Sitting in a chair in the screening room, Mark Lacante continued to writhe his body, and the excitement and excitement revealed from his body made him unable to calm down at all.

Katarina Kofler on the right side had to slap Mark's arm hard, lowered her voice, and squeezed words out between her teeth word by word, "Mark, you should be quiet, otherwise, it will affect the rest of the audience, and we will be thrown out directly." "The hard tone and pronunciation of the German language, which is stubbornly muffled between the lips and teeth, become more and more threatening.

Mark didn't realize it, he shifted his seat again, his eyes looked at Katarina brightly, and he was full of excitement, "Isn't this all amazing? We're about to watch a Ranley Hale movie, and we've just met Ranley-Hall, and we had a face-to-face conversation with Ranley Hall last night!"

In a few simple words, Katarina was also enthusiastic, but she still saved a little bit of reason, "Yes, yes, I know." But a movie is a movie, and an actor is an actor. We still have to make an objective judgment on the movie. Remembering her loss of mind on the red carpet, Katarina's cheeks burned slightly.

Luckily, Mark and Catarina weren't the only ones who were "excited", the whole screening room, buzzing and reverberating with restlessness and excitement, pregnant with powerful energy, seemed to be in danger of exploding at any moment, and gradually, the lights overhead began to dim, and the commotion in the ears began to calm down at the same time, and the screening was about to begin.

Before Mark could compose himself, a large close-up of Lan Li's face appeared on the big screen - just a five-second intro for the producer, no movie title, no cast list, not even any warning, and the movie cut to the point.

The excitement in his chest surged up like a torrent, so excited that he almost stood up and screamed, but in the next second, Mark's eyes were fixed on the big screen.

A messy and unruly hair with a sloppy beard, a ginger light spilling down the drooping eyelashes, the sparkling eyes looming, the expressionless face, as if in deep thought, but the confusion and exhaustion between the eyebrows are like smoke.

The entire shot is almost close to Lan Li's face, and every detail on that cheek is magnified to the extreme, and it is clearly visible. No words are needed, the performance has already begun, and just one shot is a moment in which the emotion slowly spreads.

The right hand holding the pencil in his hand, supporting the temples, the slender fingers gently rubbing the tail of the eyebrows and forehead, the fingertips, the tip of the pen, and the projection of the palm of the hand are mottled on the cheeks, outlining the handsome and elegant face with a trace of vicissitudes.

The eyelids are raised, the dark brown eyes are clearly visible, and you can even see the light in the pupils flowing slowly, indifferent, detached, and calm. "Don't let anyone else in. He said, his deep voice with a hint of hoarseness, a faint exhaustion but a deep drag, "I'd rather let these people do it now." Everybody's spread out, okay? Don't crowd here. Thank you. ”

A voice sounded next to him, "We can too...... Let the others at the door leave. ”

"Lock the door. He replied, his gaze paused for a moment, as if staring at the door, slightly distracted, the focus blurred a little, but soon came back to his senses, "Just lock it." Thank you. Then, lowering his eyes again, his gaze froze slightly, and he pondered for a moment, before the focus shifted downwards and fell back to his hands or knees—in the close-up, only his cheeks, and nothing else could be seen.

One raised his eyes, one lowered his eyes, two lines, and raised his hand at one time. There was no superfluous expression, and there was even some suspicion of facial paralysis, but when the eyes flowed, a faint sadness penetrated through the layer of indifference and calm, seeping out. And then...... The piano music begins to cut in, and the notes of sadness, coldness, gentleness, and surge are cathartic.

Mark was stunned like this, his body still maintained a strange posture, but the restless and chaotic emotions quietly calmed down, and slowly sat back in the chair, and the whole person's thoughts entered that world, the world hidden behind the big screen and built by Lan Li.

A chalk drawing appeared on the big screen, a big tree, and then all the leaves withered and turned into a book, and the leaves became a line on the page, "I have never felt so deeply that my existence is so real at the distance from the soul - Albert Camus." ”

This is Europe, a Europe that is well versed in philosophy, literature, and history, and philosophy courses are an essential part of it from primary school to the end of university. Therefore, everyone present immediately understood the meaning of this sentence and the hidden connotation behind this sentence. The origin of the name of the film "Detachment" has surfaced.

Teacher.

At the beginning of the film, six teachers are interviewed in a documentary way to tell the story of how they became teachers, and then the camera switches to Lan Li again. It's as if Lan Li is also a real teacher.

