Chapter 790

Sitting in the chair in the projection hall, mark Lacant kept twisting his body. The excitement and excitement revealed all over his body made him not quiet at all.

Katarina kefler, on the right hand side, had to beat Mark's arm heavily. She lowered her voice and squeezed her words out of her teeth. "Mark, you should be quiet, otherwise, it will affect other audiences and we will be thrown out directly." German's unique strong tone and pronunciation, tightly between the lips and teeth, has a more threatening effect.

Mark, however, didn't realize it. He moved his seat again and looked at Katarina with bright eyes, full of excitement. "Isn't it amazing? We're going to watch a movie about Raleigh hall, and we just met with Raleigh hall, and last night we talked to him face to face! "

In a few simple words, Katarina was also enthusiastic, but she still kept a little sense, "yes, I know. But movies are movies, actors are actors. We still have to make an objective judgment of the film. " Looking back on her performance of losing her mind on the red carpet, Katarina's cheek was slightly hot.

Fortunately, mark and Katarina are not the only "exciters". In the whole screening hall, the buzzing agitation and excitement are pregnant with powerful energy, and it seems that they are likely to explode at any time; Gradually, the light on the top of the head began to dim down, and the commotion in my ears began to calm down at the same time, and the screening was about to begin.

Before Mark had time to calm down, a close-up of Langley's face appeared on the big screen - just a five second producer's title, no movie title, no Cass list, or even no warning, so the movie cut into the theme.

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

A disorderly broken hair, a face of untidy Hu dregs, ginger light down the drooping eyelashes, the eyes of the wave flow looming, expressionless, seems to be lost in meditation, but the confusion and fatigue between the eyebrows is like smoke.

The whole lens is almost close to Lan Li's face, and every detail on that cheek is magnified to the extreme and clearly visible. Without language, the performance has already started. Just a shot, the emotion will spread slowly.

The right hand holding the pencil supports the temple. The slender fingers gently rub the eyebrow tail and forehead. The projection of fingertips, nibs and palms on the cheek is mottled, which outlines a trace of vicissitudes of life for the handsome and elegant face.

Eyelids raised, dark brown eyes clearly visible, and even can see the light in the pupil slowly flowing, indifference, alienation, calm“ Don't let anyone else in. " He said in a low voice with a trace of hoarseness and a touch of fatigue, but dragged on deeply. "I'm more inclined to let these people do it now. Everybody break up, OK? Don't crowd here. Thank you

A voice nearby said, "we can also... Let the others at the door leave."

"Lock the door." He replied that his eyes stopped for a moment, and seemed to be staring at the door, a little distracted, the focus a little blurred, but soon recovered, "just lock it. Thank you Then, he lowered his eyes again, his eyes were slightly frozen, and he thought for a moment, then the focus moved down and fell on his hands or knees again - in the close-up, only his cheek, nothing else could be seen.

One raised his eyes, one lowered his eyes, two lines, one raised his hand. There is no redundant expression, even some facial paralysis suspicion, but when the eyes flow, the light sadness penetrates that layer of indifference and calm, permeates out. Then... The piano music starts to cut in, and the sad, cool, gentle and surging musical symbols are released.

Mark was so stunned, his body still kept a strange posture, but his restless mood quietly settled down, and he slowly sat back in his chair, so his whole mind entered the world, which was hidden behind the big screen and built up by lenley.

On the big screen appeared a chalk painting, a big tree in the sky, and then all the leaves withered and turned into a book. The leaves became a line on the page, "I have never felt so deeply that I am far away from the soul, and my existence is so real - Albert Camus."

This is Europe, where they are familiar with philosophy, literature and history. From primary school to the end of University, philosophy course is an indispensable part of them. Therefore, everyone in the audience immediately understood the meaning of this sentence and the hidden details behind it“ The origin of the name of the movie "detachment" has come to the surface.

teacher.

At the beginning of the film, six teachers are interviewed in the form of documentary to tell the story of their becoming teachers. Then, the camera switches to lanli again. It's as if Langley is also a real teacher.

