It's just a ten-second performance, so short that it almost gives the illusion of blinking, but the power of the performance is easily convincing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info - Wen - hard to believe that this is a performance, not a real life; It's hard to imagine anyone who, after seeing this performance, would be willing to vote for someone else; It's hard to imagine that the power of performance can shock the soul!

This performance, suddenly, is the scene of Jeff himself not being castrated after the famous eleven-minute long shot in "Hard Fruit Candy". All the mood changes are completely presented by Lance's performance, which pushes the truth and shock of the story to the extreme.

All the audience at the scene were silent, looking at each other, and similar emotions could be seen in each other's eyes, and some people were sorry, as if they decided that Lance could not win; Some people regret that they don't vote for Lance; Some people are sighing, as if they are still extremely surprised no matter how many times they have watched it; Some people are appreciating and seem to genuinely admire Lance's acting skills...... The mixed eyes intertwined in the air, but no one remembered to give applause, just clapped mechanically, the sparse applause seemed a little wooden, and the lingering emotions seeped out in the sound.

Ian couldn't help but shake the beer bottle in his hand, the cold touch had gradually disappeared, and the cold beer seemed to have begun to warm up. If George really won the award? Ian let go of his right hand, gently placed the beer bottle on the table, slowly leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and breathed long, slow breath, the sharp light in his eyes flashed.

"Come on! Come on! Reims! Gawain's babbling shouts rang out next to him, waving his fists and jumping up, looking at the scene, it didn't look like an Oscar ceremony, but like a live rugby game.

Theo and Ian exchanged glances, and then the two of them tacitly chose to remain silent.

Standing on the stage, Nicole could feel the tight air, the wet and slimy touch was slowly crawling on the surface of the skin like a snail, and people couldn't help but want to writhe and shake off the disgusting touch, but Nicole still kept her composure, her eyes swept over the nervous faces of the guests in the audience, and then she let out a long and silent breath, Nicole smiled again, "This is the nominee for Best Supporting Actor, so ......" Now it's time to reveal the answer.

Matt Dillon senses the camera aimed at him and realizes that his every move will be broadcast live on TV, and he shows a big smile at the camera to hide his nervousness, but the action itself is too obvious and reveals the true emotions inside.

In the awards season, Matt is the most neglected actor, firstly because there are too many actors who "crash", the cost is low, and there are not so many public relations resources to develop, and secondly, because it is not easy to be brilliant in group dramas. So, Matt didn't win any awards, but people forget that Matt won all the nominations, he was the only actor to be in the Best Supporting Actor race in all the outposts of the awards season, and the other four nominees were more or less absent. This is also a testament to the recognition of him.

Now that the Oscars have come, there is hope, isn't it? Matt pursed his dry lips and supported his chin with his right hand a little awkwardly, and looked at the big screen.

Jake Gyllenhaal crossed his hands on his knees, looked at the big screen with some distraction, and said that he was not nervous, that must be a lie, after all, this is a good opportunity to compete for the Oscar, which is an important affirmation for his acting skills. But deep down, Jack knew that his chances of winning the award were not high, and when voting, he chose Lance, not because of Lance's kindness, but because the performance in "Hard Candy" was really amazing. Jack regretted that he hadn't learned anything from Lance in the "day after tomorrow" collaboration. However, even so, after entering the Oscars, everyone has hopes of winning the award, and he is no exception, this mixed mood is not turbulent, but it makes Jack a little distracted.

George Clooney only felt that he was about to suffocate, his heart was almost about to stop beating, stiff like a zombie's head, George knew that this was abnormal, he wanted to calm down and regain his usual elegance, but the harder he tried, the more restless his emotions became, and deep down there was a nameless fire that was always flickering, unable to suppress, rampage in his chest, he wanted to beat Lance, he wanted to step on Lance's head and walk on the podium, he wanted to see Lance fall into the mire, He wanted to grab Lance's neck with his own hands and watch his life disappear little by little...... This desire almost burned his reason, but this was the Kodak Theater, the scene of the Oscars, he couldn't act rashly, he couldn't even take a big breath, so as not to reveal his embarrassment, he could only sit in place in a depressed and tense manner.

