One Thousand Six Hundred and Forty-Eight Soul Harbor

Pushing open the door, the melodious and quiet cello concerto is lingering shallowly, the apricot-yellow light flows down like a gurgling stream, and all the furniture in sight is covered with a hazy butter color, dark blue. The twilight and the cold night were left behind the heels, and the noise and chaos of the whole world slowly settled down.

"Back?" Rooney-Mara, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, raised her head, put the book she was reading on her lap, and raised the corner of her mouth at Renly.

Ren Li nodded lightly and stopped beside the entrance. The tiredness between his brows melted into the warmth of the room little by little, "What are you reading?"

"'School of Rumors'." Rooney erected the book in her hand and showed it to Renly.

Involuntarily, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose, and Renly's eyes flickered slightly, "This book in your hand is a gift from Matthew when I completed the suspension procedures at Cambridge University, and the inside pages of the book should be fine. To find his initials, it's like an easter egg hidden in a corner, only to be found if you really read it carefully. The one that I originally collected for myself should now be in Matthew's Notting Hill flat."

Rooney's eyes showed a hint of curiosity, "Oh, it sounds like there seems to be a story in it."

"Ha." Renly chuckled, "that's the story in the script. When I was still at Eton, once, I deliberately locked the English teacher out of the classroom, and then stood on the stage and began to perform the play, Trust me, Mr. Stanley wouldn't have liked what he saw through the window, and he got the Headmaster in a frenzy."

"Wow!" Rooney exclaimed, "I think Mr. Stanley made a wrong decision." The vampire prank of the "Gravity" crew is still spreading far and wide in Hollywood.

Renly raised his eyebrows slightly, "A week later, I read the play on the radio. Andre and Matthew blocked the door of the radio room, you should really see all the teachers and school at that time. The supervisors slammed the door of the broadcast room frantically, and later, Eaton also made a painting to record the scene of that day.”

"Haha." Rooney couldn't help but chuckled, "What should I do? I'm starting to wonder about your middle school career now."

"Not so popular. When I read 'School of Disinformation' aloud on the radio, other than the teacher, the other students were not very satisfied. They felt that I was mocking them." Renly said calmly.

Rooney thought about it seriously, "I have no way to refute it."

Renly shrugged. "They're not as stupid as I thought."

Rooney nodded meaningfully, "I'm starting to feel sorry for those reporters. They still don't understand who their opponents are."

"Who?" Lan Li raised his eyebrows slightly, and a playful look appeared in his eyes.

Rooney raised her chin, snorted softly, and didn't answer, as if to say: I won't be fooled. Then he lowered his head again, opened the book, and continued to read.

The smile in Renly's eyes tinged with the corners of his mouth, and without saying anything more, he raised his foot and walked towards the bathroom. Today is hanging Weiya again and emotional ups and downs. Underwear is wet and dry, dry and wet, and now the whole body feels more and more heavy, and he needs a hot bath to relax.

"Spoofing School",

This is actually a play, not a novel. The author is Richard-Sheridan, a famous British social and customs comedy writer, and George-Byron (-Byron) admires it very much.

Richard Sheridan's family background is not significant but has already entered the elite. His father, a professional theatre actor and a writer, is quite well-known in the industry, which also allowed him to study in high school with Eton College. He studied alongside Harrow School; but after graduating, he still did not climb further into the upper class, but returned to the theatre circle down-to-earth, which also made his works often capture the keen differences between different classes.

For professionals in theatre circles, Richard Sheridan is the second best playwright after William Shakespeare, of which "The School of Disinformation" is his pinnacle, created in 1777.

This script mainly tells about the noble men and women of the upper class in the UK. Because they have nothing to do, they spread rumors every day to destroy other people's reputations and families, and even set up a "rumor school". The core of the story revolves around two Aristocratic brothers with different personalities unfold.

The younger brother is a profligate prostitute, but he is kind-hearted and kind-hearted; while the older brother is a gentleman who follows the rules and is full of benevolence and morality, but is actually a greedy and hypocritical villain. After several tests, the real/temperament of the two brothers was finally revealed. The whole process is climax after another, full of fun, and the comedy effect is really good.

