Nine Hundred and Twenty-Six Burst Across the Board

"Javert, before you speak, before you drag me away as a slave, please listen to me." Jean Valjean stood up and began to slowly circle with Javert, walking in circles like a beast, but An unshakable belief burst forth. When a person has something that needs to be guarded, he will become extremely powerful, even stronger than imagined.

This was the first official meeting between Jean-Valjean and Javert after revealing his true identity. There was no fear, no embarrassment, and Jean-Valjean, who fell into the dust again, was better than the mayor. When he was even more courageous, those eyes burst out with unrelenting rays of light, even if there were thousands of troops standing in front of him, even if there was an abyss behind him, he was still not afraid!

So, Jean-Valjean assumed a bullfighting stance and began to wrestle with Javert.

On the huge stage, Javert is like a beacon, standing in the middle to the left, motionless like a mountain; while Jean Valjean starts from the hospital bed on the right and slowly turns counterclockwise, step by step. The tense muscles all over his body appeared, and he seemed to be ready to attack at any time.

In the contrast between the static and the moving, the status, momentum, class, etc. of the two people are all vividly displayed, especially the powerful power contained in the body movements, which is eye-catching.

"This poor woman has left a lonely child, and no one is willing to take care of it except me." Jean Valjean straightened his back and stated the truth, "Have mercy, just give me three days. Just fine."

Javert didn't speak, just made a move, drew out his long sword, still standing in place with his footsteps, then raised his right hand high, stretched it out, and aimed at Jean Valjean with the tip of the sword, this is the best 's statement.

"I swear! I'll be back in three days, I'll definitely be back!" Jean-Valjean's footsteps still didn't stop, like an agile cheetah, that raw and rough texture, invisible, once again The aura between the two people was clearly divided, and Fantine, who was lying next to his bones, pushed this absurd sense of confrontation to the extreme.

Javert's footsteps finally began to move, one step after another, advancing toward Jean-Valjean, shaking his head gently, shouting, "You must think I'm crazy, and have been chasing you for so many years!"

Jean Valjean clearly realized the sense of oppression, turned around, tore a long wooden stick from the wall, used it as a long sword, and began to confront Javert, but the distance between the two was still not widened. Recently, the tense atmosphere gradually began to rise.

"People like you are unrepentant!" Javert put his legs together, his head held high, his long sword stretched out flat, and he called himself fair, and challenged Jean Valjean to a duel in a chivalrous style.

But Jean-Valjean had no formal weapons, and this was never a fair duel; meanwhile, Javert didn't even glance at Fantine,

The inferior people who sold their bodies were not worth mentioning to him, and they were also a member of the criminals. Javert simply and neatly denied Jean Valjean's defense.

He doesn't understand, and doesn't want to understand, what exactly these people have gone through. Because in his opinion, he has experienced everything like them, but he is a good citizen who abides by the law. These criminals who break the law must be wiped out. Only in this way can the society return to peace.

So Javert straightened his back and stared at Jean Valjean sharply, as if a hunter aimed at his prey, and denounced horribly, "You kind of person!"

That disdainful tone and disdainful eyes drew a gap between the two!

In the center of the stage, Jean-Valjean and Javert finally stood parallel, one left and one right, facing each other.

In the dim light on the left, Jean-Valjean slowly stood up straight, as if he was carrying the weight of the times and fate and was fighting with all his strength; in the strong light on the right, Javert raised his chin, Looking down at the ant-like opponent condescendingly, a trace of contempt flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The tense atmosphere finally broke out!

"Whether you believe it or not!" Jean Valjean raised his voice and defended aloud.

"People like you will never repent!" Javert didn't listen at all, and scolded him back by hitting the wall.

"I promise to be responsible!" Jean Valjean defended again.

"People like you will never repent!" Javert reiterated his position!

One left channel, one right channel, two people sang loudly at the same time, and the powerful sound waves collided with each other. There was no sequence or interlace, but they expressed their opinions in unison. The intense sparks of the confrontation began to burn, and the entire theater could only hear the rumbling of thunder, and a mighty sound erupted between the lightning and thunder.

"You don't know my past!" - "No! 24061!"

"I just stole a piece of bread!" - "My duty is to uphold the law, and you have no right to argue with me!"

No fancy, no cover up, no room, in the face-to-face confrontation, Javert, who occupied the moral high ground, easily defeated all of Jean-Valjean's arguments, and his momentum rose little by little, and he was almost on the verge of defeating him. Jean Valjean was completely crushed.

