Vol 4 Chapter 34: New beginning and premise (3)

Li Jila's breathing was obviously quickened, and she suddenly realized that the crowds were an opportunity. "Licking some chapped lips, hesitating for a few seconds, what she was about to say, but when she noticed everyone's eyes, she would immediately reach her mouth. Swallowed back.
"No, no, this is just a script about the family." "Angela said with a smirk.
Disappointment flashed across everyone's faces, and Natalie shook her head helplessly. What the is this idiot thinking? It's still secretive at this time. So why are you calling us for this?
Suddenly she wanted to give up. It was a mistake to come here. Angela didn't change much and she didn't seem to intend to change.
"That's what you're writing?" Lindsay asked, pointing to her desktop laptop, "Can you see?"
"No, dear, it's just an outline." Angela hurried over and shut down the computer.
"I remember you seem to be planning a global recital." Avril thought.
"It doesn't conflict, does it?" Angela shrugged.
"So you think it's still about film?" Scarlett asked, blinking.
"Yeah, right?" Angela tapped her cheek with her finger, and suddenly fell into thought.
"It's time for me to have my own work. It's also time for me." She murmured, and although she was very quiet, she was captured by Natalie, who had a little thought in her mind and could not help returning immediately.
"Should have your own work? Why, weren't those works that weren't your own before?" Natalie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I mean," Angela thought for a moment before continuing. "I mean, I've been looking for topics worthy of my own."
"Achieving the ultimate theme?" Natalie repeated, apparently she was intrigued.
"Yes, those great directors who really understand the film have a theme worth pursuing and doing to the extreme" Angela nodded earnestly, "I don't like Kubrick, and each of his films carries humanity Ridicule and despair but I respect him, he is indeed a master, and even if his works are numbered, no one can be as skillful on any subject as he is. And fully shows what he wants to express without letting People feel duplicated. "
"Aren't you the same? Look at how many movies you have made," Lindsay called out. For those of them who were born after the peak of the year, the name Kubrick is very strange.
"It's different, dear," Angela shook her head with a smile, "I've always been vague about what I want to express, and sometimes it's just instinctively moving forward. It's not a good thing to keep doing this."
Watching her look at Scarlett: "Manny, remember my evaluation of Woody Allen?"
"Of course" Scarlett nodded. "You said he was repeating himself, over and over again. It had reached the point of flooding."
"Yes, he can completely take the theme of love to the extreme. After years of thinking and observation, he will be able to produce more classic works." Annie Hall "can almost be regarded as the masterpiece of his earlier accumulation. But he wants to make a movie every year and repeat it repeatedly, so he can't break through himself now. "Angela standing in the middle of the room talked bluntly." The ultimate thing I am talking about is a broad sense. Spielberg has been struggling to strike a balance between business and art, and Cameron has become obsessed with technology.
Here she stopped and looked at everyone: "Can anyone tell me which two films are available?"
"Commercial film and art film?" This was Kay's question.
"Selling and not selling." This was Lindsay's answer.
"Story movies and music movies." This was Avril interjecting.
"No, no, no," Angela raised her hands. "In my opinion, the movie is divided into two types: the director's picture for himself and the director's picture for most people, including himself. "
"You mean" a personal work? Kate asked after thinking about it.
"No, works with a strong personal style can still be sought after by most people. This is called a personal work.
And some only care about themselves when they are directors. No matter what other people or the public feel, I think it is more appropriate to call it a private work. "Angela said, shaking her head.
"So you have found the theme you want to stick to?" Although it feels that the atmosphere in the room has been guided by Angela, Natalie still can't help asking, because Angela is really like this ", very charming.
After a few seconds of silence, Angela gave a positive answer: "Yes."
"So" Natalie made a few gestures and looked at her with questioning eyes.
After taking a deep breath, Angela looked out of the window. The rainstorm was still raging. From time to time, electric light passed through the thunder, but the ray of sunlight at the edge of the clouds was not swallowed up.
"Compromise, hope and" the mean. "She was quiet, but everyone heard it clearly.
For a moment, the room became silent. Everyone glared at Angela with her mouth shut and stared at Angela out the window, and they knew exactly what was meant in her tone. (Network e
After a short while, Natalie coughed softly: "The Golden Mean? You mean" and thin mud. ? "
"Ha, your voice is very good. And you actually know the meaning of the word." Angela chuckled a little in surprise, but she immediately smiled again: "The golden mean is not exactly what you said Meaning, from my point of view it is more like a dialectic of worldview. "
She tapped her head and seemed to think about how to describe it. Then she picked up the small book on her desk, turned it over a few pages, and raised it to everyone: "Do you know Tai Chi?"
"Tai" Tai Chi? Jessica repeated the words she said hardly, showing an inexplicable look.
"Yes, Tai Chi, look at this." Angela pointed to the heavy pattern. "It's round. Its black and white areas are equal, and the small white circles in black and the small black circles in white. The area is also equal, and in my eyes the mean is the middle curve. "
"You mean," Scarlett said with a thoughtful expression, "be as fair as possible when looking at problems."
"You can say that," Angela nodded. "You can see both white and black of the same area, black of white, and white of the same area of ​​black."
"It's impossible," Kate said at this time. "Many questions don't have equal black and white."