Through this farce, Richard Sheridan showed the vanity, greed and hypocrisy of British high society.

It was in the distant 1777, which also means that, as early as the end of the eighteenth century, with the rise of drama and novels, the British aristocracy was facing constant provocation, and the contradiction between classes also derived many wonderful things. works; but the same situation has not been substantially improved after entering the 21st century.

With this background, Renly's mischief at Eton is brought to life, and the chaotic scenes of the time can still be depicted.

Renly didn't stay in the bathroom for too long. Although he took a hot bath to relax his muscles, it only lasted for less than half an hour, and then Renly appeared in the hall again, full of steam. He wiped his still dripping hair with a bath towel.

Rooney raised her head and looked at Renly in front of her. She was barefoot and wearing a white T. She seemed to be disarming quietly. The tiredness and laziness between her brows slowly flowed out, and she couldn't help but reappear in her mind. Seeing Paul lying on the hospital bed, she knew that Renly would definitely go to the hospital soon, so she put the "rumour school" next to her and stretched out her right hand towards Renly, "Come here, I'll help you. "

Renly stood there, hesitating for a moment, but he was so tired that he couldn't think about the pretense any more. He walked over barefoot, turned his back on the sofa, and crossed his legs in front of Rooney. Sit down and drape the towel over his head, like Middle Eastern Arabian clothing.

Rooney wiped the wet hair gently through the towel, and then massaged Renly's scalp with a little force with her fingertips. Si, passed down bit by bit, causing Ren Li to slowly close his eyes.

There was no dialogue, but the warm air was flowing in the room. Renly was almost half asleep. After a whole day of work, his stamina and energy were overdrawn. Even though he just slept in the car for a while, it was still not enough. To relieve fatigue, now after relaxing, more and more sleepy.

Ren Li half closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "How is your day?"

"In the morning, I went to the hospital to visit Paul, met Jack, and we stayed in the hospital for nearly an hour; later, I went to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities, and the supermarket was doing activities today, and I bought a lot of kitchen paper and toilets Paper, and then a whole bunch of towels."

"Then I thought about it, what do you think of pasta for dinner? I called Amy Adams specifically, do you know that she was born in Italy? I asked about the sauce for the pasta, and she personally Gave me a big bottle of the sauce her mother made at home, and that's what it's like to be authentically Italian."

"In the afternoon, when I got back, um... I watched a movie, 'The Whale Circus,' and there were a lot of interesting scenes in it."

Rooney talked about the trivial things in daily life like this, but it made Renly feel very comfortable, until a familiar topic came up, and by the way, he added, "There are only thirty-nine scenes in the whole movie. But it lasted nearly 150 minutes, all in long takes."

"I think the most powerful thing about Tal is that he doesn't see too many traces in his long shots. You don't deliberately notice that those are long shots, but the whole sense of narrative flow comes out. This lens language The ability is really admirable." Rooney also nodded in agreement.

Bela-Tarr, a famous Hungarian director, has always been obsessed with the exploration of medium and long shots, and has his own obsession with film language.

"But I don't like it very much," Renly said objectively. "Of course, he is a very special director. His shots are often able to convey shock without a sound, as in 'The Whale Circus'. In the riot part of the half, the powerful force in silence is really admirable. It is a real movie, telling the story and spirit through the camera. His camera language has self-awareness, which requires people to think about those philosophical thoughts, those social Reflection can only be understood if there is more understanding, otherwise it can only be cruising outside the door,”

Rooney pondered for a moment, "No, I don't think so. I think his camera language is shocking in itself. It doesn't need to be understood or in-depth, and the mind can calm down."

"I agree. He is always keen to use his own lens to explore the philosophy contained in life, you can look at him again... uh, it should be the 2011 work 'The Horse of Turin', which corresponds to the creation of the world by God Seven Days of Destruction. But I like Theo-Angelopoulos' use of lenses more. Not that long lenses can't be used, but long lenses should have their own philosophical thinking , or Nuri-Bilge- as a reference.”

Renly and Rooney sat quietly in front of the sofa, discussing film and directing, acting and art, each with their own opinions, occasionally finding resonance, and occasionally arguing.

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