Chapter 1818: 1818 Screenwriter Inspiration

Hugo made a big circle, and it was already eleven o'clock when he arrived at Sunset Square. He estimated that he was at least half an hour later than Ernst, but he walked up the familiar and unfamiliar path, far away , Hugo saw Ernst's stumbling back. This made Hugo stunned, and subconsciously wanted to take a step to catch up, but after only walking two steps, the pace slowed down, and then stood in place like this.

Ernst's crooked figure stretched out under the creamy yellow street lamp, and the cold moonlight streamed down, outlining a silver edge on his neat black suit, looking solemn and solemn. Ernst's footsteps were very slow, so slow that he was almost moving, relying on crutches to walk slowly, as if he was avoiding the busy running ants on the ground. However, such Ernst does not look pitiful at all. On the contrary, his back is straight, his steps are slow but steady, and even the right hand supporting the crutches does not tremble at all. He looks like an old man walking That's all.

However, looking at Ernst's back, Hugo couldn't help but feel a sore nose, because he was the only figure walking slowly on the long and narrow stairs, and the noise of Sunset Square not far behind seemed to have completely disappeared. , here is another world that is isolated, quiet, serene, slow...but lonely. Ernst was alone.

Hugo has always been a person who is afraid of loneliness. He longs for the company of friends. This is the case in the band, the crew, and in life. This is Hugo's weakness. He always takes his friends too seriously, and always takes the word "love" too seriously. Even if he is walking independently, the deep concern in his heart is still his source of motivation.

However, Ernst has only one person, and he doesn't even have an object in his heart. The only thing that accompanies him is the script. Hugo didn't know how Ernst persisted, but he knew that this was his bottom line and his dignity.

Irritability, anger, rustiness, withdrawn... These are Ernst's protective umbrellas, and he carefully conceals his inner loneliness and concern. Going on in a boring life alone.

Looking at Ernst in front of him, Hugo had mixed emotions in his heart, and he didn't know what to say, or even what mentality he should use to face him. Suddenly, Ernst stopped, and he stood there stiffly. It turned out that he had already reached the landing at the top of the stairs, and a few steps forward was where the door of the apartment was. Ernst stood still and adjusted his breathing, and he stopped like that, as if time and space had stopped.

Suddenly, a light flashed in Hugo's mind. He knew that what Ernst needed was not sympathy, let alone pity, because Ernst never felt that he was weak, and he didn't need these negative feelings; what Ernst needed was It's identification, it's passion, it's a passion rekindled deep inside. Hugo thought of that script.

After Hugo met Ernst last year, he had a feeling and thought of a script inspiration, but then entered the long tour of "Storm" and he did not continue to develop the framework structure of the script. But now, the thoughts in Hugo's mind surged again, why couldn't he create a script? A play based on Ernst? Not necessarily realistic, but a script inspired by Ernst?

He could write about a screenwriter—or about an author who has had a great time, climbed to the top of his career, and then fell to the bottom...

No, it's too corny and too dark. Hugo looked at Ernst's back, and a bold opposite appeared in his mind. Maybe he could create a comedy script, not only because of Ernst, but also because of himself. He could write a relaxed and comfortable story to interpret The old man in front of him.

Well, this author should still be at the peak of his career, he can write all kinds of... love stories - romance novels, but in fact, he himself is a very annoying guy. He utters bad words, and he is always used to attacking others with vicious words, even tearing open the other's scars, but not because of his nature, but because... because he doesn't know how to get along with others, he is used to Yu tells the truth, tells the truth, and speaks the vernacular. He doesn't know humor, politeness, and social interaction, so he often hurts the other party easily between words, so that he begins to reject social interaction and refuse to integrate into society.

But what started it all?

This writer is a difficult person to serve. He has... obsessive-compulsive disorder and severe cleanliness, which he cannot control.