"In fact, not only all kinds of things will not be like this, many people can't do this when they look at the problem." Angela quickly took it, and she took out her pen and drew several circles on the paper. The "black cloud of the cloud accounted for two points! Two circles, and the white circle in the black accounted for two thirds of the whole sentence"; there was another piece of white and black with the same area. There was no white circle in the black and white. The black circle in the middle occupies one-third of the size, and so on. Each circle is different.
"Like this," Angela showed it, then spread out her hand. "So, only fairness can be achieved."
"It's still difficult." This time I changed Natalie and said, "Because you set the tone of dialectics in this circle from the beginning. But in reality, many people do not have this tone. Look at the problem. "
She squinted her eyes and pursed her lips, not knowing whether to carry it on purpose or to actually analyze it for Angela.
"But round is perfect, isn't it?" Angela said with a smile.
"The most perfect is the least perfect." Natalie immediately retorted.
"So how did you come to this conclusion?" Angela did not fall back. "Have you ever felt the perfect state? If you only infer logically, I can also infer a conclusion that is completely opposite to you. . "
"What do you want to say?" Nataho didn't pick up, and changed the subject directly.
But Angela wasn't stubborn. She then shrugged: "We often say that perfection is actually a kind of incompleteness, and perfection is also the most imperfect. But is it really true? How many people have actually achieved perfection? How many left have felt perfection? No But people have been tireless pursuit of perfection for thousands of years. One of the factors is too complicated to talk about but they are disappointed after repeated failures. They neither want to give up the pursuit of perfection nor I wish to acknowledge my failure and comfort myself: perfection is actually imperfection. "
Angela raised her hands with a smile: "But in any case, people have not given up the pursuit of perfection, because there will be hope for one. Yes, this is the theme I want to stick to, hope, people know the best No matter what is encountered, terrible, painful, helpless, maybe we must make compromises in the face of reality, but as long as there is hope, there will be pursuit and there will be motivation. Too many directors like to be in the movie The ugliness of human nature is revealed in it, and I prefer to show the beautiful side of human nature in the story, no matter how difficult and terrible, there will always be hope! "
The room was quiet again, and everyone was silently staring at Angela in the middle smiling. After a long time, Natalie breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay. Shouldn't there be some hope now?"
"Well, this," Angela scratched her face, and her resolute look disappeared instantly. "Oh, maybe soon. You see, the rain is showing signs of lightening."
Although she was so stingy. Looks cute. But in the eyes of the seven people here, it was very abominable. Natalie couldn't help rolling her eyes and stood up angrily: "Well, then I won't bother you, let's continue."
As she walked towards the door, the others got up in a sigh and went out.
"Don't worry, the rain will soon pass, and time is too late." Angela said the same before closing the door, except that the look in the middle of the room looked particularly innocent.
I've reminded you a few times, so hesitant and secretive, do you want us to take the initiative to speak? Natalie, who was walking in front, thought dumbly. She soon realized that although she was still bored, her previous idea of ​​giving up had disappeared.
what is this? Just because she said a few words. I showed my own thoughts. Was there a bit of true feelings that made me shake? Natalie bit her lip. Then the painting, the old-fashioned color lead painting suddenly came out of my mind.
Well, guy, you devil. You won again. Natalie stopped suddenly, closed her eyes, squeezed her fists, and turned around: "Who would go to the bar for a drink?"
Kate and Jessica looked at her in surprise. After looking at each other, they agreed first: "Well, go together."
Scarlett and Kyla followed and realized something. They agreed in unison: "There is nothing else to do anyway."
"Then go together." Avril also responded, pulling Lindsay and Liv together to answer.
"Why should I go too, and I don't want to drink now?" Liv asked strangely.
"You talk, I don't need to follow, right?" Lindsay whispered.
"Well, since we are all here, it's okay to drink a glass of wine together, isn't it?" Avril didn't say much, pulling them behind the others.
Seven people quickly came to the bar. After the servants had poured champagne, they talked in twos and twos. The topics were not often talked about, such as fashion, maintenance, or movies and literature.
A few minutes later, Natalie coughed quietly to attract everyone's attention, and then proposed, "Some things are already clear, so" might as well talk about how we fell in love with her. "
The low voice suddenly disappeared, everyone looked at me and you, but no one took the initiative to speak.
"Well, I'll come first." Natalie shrugged, expecting that would happen.
"The first time I saw Anji was about the New Year of the year of the mouth, and frankly it was not a wonderful meeting." Natalie said, thinking of Angela's aggressive look when she first met.
Asshole. She snorted softly in her heart. Continued to tell: "I thought it was just a brief intersection, but what she didn't expect was that she came to me in a few days and asked me to play a role in the movie! I was stunned and let the gods agree to let me know I was thinking about what we have been friends with since then. I always have a strange feeling for her. Although I didn't notice it then. It is this feeling that makes me completely unable to get rid of her, even if She lied to me on the pretext of drawing
The word "cheating" almost came out of the teeth, but there was no meaning of hatred in the tone, and the expression on Natalie's face was just a steal and self-deprecating.
"I couldn't alienate her, but I thought it was wrong, so I kept bumping until I traveled to China with her. At that time," I saw Anji, the most helpless, although it was not the first time I saw her This look, but that was the most distressing and most impressive cut. The imprints could not be erased in my mind, so I was tied to her. Natalie said, took a sip of champagne and turned her head to look at the others.
"Well, I'm done, it's yours."
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