One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty-Seven Breaking the Reality

Light and shadow are so beautiful, blurring the boundaries of time and space, thoughts are winged in the melody and singing, soaring freely, riding the wind, leaving the kerosene lamp bar, leaving Greenwich Village, leaving New York, leaving I came to this land... Standing on the top of the mountain overlooking all living beings, standing on the cliff overlooking the ocean, roaming the sky and embracing the world.

That man, quietly bathed in a cream-yellow halo, sang softly, melodious and graceful, vicissitudes and sadness, wonderful and moving, the bitterness and loneliness between his brows gently surging, embarrassed and broken, covered with The dust and the lack of long objects seem to be nothing but the voice; however, that arrogant body is like a winter plum, blooming recklessly against the wind and frost.

So he sang, "Hang me, oh, hang me, and I shall die."

Involuntarily, the corners of his mouth rose, but the halo projected into his eyes gradually blurred, vaguely capturing the unrestrained and unrestrained deep in the man's eyes, the bitterness and vicissitudes seemed to be hidden in that messy head and In the thick stubble, there was only a trace of wanton and indifference that waved his sleeves without taking away a cloud.

Then, he raised his head, rubbed his nose lightly, held his guitar casually, lowered his eyes and silently fell into contemplation for a moment, as if he was savoring his performance just now, showing a touch of contentment. With a look, he withdrew his attention and spoke to the microphone in front of him.

"You may have heard of this before." The tail of the eyebrows rose slightly, and the casual and loose silk cast a large shadow, and the understated carelessness with a stubbornness and arrogance was revealed in the casual words, "If a song has never been new, but it has never been outdated, it's a folk song."

After he finished speaking, he chuckled to himself. That smile, mocking and joking, relaxed and natural, even if he was teasing himself, there was a faint brilliance between his eyebrows, which touched the mind behind every look, but he didn't care, without any pause, he stood up , ready to leave the stage.

This action seems to finally break the magic shackles of music, and the real sense of time rushes in again. The applause suddenly bursts out in one breath, like a volcanic explosion, instantly filling the entire kerosene lamp bar, that mighty The applause was continuous, mixed with whistles, cheers and shouts, the mountains roared and the ground shook.

George Slender sat on the spot, seemingly unable to react. For a long time, the surging applause continued to hit the eardrums, and then he gradually recovered. The smile at the corner of his mouth paused for a moment, and finally bloomed brilliantly. Come on.

George is a little unsure now.

Two years have passed, and Renly's performance is still moving. The narrative emotion hidden in the melody and lyrics is eloquently expressed, and it has inadvertently hit the soft place in my heart. The scars that have settled down over the years seem to be little by little. The ground is hidden in the details of the singing, adding a touch of wanton and casualness.

This is a good thing. However, what George is not sure about is that this is the soul carved by time. Renly still maintains the pure heart when he created "Don Quixote" two years ago, and is even more transparent and sophisticated. In Hollywood's Vanity Fair It's really too precious; it's the power of performance

In the time when the ballad was slowly flowing, the light and shadow were slowly flowing backwards, as if truly returning to the 1960s, the era of madness for ballads, the era of perseverance for art, business is invading, But art is still proud; sitting in a tavern listening to a night of performances and chatting with three or five friends is far more fulfilling than the happiness brought by TV or the Internet.

In a trance, George really blurred the line between reality and fantasy, unable to tell whether it was Renly or Le Verne who was performing on the stage. It's more of Levine, the one who was trapped in a dream and dazed but refused to compromise.

Laughing and laughing, bitterness surged up like this,

Then there was warmth in his eyes.

George lowered his eyes in embarrassment, and then noticed Stanley Charlesson sitting next to him.

Stanley leaned on the back of the chair with a look of happiness on his face, holding a bottle of beer in his hand and a cigarette being lit on the ashtray.

Aware of the eyes, Stanley glanced at George, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose, he gently raised the beer in a gesture, and then took a sip, and shook his head gently again.

Enjoy, just simply enjoy, enjoy the beauty of this moment. that's enough.

Turning his head, George looked at the man on the stage again. His down-to-earth and down-to-earth outfit had a charming charm. In the sixties, that was the case, there was always a shortage of admirers for talented men, even the homeless living in the rubbish heap. It was a crazy time.

