Levine in front of him, physically and mentally exhausted, the thick exhaustion was transmitted through the clear eyes, and even the slightly frowning eyebrows were so heavy that he was almost out of breath, as if he could clearly feel the weight of gravity pressing on that tall shoulder, but outlining a touch of vicissitudes of sadness.

The tip of Jane's tongue was mixed, a trace of anger, a trace of unwillingness, a trace of absurdity, she thought that her understanding was wrong, and couldn't help but raise the end of the voice and ask, "Are you tired?" After saying this, she was startled by herself, and her careful and faint soft tone revealed a little trembling, like a tremor at the tip of her heart.

The corners of Levien's mouth pulled out a trace of bitterness, and even the self-deprecating smile could not be raised, and his eyelids drooped, and the thick and slender eyelashes cast a shadow, covering the cyan shadows around the eye circles, and the deep powerlessness and discouragement still quietly overflowed, "Yes, I'm so/tired." ”

The weak voice approached lightly like a child worried about a frightened butterfly, but the clumsy movements still tightened, and the contradiction and harmony outlined a deeper level of abandonment and helplessness.

"I thought I just needed a good night's sleep, but...... But it may not be enough. Levien's eyes stared at Jane's abdomen in a daze, unconscious movements, the focus was not aligned at all, and he said softly, the thoughts in his mind were suddenly surging together, chaotic and disorderly, but he didn't care anymore at this time.

He was really tired.

It's not just the fatigue of running long distances and wandering, but the exhaustion from the depths of his soul. Once upon a time, a deep night's sleep could be restored, life could be faced again, and music could be made again, but this time it was not, and he could no longer continue to walk.

Raising his eyes again, Levine stared at Jane for a long time, his gaze sketching the outline of the woman's face little by little, and finally landed on the watery eyes, and looked at it carefully. Levine's calm eyes, which did not seem to have changed or made any sound, had already told all the stories.

This is the only time that Levine exposes his mind in front of Jane, and the deep and fiery love, after being so thick that it begins to become fragile and sad.

It's just a flash.

Jane didn't have time to catch it, let alone dig deeper, and then Levien regained her calmness again, as if nothing had happened, which made Jane stunned slightly, and there was a slight shock between the waves of her eyes.

Before Jane could speak, though, Levien continued, "But, thank you, thank you for trying. There was a faint choking in the depths of his throat, but it was well hidden, and his eyes gradually deepened, and he said, "I love you." ”

Jane was a little embarrassed.

Reflexively avoided his gaze, but then turned his head again to look at Levine in front of him.

She almost fell for it, this is not the Levion she knew, nor the Levion she once had a heart for, this is a complete failure, he didn't adapt to the mainstream market like Jim, nor ended his life in pain and torture like Mickey, just ...... Gave up.

Such Levien is too strange and too decadent.

She didn't like such Levien, even disgusted.

In the past, Levien was unlikable, but also unhatable, his talent, his talent, his artistic atmosphere, his romantic temperament, his lofty and arrogant bones, it seemed that only by hating him outright could he really avoid liking him, so Levien was merciful throughout Greenwich Village, and almost no one could refuse him, even if he always hated him behind his back.

But now Levine is disgusting.

"Please. Jane rolled her eyes and smiled ridiculously, as if she had seen through Levine's prank.

Levine didn't speak, just looked at Jane quietly.

All the splendor in those eyes converged, but revealed a tragic firmness and bitter helplessness, penetrating all the armor and masks, and projecting deeply into the depths of Jane's eyes.

A look is worth a thousand words. Time stopped again in an instant, and it spread like smoke.

"Cards!"

Joel Cohen's voice came over, breaking the mirror of the drama, and everyone woke up and returned to reality.

There was a bitter and dreary atmosphere in the cramped apartment, as if I had just finished an incomparably long journey, scarred, physically and mentally exhausted, and all thoughts were discouraged, and the only thought in my mind was to bury my head in the quilt and fall into a deep sleep in the dark, and so on for a long time.

