Hollywood Domination Chapter 365: Do you like movies?

"How do you define travel?"

"I travel for six months a year, I go from New York to Washington, from Mumbai to Singapore, from Rio de Janeiro to Reykjavik - when it comes to this trip, it's really interesting, there is a I watched the aurora in Reykjavik in 2010, and then I got on the plane. I flew for more than 40 hours and changed planes three times. Every time I took off a piece of clothing. I was sweating, so I put down my suitcase like that, took off the last shirt, bought a floral shirt at the airport store, a pair of flip-flops, tied my leather shoes around my neck, and boarded like this Taxi to the hotel, and when I arrived, the Hilton doorman was terrified, and he said, Mr. Mentos, I was just a little short of calling the security—"

Jenny put down the script and glanced at Salvi, "Really?"

Salvi shrugged, "I don't know, I've never been to Rio de Janeiro - we can find a Brazilian expert to guide this line, in my mind, Rio de Janeiro is so dangerous."

Jenny laughed, and she continued to read aloud, "Every year I use the accumulated miles to redeem two first-class tickets from New York to Los Angeles and two nights at the Palm Springs Hilton Hotel. My wife and I dropped the kids off at my brother's house, got on a plane and went to our two worlds, what we call a 'marriage spa', me and Pepa - really? Salvi? Mentos? Pepa ? Why not just call it Coke? The chemical reaction between the two will definitely be stronger.”

"If you scroll down, you will find that the heroine's name is indeed Coke." Salvi said, and he laughed so hard that he almost knocked over the windbreak lamp in the tent. "Keep reading, reading, Ben, Amanda, Lisa, what do these names matter? The point is the image conveyed by the script, how it makes you feel."

"Me and Pepa in the hotel room, naked rolling and making.. love, in my recollection, when we were young we could do 24 hours without a break, and then 24 hours, but you know , time never forgives, but anyway, Pepa and I go to the Palm Springs Hilton every year, I think that is called travel - it has all the elements of travel, a perfect, luxurious start, full of endless imagination, but in You’ll soon find out that things aren’t perfect, and the flight back to New York from Los Angeles is often the lowest point of emotion, when Pepa bursts into tears in an economy seat while you sit and stare at her Look, realize I can't help a little."

"For more than a month every year, I spend in traffic, I take planes, trains, buses, ships, I ride horses, I walk on country roads on foot, my brother asks me about the food in London, The hotel code in Beijing, when I took out the suitcase and started to pack, Pepa stood by and watched silently, at first she tried to stuff something in, but then she just watched, her eyes were blinded With red edges, it looks like she just cried, and we have to endure it—until the baby cry is heard outside the door, and then Pepa turns and walks out, and this is our farewell.”

"When I was out there, I didn't want to go home. As the journey drew to a close, the desperation grew stronger. Sometimes I wished that I didn't care about what others thought, like Pepa, and could be on the road. Crying like a baby on the bus - but I can't."

"That's the problem."

"I was in Southampton when I saw it, I thought it was my hallucination - an Indian white camel cow, appeared outside Southampton, I thought I had too much to drink last night , but it just appeared, and it stood there, looking at me like an old friend, and in the traffic going to the stadium, this cow only saw me, and only I saw this cow.”

"I got out of the car, climbed over the fence, and almost knocked to the ground. I followed it into the wilderness, wearing a suit, stumbling, and my leather shoes were splashed with mud."

Jenny closed the script, closed her eyes and meditated on the picture—it must be a cool color, the weather related to England is almost always cold, in the gloomy evening, a somewhat pompous philistine—material and vain, But limited by ability, the low-middle-class man who can only be arty and elegant, and even a man who is indifferent and vulgar, suddenly walked out of his rented car, gave up the upcoming Premier League ticket, and pursued The white camel walked into the jungle——

"Do you really want me to read it?" she asked. "Wouldn't it be better to have Heath read it?"

