Chapter 1640: 1640 Cage of Popularity
Hugo looked at the back of Ernst leaving, old and clumsy, it seemed that every movement was consuming all his strength. The morning sun penetrated the building without hindrance, and Ernst went upstairs step by step between the light and shadow. His back disappeared at the turning of the stairs, leaving only a pile of fine dust in the air, jumping and flowing in the sun. An endless silence slowly settled down.
What Ernst said today, Hugo was completely at a loss. He didn't know why Ernst suddenly mentioned the screenwriting job, why Ernst didn't mention their tour too much, and why Ernst At the end, Ster suddenly mentioned that nonsensical sentence, as if he and Ernst were not on the same frequency during the whole conversation just now.
But Ernst was right about one thing, he really hadn't considered screenwriting for a long, long time.
After writing the "Before Sunrise" script, Hugo thought that he would write a new story again soon, because "Before Sunrise" can only be regarded as one of his experimental scripts. If he had the opportunity, he would still write a new story. Write a completely different story that explores some interesting topics.
Screenwriting is a very interesting job. It carries not only a story, but also the screenwriter's own views on life, fantasy, humor, horror and other things. Perhaps it is not so easy to become an excellent screenwriter, but for Hugo, the process of screenwriting is a process of inspiration collision and thought transmission, which is different from music and acting skills, and is a very special carrier.
However, what happened after "Before Sunrise"? Why didn't he start writing?
Hugo sat on the spot and recalled carefully, but found that there were not too many thoughts in his mind. It seemed that the memories of the past two years had become intertwined and blurred, especially the busyness of the recent period had filled his brain with countless fragmentary pictures. , Amidst the screams of the crowd, it turned into a paste, unable to awaken clear memories at all.
Maybe it was because he was too busy, and he started to forget the ideas of those screenwriters when he was busy. As Ernst said, when creation becomes a task and a job, without inspiration and creativity itself, the creation will lose its vitality. This is true for acting skills, music, and screenwriting.
So, maybe he encountered a bottleneck in the past year, and it is indeed largely due to his own reasons. Because he himself is also changing, inevitably being transformed by the entire Vanity Fair.
Just like the recent experience, in fact, since "Schindler's List", Hugo has been adapting to this kind of life. Recently, the situation has doubled, intensified, intensive, and serious, but in the final analysis, He is no longer the rookie who just traveled to Los Angeles. Could his irritability, depression, repulsion, and resistance be partly due to deep down, that he had begun to take cheering for granted?
This thought flashed by, but Hugo couldn't help shivering. He raised his head to look at the still tightly closed windows on the second floor, and let out a long breath.
Writer...screenwriter...what story had he been thinking of writing after "Before Sunrise"? Hugo searched his memory carefully, but found that there was no concept in his mind at all. Even the process of writing the script of "Before Sunrise" was already a thing of the last century. He really hadn't thought about it for too long. So, what's going on in his head right now?
Ernst Lehmann.
This was the first thought that popped into Hugo's mind. Looking at the empty stairwell in front of him, it seemed that he could still see the back of Ernst leaving slowly. That old back itself contained countless stories. Thought provoking. He could write a story about Ernst Lechmann—maybe he could write a story about screenwriting, but he didn't want to write "Far from Las Vegas," a heavy, oppressive script, he wanted... wanted a challenge Watch comedy.
Ernst and comedy collide, what kind of story will this look like? Hugo felt that the exhausted brain began to gradually produce interesting pictures. Although there was no specific plot, many small details made the smile on the corner of his mouth involuntarily outlined.
Hugo suddenly felt that all this was really interesting. He had always wanted to try comedy, and after "Friends", he became more determined. There are many kinds of comedies, including Jim Carrey's exaggerated comedies, Charlie Chaplin's comedies with tears of laughter, Adam Sandler's simple and crude comedies, and Robin Williams. Witty comedy like Billy Crystal.
Hugo has always wanted to try to write an intelligent comedy. Of course, Hugo knows that this is very difficult, because what comedy needs is the accumulation and precipitation of the years, as well as a keen sense of life and humor, and only a very small number of people can have such abilities. But what is certain is that writing a comedy script is indeed a fun thing, full of challenges, full of uncertainties, but also full of fun and lighthearted.