It's not sadness, it's not pain, but it's breathless.

This is the story of Levian, but no one really knows what Levien went through, this is Levion's life, but no one really knows how Levien got here. But none of this matters anymore, even the hardships and difficulties of chasing dreams are no longer important, the only thing that matters is life.

The ubiquitous pressure of reality swarmed, crushing Levine's arrogance little by little, polishing Levin's edges and corners little by little, and then the radiant and talented folk singer was annihilated in the torrent of the times little by little, and finally became a member of the vast sea of people.

In a trance, one is reminded of Vincent van Gogh, the genius who struggled all his life and eventually died in depression and struggle. During his lifetime, he could not sell even a single painting, starved and cold, and was displaced, but after his death, his work influenced the work of art for an entire century.

In the story of "The Moon and Sixpence", Strickland gives up a job that seems to be the envy of everyone, just to paint.

He didn't have any foundation in painting, he just loved painting, and in the eyes of outsiders, he was completely crazy, and no one could understand his choice. But he finally found himself, bloomed all the light of life in the madness, and finally died like a vagabond in the remote mountains.

Now, the same goes for Levine Davis.

After being completely disoriented under the pressure of the world, giving up on persistence, giving up on himself, and withdrawing himself from arrogance and individuality, the Levine Davis who sang "Hang me, oh, hang me" is dying.

It's all so cruel, so cold, so horrible. The indescribable but lingering sighs are suffocating.

Everyone can find their own figure in Levine, what they have compromised and what they have given up in order to live, and they have lost their truest selves after all. Who I am, where I came from, and where I'm going to go are questions that he has spent his entire life pondering, and Levien once had the answers, but now he is lost again.

A performance, but it shows a life.

One look, but one world.

One character, but alluding to everyone.

There was a faint sense of melancholy throughout the apartment, surging gently.

As a result, the staff began to move unconsciously, but they just circled in place, and then had nothing to do, making trivial noises, diverting their attention, and little by little they brought their emotions back to reality from the drama, and felt the reality of reality in a down-to-earth manner.

But the commotion lasted only for a moment, and then it gradually quieted down, and everyone fell into their own thoughts thoughtfully, carefully recalling the fragments of memories of the past, each with their own story, reflected on Levine's body, showing a different appearance.

"Good, the scene was excellent. No problem! We packed our tools and moved on to the next location. Joel's voice rang out at an inopportune time, breaking the silence in the air, but then Joel realized that there seemed to be a spell in the apartment, no one moving, and no one responding.

The Coen brothers have never been masters of interpreting performances.

Joel can feel the power of acting, just like the performance videos of the pioneer village before, but for the director, he needs more of an emotion, as long as the emotion is in place, this is enough, as for further digging into the hidden meaning of the performance, and the support between the performance and the plot, this is not his forte.

Rather than concentrating on the actors' performances, the Coen brothers are better at building the entire scene.

Therefore, at this time, Joel could feel that Lan Li's performance was good, but he lacked some touch, he was an anxious man, looked around, and shouted anxiously:

"It took six shots to finish, and we've been here all morning, and now we've finally found the perfect performance to call it a day, doesn't anyone respond? Or do you not care about the finishing time?"

This time, the spell was finally lifted.

The staff began to move, and the sound rang again, but it still seemed a little dull, not like finishing part of the work and moving on to the next part, more like packing bags and going to the distance, anticipation and anxiety, apprehension and excitement mixed complex feelings, difficult to describe in a simple word.

Joel let out a long breath and turned to look at Ethan, asking with a confused face, "What the hell is going on?"

Ethan's understanding is more delicate and vivid, and he can vaguely understand the deep meaning of the performance just now, which is not specific enough, but shocking enough, and the shooting is amazing.

Ethan had long been accustomed to Joel's hindsight and didn't care at all. He waved his hand, "It's okay, maybe it's because it's too cold outside and everyone doesn't want to go out, so the movement is still a little slower." ”

Joel thought about it and agreed.

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