"In essence, Coke is also a part of Mentos's self," Salvi replied, "I would rather you read it, I think it will make you feel better."

"Yes, that would give the film a tension and suspense from the beginning - is the voice reading Pepa? Has she read her husband's notes from the beginning? She realizes her husband's displeasure with her Are you alienated from me?" Jenny thought for a while, and nodded in agreement, she opened the script and wanted to continue reading, but was stopped by Salvi, who took the text from her directly and stuffed it into the in the backpack.

"Hey!" she cried in protest.

"You've seen enough today," Salvi said. "You've seen the first half of Mantos' life. What do you think is his biggest problem? What's the source of his unhappiness?"

"I think it's because... I guess, he doesn't know what he wants—or he knows, but he just can't change it," Jenny said. "He's having problems with Pepa because of his career. ?They always can't get to the higher class, can't get better income, he can't face his incompetence? But Mantos doesn't even have the courage to leave Pepa, maybe that's his problem, he's cowardly He can't solve the problem, and he is obsessed with this kind of travel around the world - but what he likes is not the fun of travel, but the vain, well-informed feeling, he is... living in the eyes of others people."

She understood a little bit, "It's like our life, isn't it? It's all living in the attention of others, so this side of Mentos doesn't need much experience-and you think I Both Heath and Heath need to experience the feeling of Mantos in the illusion? The feeling of returning to the original and letting intuition rule everything?"

The doors on both sides of the tent were opened, and the cool night wind blew in. Salvi stuck his feet out of the tent, his hair was messed up after a day of walking, making him look more than usual A bit dumbfounded, "Don't you need it?"

Jenny had to admit, "We really need it."

She climbed to the other side of the tent, poked her head out and looked at the sky full of stars, "It's strange that although you can see the same sky in Malibu, you can still be isolated from the world, but that feeling It’s still different, as if you really need to go through this kind of ritual to find the real life—to explore the inner mysteries through asceticism.”

Salvi hummed, "So, what did you find?"

"I don't know yet," said Jenny, spreading her hands, "maybe I'm like Mentos, obsessed with that sense of vanity, not knowing what I really want—and the only difference is Yeah, I'm not like him, I don't have my own fantasy journey to help me figure it out."

"This is the fascinating part of the movie, isn't it? It condenses life poetically, and removes all repetitions, hesitation, and confusion," Salvi said, "bringing people a beautiful The delusion that everyone can find meaning in life, even though this is clearly not the case.”

Jenny nodded. She sat cross-legged at the door of the tent, looking at the cliff not far away—this is the camping spot that Salvi chose tonight. They have walked along Yosemite for three days. Indulging in the beautiful scenery, I seldom talk. At night, I read scripts and talk about the world, and I am still so casual. "Do you think that our life is sad? Salvi? Does this kind of life in the eyes of others look as pitiful as Mantos to you?"

"I think it depends on whether you are satisfied and happy." Salvi spread his hands, "For Mantos, he is not satisfied, he is not happy, so this is sad. And you are not Need to agree with that, you just need to be able to feel the kind of life Mentos really wanted, to understand the beauty of it—to have caught that, to have had a moment to feel it—"

"...yes," Jenny said slowly after a moment of silence. She remembered the feeling of doing sit-ups in the tree house: sweating profusely, so tired that she didn't think about anything, walking up the stairs Go down, follow the path to the stream, walk all the way, sink into the stream in the public area, squat on the stones and splash water on your body. She never thought that if there were reporters, stalkers, and secret cameras—at that moment, all doubts disappeared, and there were only instinctive choices left in her life. She was completely honest about her desires and desires, what she wanted , just take it, so simple, no worries, no calculations, no self-repression, no defense against the outside world-"I understand the beauty of it."

"That's enough for you to play Coke well," Salvi said. "After all, you are a very good experiential actor. All I need is that you really experience that feeling—when I see You stand there with your legs spread apart cutting meat, your face covered in charcoal - I knew when someone suddenly appeared in the distance, you took a step back without defense, and instead started yelling at me, you're ready Alright."