Fragmentary pictures emerged in Hugo's mind, and his dry brain seemed to be filled with inspiration again in an instant. This feeling made Hugo feel relaxed, and his tense shoulders stretched out.
Suddenly, Hugo understood the meaning of Ernst's conversation just now. These seemingly unrelated conversations were actually telling Hugo that everything he experienced now would become a unique scenery in his life. If you can't solve it, and you can't escape it, then it's better to embrace it, or even enjoy it.
Just like facing the crows at the beginning, there are too many such situations in life, which cannot be avoided, resisted, or resolved. In many cases, even reckless confrontation and counterattack are still useless. Life is the same as dreams, and often requires persistence, but life is more complicated than dreams, because sometimes even if you persist, you may not be able to make life go on—every minute and every second of life is full of accidents. There are too many controlling factors.
Therefore, under the encouragement of Ernst, Hugo did not choose to escape, did not choose to give up, and did not fight recklessly, but learned to use the crows, guide the crows, cooperate with them, and contend with them. The crows that used to be like scourges are no longer a problem for Hugo. Hugo has not been afraid of the media for a long, long time, even recently.
Likewise, the support of fans. Hugo clearly knows that many people are eager to come to his position—including Leonardo once jokingly said that many people dream of such an opportunity; and the support of fans is hard-won— Because popularity is like a bubble, no one knows when it will disappear, no matter how hot the support is, there will be a day when it cools down.
But Hugo must understand that learning how to get along with fans is one of the compulsory courses for "superstars". Becoming a top superstar is never easy, the corruption and engulfment of Vanity Fair, the exploitation and greed of the uncrowned king, the fierce competition and intrigue among peers... and the fanaticism and loss of control of fans, including the disappearance and detention of personal life, and the limitation of freedom And insincere...
Just like when Hugo learned how to get along with crows, getting along with fans is also a science. It's also an inescapable part of the profession.
Ernst said just now, "Many things that seem unimportant when you are young are often the most precious things in life." For example, the stage, such as dreams, such as youth... such as setbacks, such as difficulties, For example, pain. All of these are part of life. If there is only sweet life, it is not called life, because the only sweetness will turn into bitterness one day.
The influx of popularity made Hugo lose his freedom and turned into a cage to imprison his life. But these surging popularity can also become his weapon-a weapon for him to realize his dream. He can write a comedy script and find investment from a film company; More importantly, he can stand on this stage, plant the seeds of rock belief, and then water them carefully, hoping that one day, this seedling can take root and grow vigorously.
Maybe he will loathe all of this now, even hate it; but one day, he will start to miss it, and he will also start to regret it.
Hugo completely understood Ernst's meaningful words just now. Ernst once stood at the pinnacle of the world, but he didn't grasp that short moment, and just squandered it inadvertently. When he woke up, He was already standing on the edge of his dream, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't enter that world again. There are too many stories hidden in Ernst's old and decadent figure.
Hugo does not have the wisdom of Ernst, because he is still young after all, even after experiencing such incredible things as time travel, all of this is unfamiliar to Hugo after all, and it is the first time he has experienced it.
At this time, Hugo finally understood why Leonardo was lost after the "Titanic", not only because the swarming popularity made him completely lost his direction, but also because no one around him could give him guidance . Hugo was lucky, because he met Ernst, the wise old man enlightened Hugo in his way.
This is the second time.
Hugo let out a long breath. Although he has sorted out an idea in his mind now, it still takes time to apply it in his life. Perhaps this tour of glory to death is the best opportunity. Standing up, Hugo glanced back at the still empty windows on the second floor, and then slowly walked away, leaving this land full of memories step by step.
However, after Hugo had gone far away, Ernst came out from behind the curtain, watching Hugo's back, which had become the size of a mineral water bottle, gradually receding, he just stood there quietly, without violence , There is no irritability, no ups and downs, just watching quietly.
In that piece of brilliant golden sunlight, Hugo's figure was framed with a golden border, and then it was swallowed up by the sunlight bit by bit, finally blurring into a piece of bright gold.