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Overwhelmed, really overwhelmed, the huge amount of information swarmed in, not to mention the time and space to think, it was like breathing became difficult, the momentum of the stormy waves continued to vent, Mark Lacan Te could only sit on a chair and accept the baptism in a jaw-dropping manner.

The interweaving of words and melody completely shattered all emotions, but Mark was not confused at all. The fierce and violent lyrics set off stormy waves, but they were magically distinct, and the confrontation between them was like one wave after another. The waves rolled down overlappingly:

The confrontation between self-proclaimed justice and social reality, the confrontation between the ruling class and the poor, the interlacing of moral highs and cruel life, not only entangled the fate of Jean Valjean and Javert, but also the entire social status quo and The background of the times was entangled, and that anger began to gurgle in my ears.

Javert, played by Ezra Miller, is tall and straight and terrifying. His majesty aloft seems to represent the judgment of the law and God's overlooking, bit by bit smashing the criminals in front of him into the dust. There is no doubt that Javert has the absolute upper hand, and in this head-to-head confrontation, Javert is the judge.

However, Mark's eyes could not leave Jean Valjean played by Renly Hall.

He knows that this is a confrontation scene, this is a rivalry and evenly divided confrontation, both sides have shown a strong momentum of unyielding, unimaginable sparks burst out, all emotions and information are like rushing waterfalls Generally rushing down, people completely indulge in the magnificent momentum.

However, he still had no choice.

In Jean Valjean he saw struggle and embarrassment. Jean-Valjean did not lie or quibble, he admitted his identity calmly, and accepted the judgment of fate honestly and with integrity, but the anger in his heart, the anger from poverty and bitter cold, the anger against society and the times, but In Fantine, it broke out completely.

Jean Valjean saw himself in the body of the soul that died prematurely. The only difference is that he was redeemed by Bishop Miliere and reborn; while Fantine did not have such a chance. He was eager to help Fantine and Cosette, for guilt, but also for redemption. Like the cycle of fate.

So Jean Valjean is giving in, explaining, explaining, imploring.

During the confrontation, Jean Valjean retreated again and again, and there was a touch of sadness and grief in his tough voice, and those vivid pictures could not help but emerge in his mind, because of hunger and desperate, Jean Valjean who chose to steal bread. , Fantine who fell into the mud because of his livelihood and was forced to force / good / for / prostitute. Struggle on the line of survival, but reduced to prisoners and corpses.

However, Javert remained aggressive.

During the confrontation, Jean Valjean had no way to retreat, and his tough voice gradually became firmer. The slowly upright spine and the slowly clenched fists went from passive resistance, humble as dust, to active attack and forced to fight. The whole mentality change is vividly displayed.

In just a few short lines of lyrics, the change of body language and the change of loud singing, a majestic picture was drawn in Mark's mind. It was the life of Jean Valjean, it was the life of Fantine, and it was the same. The appearance of all beings in the era does not need to think at all, and the continuous shock will come surging.

How could his eyes leave Renly? How could his mind leave Renly?

The power of the performance and the foreshadowing of the plot are all integrated into the characters. In this strong confrontation, the whole line bursts out, and the ears and eyes are almost not enough, wonderful! Really wonderful!

This is a two-person turn between Javert and Jean Valjean, and this is still a triangular confrontation between Javert, Fantine and Jean Valjean, but all the core, all the key points, all the essence, all condensed in On Renly.

Although Renly has been holding back the performance, going inward, inward, and inward again, trying his best to maintain the balance of the scene, the deep foundation of the performance is based on the plot and characters, and it bursts out unimaginable. Shocked, the audience's soul began to tremble.

It is always said that television is the art of the screenwriter, film is the art of the director, and theatre is the art of the actor.

It was not until this moment that Mark finally understood the meaning of this sentence. On this stage, in this world, the details of the performance and the aura were perfectly integrated. It seemed that nothing could be seen, but everything was felt. , the vast world spreads out in front of you, you can only admire and praise reverently, and then paint a speck of dust, blending into the world described by Victor Hugo, looking up to history.

In line of sight, Jean Valjean finally straightened his waist completely, and suddenly burst out with a sturdy and turbulent momentum, forcibly shocking Shawei to the spot, and the instant confrontation and transformation were enough to make people cry. Eyebrows!