As if standing on the edge of a cliff, George could feel the sound of the hunting wind exploding in his ears, and the raging wind was so violent that his breath was choked. It's just an Oscar statuette, whoever wins won't be the end of the world, but just thinking about the possibility of losing to Lance makes it seem like thousands of insects crawling all over the body, and the fingers gripping the armrest begin to tremble.

He can't lose, he definitely can't lose, and if he loses, it means he's going to be a joke, the whole awards season is going to be overturned, the blow of the burglarization is going to be a slave mark of shame that will remain on his forehead forever, he can't accept this result, he refuses to accept this result. No, no, it should be said, he will not lose! He will never lose!

There was a tingling pain at the tip of the tongue, a strong smell of blood spread in the mouth, and the temples began to beat violently, as if there were countless pressure pumps in operation, and they slammed into the heart one after another, and the turbulent blood rushed rampantly, as if it would explode at any moment.

Suppressing his emotions, he pretended to be calm, smiled at the camera, and casually turned his head, as if he was just exchanging glances with his colleagues around him, and the flawless and elegant mask did not show the slightest flaw. Through the surging crowd, George saw Lance in the halo at a glance - at this time, Lance and Paul, who was sitting in front, seemed to be whispering something, both of them smiled, and then Paul turned around and looked at the big screen again, Lance also leaned back in the chair, Charlize who was sitting next to him turned his head and made a look, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

It was just a momentary picture, but it outlined Lance's composure and calmness, which made George suddenly embarrassed. George gritted his teeth secretly, not angry but laughing, is Lance too confident, doesn't he know that before crossing the finish line, everything is variable? Lance is still as stupid and naïve as ever, so that's fine, enjoy it now, after thirty seconds, maybe you won't be able to laugh.

Retracting his gaze, George lifted his legs and returned to his chest little by little, as if he was roasting on a blazing fire, but just by imagining the picture of him standing on the stage and Lance sitting under the stage, all the pain became bearable. Even if the price is to stand in hell, as long as you can defeat Lance, then it will be worth it.

Lance raised his gaze, but did not find any target, his brow frowned slightly, he could feel the vicious gaze in the air, which reminded him of the venomous snake waiting for the opportunity before catching its prey, hidden in the grass, the "hissing" spitting sound was muffled by the rustling of the wind, the dangerous aura had crept in, but no one could show it.

But he knew, it was George.

"What's wrong?" Charlize gently patted the back of Lance's right hand with his left hand, and asked with his eyes, Lance withdrew his gaze, showed a smile at Charlize, and whispered, "Nervous." Charlize rolled his eyes, how could the person who was still discussing with Paul "who to vote for" just now be nervous.

Lance wasn't lying, he was so nervous that he could even faintly touch sweat in his palm.

This is the second year in a row that he has faced the same situation. It's the same Oscar, it's the same Best Supporting Actor, but the difference is the state of mind - he knows he wants to win the statuette, he knows he wants to get back on this path to realize his dream of being an actor, and he is sure that he wants to stand on the top podium as an actor.

Not for the victory over George, not for the exhibition of Chaos Pictures, not for the confrontation with Hollywood, just for himself, for the flame that has never been extinguished in his heart, and for the persistence that has never been extinguished in three lives. He is an actor, a real actor.

In the work "Fruit Hard Candy", he put almost all his energy, and the pain of tearing his soul is still vivid, this is all his understanding and interpretation of acting, this is his attempt to integrate methodology and expressionism, and this is also the essence of his precipitation after the vicissitudes of life.

Of course, it would be great if you could beat George, step on George's shoulder to win this trophy, watch George's fall with a smile, watch all George's efforts come to naught, and push George off a cliff with a smile. But, in the final analysis, the recognition and affirmation that Best Supporting Actor represents is the most important thing. So, yes, he wants to be on the podium, he wants that little golden man, as an actor, extremely desired.

At this moment, Lance could clearly hear the sound of his heart beating, poof, poof, it was the leap of longing, as if the next second it would be able to penetrate the binding of the chest, the urgency brought by the strong desire surged, like a fish in the throat, cutting off the connection between the brain and the body, and the soul slowly floated, looking down on the body that was gradually stiffening, and there was a piercing and heavy sound in his ears. Puff, puff.

Nicole, who was standing on the stage, opened the white envelope in her hand and said with a smile, "The winner of the 78th Academy Awards, the winner of the Best Supporting Actor Award is ......"