Life in the Bronx is full of challenges, and the life of a homeless man in the Bronx is even more dangerous.

Before deciding to experience life in the Bronx as a homeless man, Lan Li actually considered other options.

One is to follow the setting of the "detached" male protagonist, using the school as a place of experience, Lan Li does not need to be a teacher, only needs to enter the school, and observe those students as a bystander, which is enough, and the other is to move to the Bronx to live for a period of time, not only in the two weeks before the start of filming, but also for the entire filming in the future, truly integrated into the daily life of the entire area.

Considering that Henry was not a homeless man in the first place, but an authentic teacher. Both options are more person-oriented, relatively safer, and, of course, most importantly, simpler.

This time, though, it's different.

What Lan Li needs is to observe as a bystander, to integrate into the life of the Bronx as an ordinary person, from this point of view, but to get rid of Henry's character itself, the desperate and painful state of the character, and to feel the living conditions of the local residents, especially the teenagers, in a more objective and more subjective, more vivid and closer way.

This is one thing, but there is one more important thing to consider.

"Fast and Thrill/Emotion 5" is in full swing, it is still the most outstanding box office performance in the summer so far, the posters of the movie are all over the streets and alleys, and there is still a single poster of Lan Li hanging at the door of the cinema in the next block, which will more or less attract some attention with the original appearance of "Lan Li-Hall". If it causes a riot, it will deviate even more from the original intention, but will disrupt the rhythm of life of the residents and cause unnecessary trouble.

Although Lan Li is not a top star like Tom Cruise now, he is not a nobody that no one knows about.

After comprehensive consideration, Lan Li still chose the lifestyle of a homeless man. He knew the difficulties and challenges he was about to face, and he also knew the consequences and effects of his choices, but after the boiling of the past period of time, surrounded by the spotlight of the media, Lan Li was full of desire for performance, and his mind reawakened everything that he experienced during the filming of "Fighting Cancer", and that hunger/thirst drove Lan Li to rush into the preparation of "detachment".

This kind of excitement and anticipation flowing in the blood is burning.

Even if you are mentally prepared, even if you are full of infinite expectations, the real life of the Bronx is far beyond imagination and gives Lan Li a heavy blow.

That night five days earlier, he had managed to occupy a place at McDonald's, curled up on the couch by the window, and fell asleep, only to be woken up in the middle of the night by a fragmented noise, looking out the window at the dark blue ruined scene, and looking for the source of the sound in a daze.

Then he saw the gunfire in the night, like a firework, but it didn't look brilliant at all, just a fist-sized one, fleeting.

The sound was different from what I heard in the movie, dull like a heavy hammer, and even a random "bangbang" sound did not set off the slightest wave, as if a huge stone had sunk into the sea, so depressed that it did not look like a shot that could take a fragile life.

Not mighty, not magnificent.

The sound rang out for a while, and then fell silent, like a ship sailing on the surface of the sea in the middle of the night. The water is in the water, but the night is quiet. Everyone knew that something had happened, but the calm in front of them did not show any waves, so they waited anxiously.

One minute, five minutes, the passage of time seemed to lose its meaning, and then I saw two black men running in a hurry, covered in blood, with large patches of blood on their cheeks, hands, and clothes, like lost dogs, fleeing in a hurry. The figure just passed by the door of McDonald's, and disappeared into the thick night in an instant, as if it had never appeared. But Lan Li knew that he was not dazzled.

That night ended like that, a bit of an anticlimactic twist, but the next day, Lan Li saw the news, "There was a gang fight in the Bronx, seven people were killed and fourteen were injured. It wasn't until this point that Lan Li really understood the Bronx.

In this area, which seems to have nothing to do with Manhattan, no one cares about the future, no one cares about dreams, no one cares about freedom, no one cares about the meaning of life, survival, this is their most important priority. It's not just the warmth of the night, it's not just the satiety of the next meal, it's a real threat to life.

After all this, looking at the street girl just now, life seems to have become gentle in an instant, the tenderness hidden in the roughness and brutality, revealing a piercing coldness, and indifferent indifference.

