Chapter 1178

In front of him, Levine was physically and mentally tired. The deep fatigue was transmitted through his clear eyes. Even his slightly frowning brows were so heavy that he could hardly breathe. It seemed that he could clearly feel the weight of gravity pressing on his straight shoulder, but he drew out a touch of vicissitudes of sadness.

Jane's tongue is full of mixed feelings, a trace of anger, a trace of reluctance, a trace of absurdity. She thought that her understanding was wrong, so she raised her epilogue and asked, "are you tired?" After she said it, she was startled by herself, and the soft tone of her careful voice revealed a little trembling, like a shiver at the top of her heart.

Levine mouth pulled out a touch of bitterness, even the smile of self mockery did not rise, dropped the eyelids, the thick and slender eyelashes cast a shadow, covered the cyan shadow around the eyes, deep weakness and frustration or quietly overflow out, "yes, I'm too damn tired."

The feeble voice is like a child who is worried about scaring the butterfly. He approaches lightly, but the clumsy action is still tight, and the contradiction and harmony outline a deeper level of abandonment and helplessness.

"I thought I just needed a good night's sleep, but... But it might not be enough." Levine's eyes staring at Jane's abdomen, unconscious action, the focus is not at all, whispered softly, the mind suddenly collective surge up, chaotic and disorder, but he did not care at this time.

He's really tired.

It's not just the tiredness of long-distance running and wandering, but the tiredness from the depth of his soul. He insisted all the way and ran wildly. Finally, he was as tired as Mickey. Once upon a time, one night's deep sleep could recover, face life again and create music again; But not this time. He couldn't go on.

Raising his eyes again, Levine looked at Jane for a long time, and drew out the outline of the woman's face little by little. Finally, he fell on the watery eyes and looked at her carefully. Levine's calm eyes, seemingly without any change, did not make any sound, but have done all the story.

This is the only time, Levine in front of Jane exposed his mind, deep and hot love, rich to the extreme, began to become vulnerable and sad.

It's just a flash.

Jane was not able to capture, but also too late to study, and then Levine again recovered calm, unchanging calm, as if nothing had happened in general, which made Jane a little stunned, and there was a slight vibration in the flow of her eyes.

But before Jane spoke, Levine went on to say, "but thank you. Thank you for trying." There was a faint lump in his throat, but it was well concealed. His eyes became deeper and deeper. He said, "I love you."

Jane is in a bit of a mess.

Reflexively, he avoided sight, but then he turned his head again and looked at Levine in front of him.

She was almost cheated. It was not Levine she knew, or Levine she had ever felt. It was a complete failure. He didn't adapt to the mainstream market as Jim did, or end his life in pain as Mickey did. He just... Gave up.

Such Levine, too strange, too decadent.

She didn't like Levine like that, even disgusted.

In the past, Levine could not be liked, but also hated. His talent, his talent, his artistic atmosphere, his romantic temperament and his lofty pride seemed that only when he hated him thoroughly could he really avoid falling in love with him. Therefore, Levine was merciful in the whole Greenwich Village, and almost no one could refuse him, Even if the back always hate teeth itch.

But now Levine is disgusting.

"Please." Jane rolled her eyes and showed an absurd smile, as if she had seen through Levine's prank plan.

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

All the youth in those eyes converged, but revealed a tragic firmness and bitter helplessness, penetrated all the armor and masks, and deeply projected to the depth of Jane's eyes. Between the calm waves, there was a torrential tide. The sadness, weakness, sob and sadness turned into a smile after relief. There was no need to argue, but it was calm.

One look is better than a thousand words. In a flash, time stopped again, like smoke.

"Card!"

Joel Cohen's voice came over and broke the mirror of the drama. Everyone woke up and came back to reality.

In the narrow apartment, there is a bitter and depressing atmosphere, just like the end of a very long journey, scarred, physically and mentally tired, and totally lost. The only idea in my mind is to bury my head in the quilt and sleep in darkness, and then sleep for a long time.

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

This is Levine's story, but no one really understands what Levine went through; This is Levine's life, but no one really knows how Levine got here. But all this is no longer important, even the hardships and difficulties of pursuing dreams are no longer important, the only important thing is life.

The ubiquitous pressure of reality swarmed in, crushed Levine's pride bit by bit, polished Levine's edges bit by bit, and then the brilliant and talented folk singer was annihilated in the tide of the times bit by bit, and finally became a member of the crowd.

In a trance, it reminds us of Vincent Van Gogh, the genius who had been struggling all his life, and finally died in depression and struggle. Before he died, he couldn't even sell a single painting. He was hungry, cold and homeless; After his death, his creation influenced the works of art for a whole century.

In the story of "the moon and Sixpence", Strickland gives up his job that everyone seems to envy, just to paint.

Without any painting foundation, he just likes painting. In the eyes of outsiders, he is completely crazy, and no one can understand his choice. But he finally found himself, blooming all the dawn of life in the madman, and finally died in the remote mountainous area like a tramp.

Now, so is Levine Davis.

In the secular pressure, completely lost the direction, gave up the persistence, gave up their own, pulled away from the pride and personality, the singing "hang me, oh, hang me" Levine Davis is dying.

It was so cruel, so cold, so terrible. The unspeakable but lingering sigh is suffocating.

Everyone can find his own figure in Levine's body. In order to live, what he compromised and what he gave up, he lost his true self after all. Who I am, where I come from and where I will go are the questions he has been thinking about all his life. Levine once had the answer, but now he is confused again.

A performance, but shows a life.

A look, but presents a world.

A character, but allude to everyone.

The whole apartment is filled with a faint melancholy, gently surging.

As a result, the staff began to move unconsciously one by one, but they just turned around in the same place, and then they had nothing to do, making trivial sounds, diverting their attention, gradually returning their emotions from the drama to reality, and feeling the reality down-to-earth.

But the commotion only lasted for a moment, and then gradually quieted down. Everyone fell into their own thoughts thoughtfully, thinking about the memory fragments carefully. Everyone has his own story, reflected in Levine's body, showing a different face.

"That's good. The play was excellent. No problem! Let's pack up our tools and move to the next location. " Joel's voice broke the silence of the air with an untimely sound, but then Joel realized that there seemed to be magic in the apartment, no one moving or responding.

The Cohen brothers have never been good at reading and acting.

Joel can feel the power of performance, just like the performance video of Pioneer Village before, but for the director, what he needs is more an emotion. As long as the emotion is in place, it is enough. As for further mining the deep meaning hidden in the performance and the support between performance and plot, this is not his strong point.

The Cohen brothers are better at building the whole scene than focusing on the actors.

So, at this time, Joel can feel the good performance of Langley, but he lacks some touch. He is also an acute man. He looks around and shouts in a hurry:

"It took us six times to finish the shooting. We've spent the whole morning here. Now we've finally found the most perfect performance and we can finish it. Isn't there any response? Or do you care nothing about the time of the green killing? "

This time, the magic was finally lifted.

The staff began to move, and the sound began to ring again, but it still seemed a little dull. It was not like finishing part of the work and going to the next part of the work. It was more like packing up and going far away. The complex mood of expectation and anxiety, uneasiness and excitement was hard to describe in a simple word.

With a long breath, Joel turned to Ethan and asked, "what's going on?"

Ethan's understanding is more delicate and vivid. He can vaguely understand the deep meaning of the performance just now. It's not specific enough, but it's shocking enough.

For Joel's hindsight, Ethan had been used to it for a long time, and didn't care at all. He waved his hand. "It's OK. Maybe it's because it's too cold outside and everyone doesn't want to go out, so it's still a little slower."

Joel thought it over and agreed.