He has to keep everything neatly arranged in a certain order, he has to sanitize his hands all the time—the first time with one kind of soap, the second time with another kind of soap and only use it once, and when he closes the door he must Locked five times and unlocked five times in a row, he must avoid any lines and checks when he walks—so the brick path is a fatal injury, he must use the tableware he carries when eating, and he follows strict menu requirements every time he orders , he refuses any physical contact with strangers - including shaking hands, he must sit in a fixed position, he has severe allergies so he is extremely sensitive to any hair...

It is precisely because of his uncontrollable obsessive-compulsive disorder that he is not only difficult to serve, but even more difficult to get along with. He seems to have an ability-the ability to easily annoy anyone around him, but at the same time, he has caused a lot of trouble because of these obsessive-compulsive disorders Helpless jokes—a situation where you can't help yourself.

In the eyes of others, he is a super difficult to serve weird, and annoying, almost easy to make anyone hate him within three minutes of seeing him. But in fact, this is beyond his control, and occasionally he hates himself, but there is still no way to change these habits.

It is precisely because the people around him can't understand him, and they don't want to understand him, so he gradually begins to alienate from the crowd and become more and more withdrawn. There is a vicious circle in which there is no way to untie it, so he becomes more and more lonely and more troublesome, even though he is always convincing himself, "Leave me alone, it is more convenient for me to live alone, and I am happier. "He always faces life with a smile, but no one can see the true thoughts in his heart.

Although in the distant future, there are quite a lot of works with this annoying personality as the protagonist. Not to mention the present in 1997.

On the one hand, using an annoying guy as the protagonist makes it difficult for the audience to have a sense of substitution; on the other hand, it is also because of the current social situation, people's understanding of mental illnesses such as obsessive-compulsive disorder and delusional disorder is still not comprehensive and in-depth.

People always habitually use their own position to reject, reject, hate or even blame such people. Therefore, this puts forward stricter requirements on the profound background of the script. It is definitely an almost impossible challenge to tell such an annoying personality to be acceptable or even pleasing. Not only is the screenwriter required to be able to clearly explain the personality of the protagonist, but not too deliberate or too sensational; at the same time, the screenwriter is required to integrate the plot of the story and skillfully combine the fragility of the protagonist's heart with the story, so as to truly sublimate the theme of the story , not just "crude comedy."

This is a daunting task for Hugo, because his screenwriting work so far is only one "Before Sunrise"-he never took the nomination of "Shawshank's Redemption" seriously. There are too many deficiencies in construction, detail polishing, rhythm control, etc., so it is actually very difficult for Hugo to master such a script.

It is a difficult challenge to use an annoying man as the protagonist, and Hugo also wants to write a comedy that is almost a screenwriting black hole-it is always more difficult to make people laugh than to make people cry. Ernst as the prototype, telling a true and not exaggerated story, he hopes to tell something through this story, something with practical significance. This is almost tantamount to finding a big trouble for himself that cannot be solved.

So, what does Hugo want to tell in this script? What about the lonely heart of the annoying male protagonist? This really sounds like the setting for a Colombian soap opera.

Perhaps, everyone has their own paranoia deep in their hearts, and they have been trying to pursue perfection, but on this road, they will always encounter various obstacles-from life and fate, every No one has the qualifications to criticize others, because in fact, everyone is the same deep down in their hearts. The pursuit of perfection leads to irreparable flaws. Therefore, everyone is lonely, because no one can understand the loneliness that can be confided, even the weirdest idiot, he is looking forward to the day when someone can tolerate his eccentricities and his paranoia, in his Accompany him to watch the magnificence of the sunset.

Perhaps, we are not unwilling to change, but we have not met a person who is enough to tolerate ourselves and make us change. Therefore, we are still tirelessly pursuing perfection, not our own perfection, but the other half who makes us perfect.

"You make me want to be a better man."

Ernst at the end of the stairs took another step, alone, his lonely figure disappeared little by little at the end of the dark line of sight, Hugo still just stood there quietly, looking up at the man on the second floor. The familiar position, waiting quietly, waiting for the light to light up slowly, the hazy halo dispelled the darkness, like a firefly in the dark night, trying to light up the world with a faint light, But the power is really too small.