Lan Li can't imagine what life is like in such an environment, and even more so what it is like to grow up in such an environment. Whenever hope arises, it is extinguished, suppressed, and even hope never exists, but the fresh and young soul has been riddled with holes and vicissitudes, and even goes further than the blue rite of the two lives.

It's just that they have not been precipitated after thousands of tempers, but they have been stillborn before they have time to work hard or look forward to it. It was a group of children who could not yet be called "men and women", a group of teenagers who had not yet seen the whole world, a group of blind people who did not have the ability to judge themselves, and a group of immature souls who rushed left and right but could not find an exit.

In the United States, where the crime rate among blacks remains high, the white middle class has begun to accuse blacks of lack of education, discipline, and organization, which has led to a further increase in the rate of racial discrimination and even increased the chances of white police officers and prosecutors being shot when dealing with black cases.

In fact, this is a complex and serious social issue that has implications in many aspects, including economic, educational, cultural, and historical inheritance. When society refuses to be more tolerant, the environment in which black teenagers grow up is not changed, and then a vicious circle is formed, leading to high crime rates, and the Bronx is a typical example.

Among them, the lack of education is undoubtedly one of the important links. With the lack of family education, the prevarication of school education, and the neglect of social education, the younger generation of blacks is facing round after round of confusion and confusion. This is true not only for African-Americans, but also for the regional disparities caused by the gap between the rich and the poor, and the Latinos, Italians, Asians, and so on living in the Bronx.

In the "detachment" script, the real theme is not race, Tony and Carl enrich the racial elements of the students, including Asian, Latino and African-American characters, but focus on white people. The essential meaning is to tell the profound impact of the gap between the rich and the poor and the lack of education on the younger generation, as well as the profound impact on society.

It can even be understood that the school portrayed in the script and the message conveyed by the characters are a revelation to the current state of education in the United States.

Lan Li was a little lucky, glad that he chose to be a homeless man and came into contact with a real Bronx, and at the same time, a precarious and dangerous Bronx. The urgency and fear of hanging your head on the waistband of your trousers, and the step-by-step and cautious attitude of life, are the most essential things.

He tied up his clothes casually, wrapped the camera tightly in it, and then threw it into the burlap bag next to him without paying attention, gathered up and stood up, and walked in the direction of the intersection, where two or three young women began to appear one after another on the opposite corner.

Women, that's not an accurate word because they're girls. She was even younger than the girl who had been blackmailed by the big horn just now. They looked like they were no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and they were probably just graduating from elementary school.

But at this time, they were dressed in heavy makeup, wearing colorful wigs, leopard print, checkered suspenders, red and lemon yellow shorts, black mesh stockings underneath, and a pair of dusty studded boots.

The young faces were covered with clumsy makeup, and then they happily blamed each other for their bad makeup, took out cotton pads, tried to wipe off the heavy makeup, and then repainted them.

Lan Li knew that they were all /hin/prostitutes. Because of their underage, they can't look for customers in fixed places such as bars or billiard courts, so they have to wander the streets or take the bus, looking for customers who are worth starting with, or who are interested in them. The price of a night is not fixed at all, it could be fifty dollars, it could be a sandwich, it could be a punch and kick.

Looking at them, Lan Li's eyes flashed with a trace of unbearable. He is not a saint, nor is he Jesus, but the moral bottom line burns hot in the stomach.

"What, you're interested?" a bewitching voice came from his ear, and when he turned his head, he could see a young girl. With sun-colored skin and waterfall black hair, he looked like he was Latino, about fourteen years old, and his face hidden under heavy makeup didn't really look real.

That ambiguous look was seducing/luring Lan Li, and if that wasn't obvious enough, her right hand was feeling Lan Li's arm as if it weren't there, and that was direct enough.

Lan Li couldn't help but feel ridiculous, how desperate she was to find the homeless man. Of course, Lan Li also knows that many homeless people actually have a little family background, and it is no problem to prostitute a trip.

"Are you sure the foundation on your left eye is thick enough?" Lan Li said disdainfully, tearing at his hoarse voice. Hidden beneath that foundation was a bruise. After saying that, Lan Li ignored the little girl, dragged her burlap bag, and crossed the zebra crossing under the traffic light.