little yellow, red and green, like maple leaves all over the mountains and plains. "It's a historic problem, you can't just throw it over there, it's not fair."
"Haha." The uncontrollable laughter is like an oil lamp in the late autumn night, weak but bright, cold but warm, the hoarseness in the depths of the throat has become rough due to the permeation of the night, "Then I will change the way of asking questions,' The Shawshank Redemption and Forrest Gump, which one do you prefer? This is the head office, everyone has their own preferences, and everyone has their own habits. You express your opinion from the perspective of an audience. ."
"Heaven Comes"
Rooney did not answer immediately, but carefully looked at the look between Ren Li's eyebrows, but he did not move at all, and looked back calmly and calmly, Rooney couldn't help grinding her teeth secretly, and fiercely tore off a piece of white. The bread was thrown into her mouth, and she chewed it ruthlessly, as if the piece of white bread had a blood feud with her.
"How would you answer the same question?" Rooney was still reluctant to surrender easily, so she asked back.
Faced with such a thorny historical problem, Renly did not show any signs of panic, took a bite of the sandwich in his hand, swallowed the food slowly, and let the silence spread between the two of them. The atmosphere seemed a little awkward, but Rooney's smug smile rose slightly, and at this moment, Renly spoke.
"It's simple. I prefer 'In the Name of the Father' to 'The Shawshank Redemption'; I prefer 'Children in Troubled Times' to 'Forrest Gump'."
Rooney was stunned by Renly's answer. She obviously did not expect such an answer. She chewed it carefully, but found that she had no way to refute it, and even vaguely felt that what she said was very reasonable. But soon, Rooney reacted and looked at Renly with round eyes, "No, you are making a quibble. According to what you said, you are neither of The Shawshank Redemption nor Forrest Gump. Do you like it?" She was almost surrounded by Renly, ignoring the original point of the question!
Unexpectedly, Renly nodded and affirmed, "Yes, I don't like it either." This caught Rooney by surprise, and for a while he didn't know how to respond, "Comparatively speaking, I still prefer it. 'Pulp Fiction'. Like I prefer 'The Social Network' to 'The King's Speech'."
What they are discussing is one of the biggest koans in film history, the best picture at the 67th Academy Awards in 1995, "The Shawshank Redemption", "Forrest Gump" and "Pulp Fiction", who really deserves it The title of best picture.
"What about you?" Renly didn't give Rooney a chance to breathe, and continued to throw the question out.
Rooney noticed Ren Li's intention, her pupils squinted slightly, and she cast her gaze a little annoyed and a little remorseful, but Ren Li was obviously unaffected. She gritted her teeth, but she had no intention of lowering her head and admitting defeat, "'Forrest Gump', I prefer 'Forrest Gump'." Rooney also gave her own answer simply, "because the movie revealed Wisdom, more memorable."
Renly nodded with a meaningful expression, which made Rooney feel a tightness in her chest, "What do you mean by that expression?"
"No, it's just that I didn't expect your taste to be so mainstream." Renly shrugged and said lightly, which made Rooney bit her lower lip, her translucent eyes widened, and she stared straight at Renly. The man-eating appearance made Renly laugh dumbly. He was about to put the sandwich in his mouth, but he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and sincerely admitted his mistake, "I said the wrong thing, I like 'The Shawshank Redemption'. 'The talent is the real mainstream, otherwise the movie wouldn't be able to get the first place on IMDB, right?"
Even if it was an apology, the sincere words and serious expressions still revealed a dark humor of an English gentleman. Rooney couldn't hold back after all, she burst out laughing and nodded, "That's true. However, You're pretty mainstream, and you like Stanley-Kubrick."
"Children in Troubled Times" is a work directed by Stanley. The film master is known as a wizard. His works cover a wide range of genres, and he often takes a slant on the sword. He is regarded as a master among the masters by countless fanatical fans. However, because Stanley is so famous, those pseudo-movie fans and pseudo-literate youth also like to use Stanley as a shield, as if they only need to say the names of "A Clockwork Orange" and "2001 A Space Odyssey", they are senior Movie fans - it can be called a hit-up tool.
In the face of Rooney's attack, Renly nodded calmly, "I can't refute it." That calm look made Rooney's taunting come to nothing, Rooney choked, and then she burst into laughter.