LeWine, LeWine-Davis.

This is a talented guy, but not suitable for commercial promotion, because he is like a stone in a ditch, stinky and hard, clinging to outdated folk ideals and artistic persistence, talent is talent, but it is not destined to become money Numbers, no one would want to listen to his songs on the radio.

"Hang me, oh, hang me," God, if he heard such a song on the radio, he would hang himself willingly. It's hard to imagine how tricky and troublesome the audience's complaint calls will be, and he doesn't want to get rid of such troubles all over his hands, but... It's really a pleasure to listen to and have fun in the bar.

"Haha." George chuckled softly, then put his finger in his mouth, whistled and coaxed together.

Sixties or modern? Gaslight Bar or Pioneer Village? Le Verne or Renly?

Is this important?

Obviously it doesn't matter, all the boundaries have been completely broken, everything is real, and everything is illusory, just want to immerse in the melody just now, embrace freedom, wander the world, chase dreams, and bloom life , the day when freedom and dreams disappear, then hanging will no longer be terrible.

The whole place is boiling.

Applause, whistles, cheers are heard, and someone can even be heard shouting, "Encore, Encore."

The overly lively scene suddenly broke the barriers of reality, and then saw a person emerge from the side stage, a short and bearded kiwi, with a helpless smile on his face, and Levy who did not have time to leave on the stage. En hugged, then picked up the microphone in front of him, and said loudly, "Quiet, guys, quiet."

But the applause at the scene showed no sign of subduing at all, instead it became more lively.

The kiwi shook his head again and again, with a face full of tears and laughter, "We are filming, everyone, this is a movie, not reality." Ethan Cohen's face was full of helplessness, he felt as if he had dug a hole, and then put the Buried myself, this feeling is really indescribable.

The scene just now was perfect, truly perfect.

Renly's singing and acting skills are natural, without any flaws. The whole performance is smooth and smooth, and the song "Hang me, oh, hang me" is interpreted in a captivating way. Integrating into one, there is no trace of any performance at all, but the story has been told in a calm voice.

It was only the first scene that Ethan and Joel wanted a standing ovation.

This is even better than the original video of singing "Cleopatra", that kind of arrogance, that kind of unruly, that kind of vicissitudes, that kind of bitterness, seemingly contradictory but harmoniously flowing slowly in the melody , a debut, the shaping of the character has been completed, such Le Vern, vividly on paper.

Before, the Coen brothers were a little worried. I am not worried about Renly's ability, but about Renly's state. First, the heavy filming of "Gravity" has just ended; secondly, the preparation time for "Drunken Country Ballad" is still not enough, but it turns out that they are more than enough. thought about it.

Renly's performance was undoubtedly perfect, but this scene was not.

Because Renly's interpretation and performance are really too good, a simple song has already covered countless vicissitudes, and the audience in front of them has completely blurred the boundary between reality and drama, so much that they have forgotten the fact that the film is being filmed. .

At first, they were expecting top performances from Renly; This, this feeling is really a bit weird and can't be described in words. Joel, who was standing under the stage, was already laughing dumbly, clapping his hands and laughing absurdly on his face.

In desperation, Ethan had no choice but to go out in person, "Gentlemen and ladies, I know that Renly's performance was amazing, in fact, beyond imagination. I'm a little regretful now, if LeVine was so good, He shouldn't have been buried."

"No, in those days, there were too many talented singers." Renly's voice came from the side, reminding him, and then shrugging, "But I also agree that I should get the opportunity to promote it on the radio. ." The first half of the sentence was Renly, and the second half was Levine, and the entire tone and tone of voice changed without the slightest sense of incongruity.

The highly unified effect made Ethan look sideways and glance at Renly more.

Today is only the first day of the official shooting. Ethan still has not been able to fully adapt to Renly's performance rhythm. He can vaguely detect anomalies, but he can't say why; It seemed that he just saw another side of Renly.

At some point, Ethan even began to wonder, is this a show? Or was Renly just being himself? If so, isn't this a foul? Directly equal to no performance? Is this a good thing or a bad thing? So, what's the difference between Renly and Le Verne?

To be honest, Ethan wasn't familiar with Renly, and he wasn't 100% familiar with LeVine, so he was caught in a dilemma.

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