Jenny couldn't help touching her face, and she laughed, "So this is Coke's girlhood, isn't it? She and Mentos are made material by life, but in old age, she is also Rediscovering purity with Mentos. Coke’s metamorphosis—and the fact that she can fall in love with Mantos at every stage of her metamorphosis, is exactly how Mantos accepts herself.”

"Yes, yes, yes," Salvi said repeatedly, and he finally showed a rare expression of appreciation, "I think you have completely grasped the essence of Coca-now, we can really Let's start the show."

Relying on the fact that she was in the shadows, Jenny couldn't help showing a faint smug smile: This is the most uncertain time in her previous performance experience, and it is also the time when the golden finger is completely useless. The performance space needs to be simulated for shooting , must have a script that has already been written, so that the time difference can be used for rehearsals, but Salvi has never given her the script - instead, he has to examine Jenny first, whether he can have a little bit of a connection with him, and find the feeling of the movie together, There is no words to describe, no background story, no guidance, not even empathy experience with similar characters. She is relying on her own understanding to figure out Coke's state of mind and pursue the indescribable mysterious feeling—— Because this is such a test of talent, when she finally convinced Salvi, the pure joy and sense of accomplishment...

Salvi hummed an unknown tune, crossed his legs in the corner of the tent, flipped through the script with the help of the windbreak lamp, and Jenny looked dreamily at Lang Yuegu outside the door Xing, enjoying the emotional connection with Coke, she felt a vague face slowly 'born' in her heart, as if she was an old friend for many years, her life flowed slowly under Jenny's overlooking, She is indescribable, but she knows everything about her. Only through her performance can she be brought to everyone and tell her story to everyone——

"You know what?" she said, "this is the third role I have to play with all my heart - Karen, Monroe and Coke, Karen is a kind of catharsis, Monroe is a kind of... ego Destruction, and Coke is different from them - Coke is a feeling of healing, this is a role that can bring people positive energy..."

She shook her head and denied herself, "No, it should be said that playing her is a comfortable and self-releasing process. Performance itself is a reward and reward. This is a role that can inspire you. Life may be an answer, at least it represents a direction..."

"I hope the studio will get the prep done sooner, when I get back to L.A. to get ready for Code Shero, there will definitely be a small piece of me left in Yosemite, eagerly waiting to integrate again To this role: Maybe you will not choose to live so simple after all, but this role can replace you to complete a possibility, a choice..."

Thinking of the big dream, thinking of Cesare, thinking of the summit she did not have time to hold, thinking of everything she left behind in Los Angeles, Jenny sighed and said softly, "Although, maybe you will never choose to live It’s so simple, but you can’t deny that it’s a fascinating choice.”

"Why can't you live so simply?" Salvi asked.

"The answer is obvious," Jenny said, and she laughed, "because the world is not that simple."

Salvi stopped flipping through the pages, and turned his head to look at Jenny. The worldly him seemed to come alive at this moment, and he stared at Jenny through the scattered pale light.

"Yeah," he said, understandingly and sympathetically, "and that's what we love about movies, in this condensed life, everything can be so simple."

Filling regrets, exploring possibilities, entering another person's identity, Jenny thought, she was a little dizzy and out of breath, like a child suddenly picked up a kaleidoscope-even she didn't think of it, in Kai After Lun and Monroe, she will fully feel the charm of acting and movies in Coke. In a less negative role, all this becomes so much fun——

Now, she can tell Cesare out loud that she likes to perform, not only because the performance makes her feel her talent and the joy of being affirmed, but also because of the performance itself—and the awards, box office, audience It has nothing to do with her affirmation, this kind of behavior itself has complete meaning to her.

Suddenly, she understood Meryl's shaking her head—she now understood Meryl's worry—for a pure actress, her side jobs were indeed too much.