The two of them walked along the straight street like a chessboard in the town. Two gray-haired old men sat on the ground beside the street, each holding a bottle of beer, and the marijuana/marijuana lit in their hands emitted curling thorns. Snuff flavor.
Ren Li took the initiative to say hello, "It's such a beautiful night tonight, and it's just been an autumn rain, don't you plan to take a good care of the bed?"
"We're waiting for the 'Don't Let Me Go' at 3:30. Aren't you going to join in?" one of the old men answered loudly, a strong voice echoing through the street.
"Kazuo Ishiguro's novels are not my type." Renly shrugged and answered politely but firmly, causing the two old men to chuckle, "You should have a good date, don't waste such a beautiful thing. That night, the movie will be left to us old-fashioned bachelors."
Hearing this, Renly and Rooney exchanged glances, then both laughed.
Walking down the street to the end, you can see a vast grassy area, climbing along the gentle slope all the way up, and at the end is the continuous mountain range, which guards the entire valley like a giant in the dark night.
At this time, a bonfire was lit on the grass. The bright red flames vigorously licked the blackness of the night, and an orange halo appeared around. There were thirty or forty young people sitting around them, talking and arguing endlessly. , the noisy sound is far from the tranquility of the town, and gradually becomes lively. The wanton and publicity of youth is burning in this safe haven of paradise, releasing endless energy, showing the soul of the Telluride Film Festival. Incisively and vividly.
"Renly! Hey, Renly!" In the distance, someone recognized Renly by the faint halo, stood up and called out, and now, everyone turned their heads in unison, shouting one after another , "Renly, Renly!" Everyone was calling urgently, and some even trotted over, "Renly, oh, hey, Rooney! Are you here? Come, come, come quickly. Exactly, we We are discussing the movie released today, if you have some doubts, come and answer them, and share your thoughts together."
Not allowing Renly and Rooney to refuse, a group of people gathered around them and came to the campfire, "Did someone tell me what's going on? Why am I so hot all of a sudden?" Renly's teasing words made everyone laugh When he got up, someone even whistled, and the atmosphere immediately boiled.
"Because you performed a really he/mom/wonderful work?" One comment drew echoes from the others, "Rooney, 'social networking' is absolutely awesome, but we'll discuss this later, Now we have to teach Renly a good lesson."
Rooney made an inviting gesture, her eyes flashing eager to try, "Who will give me a seat?" Then the young people immediately loosened up actively and let Rooney sit down, and now there is only one left. Renly stood alone, like a natural target, and the group began to bomb.
"Is it a radical terrorist or an ordinary civilian who kidnapped Paul?"
"What the hell is going on between Paul and his wife?"
"Why did Dan say Mark White's name? Was it a perfunctory Paul? Or did he really not know Mark was dead? Or is there some conspiracy?"
"Are CRT's recordings legal? Paul is trapped in a coffin and his life is at stake. Isn't there a legal clause to stop what they are doing?"
"Why is Paul's team being targeted? Simple intelligence error, or is there any inside story?"
"Why is Paul's phone calls so confusing, one to the FBI, the other to the State Department, constantly switching, which also leads to the repetition and confusion of intelligence, is there any deep meaning behind this?"
"How did you shoot the finger cut scene? I think your performance is so good, it's like a James Franco performance in '127 Hours'!"
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Question after question, leaving little room for Renly to breathe, slammed into their faces, showing their enthusiasm and urgency for real. It reminded Renly of Toronto.
When in Toronto, people can't wait to take pictures, sign autographs, scream, and shout. It seems to be worshipping idols, but it is more like joining in the noise. "Buried alive" has become the focus of the topic. They are just rushing to the topic. It was just a moth, which made Renly feel like a clown.
But in Telluride, the talk of people is always about movies, and they can’t do without movies. They don’t even see Renly as an actor, but as a classmate or friend in class, eager to share their thoughts. And opinions, eager to discuss, share opinions, exchange ideas.
Looking at the pair of eyes full of anticipation before him, Renly finally had a real sense: even in Telluride, even on the opening day when "The King's Speech" and "Social Networks" dominated the topic list, "Buried Alive" Still won a spot.