"Most of the teachers here used to believe that they could make a difference. Lan Li's expression was very calm, his eyes were very calm, and the rhythm of his speech was a little slow, as if he was organizing the language, but the slow and distant voice dragged a touch of heaviness in the air, and there was no need for unnecessary embellishments and embellishments, and the weight of emotions and thoughts fell on the hearts of every audience.

"I know how important it is to guide and help others understand the complexities of the world. Lan Li paused for a moment, and the focus began to drift away again, sinking into his own thoughts, "When I was growing up, I didn't really have those. He paused again for a moment, didn't say anything more, just gently retracted his chin, and the light in his eyes dimmed little by little.

Sadness, bitterness, confusion, confusion, sensitivity. It doesn't seem to have any expression, but it exhausts all emotions. The movie began like that.

Just the beginning, Mark fell in love with the work.

It's a school that has fallen to rock bottom, where grades have not improved, where students are degenerating, where educators are shirking their responsibilities, where corruption is rampant, and where there is no hope or sunshine in sight.

Henry Barth, the protagonist of the story, comes to this school as a temporary substitute teacher. Dressed in a suit and walking calmly, Henry walked into the classroom and began his first lesson.

"Good morning. Henry put the briefcase and coffee on the table, and looked at the students who responded to the greeting, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, but there was no smile, "I'm Mr. Bart." Many of you don't know that this is an eleventh grade English class, right?" Henry said in a calm tone, standing in front of the podium, "Listen, I only have one rule, just one. ”

"If you don't want to stay here, don't come. Before Henry's words fell, a Latino-looking teenager couldn't wait to say, "Dude, what the hell do you mean?"

"It's not 'buddy', it's Mr. Bart. Henry corrected, then turned around and wrote his last name on the blackboard, "The 'S' is unpronounced. ”

The young man shouted, "You're a sissy." ”

"Marcus, shut up!" shouted a chubby girl sitting at the back.

"No, shut up!" Marcus turned, scolding viciously, "Dead fat woman." Then the whole classroom burst into laughter.

Henry turned around and walked over to Marcus, smiling, "Hey, Marcus, guess what? ”

Marcus smirked, "You mean now?"

"Yes, now. Henry moved the table away and signaled the direction to the door.

Marcus and his friends high-fived and celebrated, stood up without hesitation, walked to the gate, and looked at Henry who opened the door, "What, you want me to go to the principal's office?"

Henry closed the door and pushed Marcus out, "I don't care. Then I saw Marcus standing at the door of the classroom with a confused expression, and for some reason, the classroom burst into laughter again. Henry walked back in, "Everybody take out a piece of paper, and I want to see how everybody's writing skills are." ”

"What if there is no paper?" shouted a black man with a turban.

Henry ignored it and continued, "Here's the scenario, you're dead. Briefly note ......"

"Hey, bastard! I'm fucking/asking you questions!" the black guy was furious and interrupted Henry viciously.

Henry didn't pay any attention to the guy and continued, "What will your family or friends say about you at the funeral. How? You have thirty minutes. ”

Some students began to coax "", some students began to laugh, and the black guy stood up, like a zombie, walked to the podium with fierce eyes, and confronted Henry, "I'm/asking you questions, aren't I?" and then silently picked up Henry's briefcase and slammed it against the classroom door, looking unstoppable.

Not only was Henry not angry, but he also pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a light smile, "Is there anything else?"

"You//son better before I grass/flip you!" said the black kid grimly.

However, Henry did not react violently, just looked at the other party calmly, and carefully looked at the immature and youthful face, which made the black guy a little uncomfortable, and avoided his gaze before he realized it, which made the smile on the corner of Henry's mouth rise.

"That bag, it doesn't feel anything, it's empty, and I don't feel anything special, you can't hurt me, okay?" Henry's words were unhurried, always gentle, with a touch of hoarse grain, which made people feel calm, "I know you're angry, and I used to be too." I understand, but there's no reason for you to be mad at me because I'm one of the few people who try to give you a chance. Now, I need you to sit down and do your best to complete the composition. I'll give you a piece of paper, how about it?"

The young man squirmed his mouth, but did not open his mouth after all. Henry opened the folder, tore up a piece of paper, handed it over, and the young man took it, his tone gradually calming down, "Can you give me a pen?"

Henry didn't speak, the shallow smile always hung on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were calm.