"Most of the teachers here once believed that they could make a difference." Lanli's expression is very calm, his eyes are very calm, his speaking rhythm is a little slow, and he seems to be organizing the language, but the slow and distant voice line drags out a touch of light weight in the air, without unnecessary modification and embellishment. The weight of emotion and thoughts falls on every audience's mind.

"I know how important it is to guide and help others understand the complexity of the world." Lanli pauses for a moment, and the focus begins to disperse again, falling into his own thoughts. "I didn't really have those when I was growing up." Again pause a moment, did not say anything more, just gently closed jaw, the light in the eyes a little bit dim down.

Sad, bitter, confused, confused, sensitive. It seems that there is no expression, but all the emotions are uttered. The movie, that's it.

Just at the beginning, mark fell in love with the work.

This is a school that has fallen to the bottom of the valley. The results have not improved. The students are gradually degenerating. Educators are shirking their responsibilities. The atmosphere of corruption is running away. It is like a piece of ruins. There is a pile of abandoned garbage. There is no hope or sunshine.

Henry Bart, the protagonist of the story, came to the school as a temporary substitute teacher. Dressed in a suit and walking calmly, Henry went into the classroom and began his first class.

"Good morning." Henry put his briefcase and coffee on the table, and looked at the students who were sparsely responding to the greetings. The corners of his mouth gently raised, but he didn't smile. "I'm Mr. Bart. Many of you don't know. Is this the English class of Grade 11? " Henry stood in front of the platform and said quietly, "listen, I have only one rule, just one."

"If you don't want to stay here, don't come." When Henry's voice dropped, a Latino teenager couldn't wait to say, "man, what do you mean?"

"It's not 'man', it's Mr. Bart." Henry corrected, then turned around and wrote down his last name on the blackboard. "S" is silent. "

The young man raised his voice and cried, "you are a motherfucker."

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

"No, shut up!" Marcus turned and yelled, "fat woman." Then the whole classroom began to laugh.

Henry turned and walked up to Marcus, smiling. "Hey, Marcus, guess what? You can leave. "

Marcus grinned triumphantly. "You mean now?"

"Yes, now." Henry moved the table straight away, indicating the direction to the gate.

Marcus and his friends clapped high fives to celebrate. Without hesitation, he stood up and went to the gate. He looked at Henry who opened the gate. "Why, do 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 face, so the classroom began to laugh again. Henry came back. "Everyone took out a piece of paper. I want to see how good everyone's writing skills are."

"What if there is no paper?" Cried a little black man with a headscarf.

Henry ignored it and said, "here's the situation. You're dead. Briefly record... "

"Hey, asshole! I'm asking you a damn question! " The black boy was furious and cut in Henry's words fiercely.

Henry ignored the guy and went on, "about what your family or friends would say about you at the funeral. how? You have 30 minutes. "

Some students began to coax "shit", some students began to laugh, and the black guy stood up, like a zombie, looked fiercely to the platform, and confronted Henry, "I'm asking you a damn question, isn't it?" Then he silently picked up Henry's briefcase and smashed it at the door of the classroom, with a look of invincible.

Not only did Henry not get angry, but he also pulled the corners of his mouth with a smile. "Is there anything else?"

"You whore better get out of here before I beat you up!" Said the black child grimly.

However, Henry didn't react violently. He just looked at each other calmly and looked at the young face carefully. This made the black boy feel uncomfortable and avoided his sight before he realized it. This made Henry's smile rise.

"That bag, without any feeling, is empty; I don't have any special feelings. You can't hurt me, OK? " Henry's words were slow and smooth, with a sense of hoarseness and calmness. "I know you're angry, and I used to be the same. I understand, but you have no reason to be angry with me, because I'm one of the few people trying to give you a chance. Now, I need you to sit down and try to finish your composition. I'll give you a piece of paper, OK? "

The young man wriggled his mouth, but he didn't speak after all. Henry opened the folder, tore a piece of paper, handed it over, and the young man took it. His voice gradually calmed down. "Can you give me a damn pen?"

Henry didn't speak. He had a light smile around his mouth and his eyes were calm.