Chapter 1640: Popularity Cage
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Hugo looked at Ernst's back, old and awkward, as if every movement was consuming all his power. The morning sunlight penetrated the building unimpeded, and Ernst went upstairs step by step between the light and shadow. The back disappeared at the turn of the stairs, leaving only a pile of fine dust in the air jumping and circulating in the sunlight. The endless silence slowly settled down.
What Ernst said today, Hugo was completely confused. He didn't know why Ernst suddenly mentioned the work of screenwriter. He didn't know why Ernst didn't mention too much about their tour, and he didn't know why. At last, Steer suddenly mentioned the thoughtless sentence, it seems that the whole conversation just now between him and Ernst is not on the same frequency at all.
But Ernst is right. He really hasn't considered screenwriting for a long, long time.
After writing the "Before Sunrise" script, Hugo thought he would write a brand new story again soon, because "Before Sunrise" could only be regarded as his experimental script. If he had the opportunity, he would still Write a completely different story and discuss 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, and thriller. It may not be 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. It is a very special carrier.
But, what happened after "before sunrise"? Why did he never write?
Hugo sat there and recalled it carefully, but found that there were not many thoughts in his mind. It seemed that the memories of the past two years had become intertwined and blurred, especially the busy period of the recent period of time, his brain was filled with countless fragmentary pictures. , Turned into a mass of paste amidst the screams of the crowd, unable to awaken a clear memory at all.
Maybe because he was too busy, he started to forget the thoughts of those screenwriters. As Ernst said, when creation becomes a task and a job, without inspiration and creativity itself, creation also loses vitality. This is true of acting, so is music, and so is 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 encounter, Hugo has been adapting to this kind of life since "Schindler's list". In recent times, the situation has doubled, aggravated, become more intensive and serious, but in the final analysis, He was no longer a rookie who had just crossed to Los Angeles. Is his irritability, depression, rejection, and resistance partly due to deep down in his heart, he has begun to take cheers for granted?
This thought flashed past, but Hugo couldn't help but shudder. He raised his head and looked at the still tightly closed window on the second floor, and let out a long breath.
Screenwriter... Screenwriter... After "Before Sunrise", what story did he want to write? Hugo searched his memory carefully, but found that there was no concept in his mind. Even the process of writing the "Before Sunrise" script was something that happened in the last century. He hasn't thought about it for too long. So, does he have any thoughts in his mind now?
Ernst Lechman.
This was the first thought that came to Hugo’s mind. Looking at the empty stairwell in front of him, it was as if he could still see the back of Ernst slowly leaving. The old back itself contains countless stories. Thought-provoking. He can write a story about Ernst Lechman-maybe he can write a story about screenwriters, but he doesn't want to write a heavy and depressing script like "Far from Casino", he wants...want to challenge to watch Watching comedy.
Ernst and comedy collide, what kind of story will this look like? Hugo felt that his exhausted brain began to gradually produce interesting pictures. Although there was no specific plot, many small details made the smile at the corner of his mouth unconscious.
Hugo suddenly felt that all this was really interesting. He had always wanted to try comedy, and after "Friends" he strengthened his idea. There are many types of comedies. There are exaggerated comedies like Kim Carey, comedies with tears like Charlie Chaplin, simple and crude comedies like Adam Sandler, and Robin Williams. A comedy full of wisdom like Si, Billy Christo.
Hugo has always wanted to try to write a comedy full of wisdom. Of course, Hugo knows this is very difficult, because comedy needs the accumulation and precipitation of years, as well as a keen sense of life and humor. Only a few of them can have this ability. But what is certain is that writing a comedy script is indeed an interesting thing, full of challenges, full of uncertainty, and at the same time full of fun and lightheartedness.
Fragmented pictures emerged in Hugo's mind. The dry brain seemed to be full of inspiration again in an instant. This feeling made Hugo's mood relax, and her tight shoulders were stretched out.
Suddenly, Hugo understood the meaning of Ernst’s conversation. These seemingly unrelated conversations are actually telling Hugo that everything he has experienced now will become a unique landscape in life. If you can't solve it, and you can't escape, it's better to hug or even enjoy.
Just like facing the crows, there are too many such situations in life, they cannot be avoided, cannot be resisted, and cannot be solved. In many cases, even if it is reckless confrontation and counterattack, it is still of no avail. Life is the same as a dream. In many cases, persistence is needed, but life is more complicated than dreams, because sometimes even if persistence, it may not be able to continue life-every minute and every second of life is full of accidents. There are too many controlling factors.
Therefore, Hugo did not choose to escape, gave up, or recklessly confronted with Ernst's encouragement. Instead, he learned to use crows, guide crows, cooperate with them, and contend with them. The crows that used to be scourges are no longer a problem for Hugo. Hugo has not feared the media for a long time, even in the recent period.
The same is true for fan support. Hugo clearly knows that many people are eager to come to his place-including Leonardo once jokingly said so, 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 of cooling down.
But Hugo must understand that learning how to get along with fans is one of the required courses for "superstars". Becoming a top superstar is never a simple matter. The corruption and devouring of Vanity Fair, the use and greed of the uncrowned king, the fierce competition and intrigue among peers... and the fanaticism and out-of-control of fans, including the disappearance and detention of personal life, and the limitation of freedom. Insincere...
Just as Hugo learned how to get along with crows, getting along with fans is also a learning. This is also an unavoidable part of this profession.
Ernst just said, “A lot of things that seem to be unimportant when you are young are often the most precious things in life.” For example, the stage, such as dreams, such as youth... For example, setbacks, such as difficulties, For example, pain. All of these are part of life. If there is only a sweet life, it is not called life, because the only sweetness will one day become bitter.
The rush of popularity made Hugo lose his freedom and turned into a cage that imprisoned his life. But these surging popularity can also be his weapon-a weapon to realize his dreams. He can write a comedy script and find investment from a film company; he can start a tour and use the stage to interact with thousands of people. People communicate; more importantly, he can stand on this stage, plant the seeds of rock belief, and then water them carefully, yearning for one day when this seedling can take root and grow vigorously.
Maybe he will hate all of this now, and even hate it; but one day, he will start to miss it, and he will also start to regret it.
Hugo thoroughly understood Ernst's meaningful words just now. Once Ernst was also on the top of the world, but he did not grasp the short moment. He just squandered it inadvertently. When he woke up, He was already on the edge of his dream, no matter how hard he tried, he could not enter that world again. There are too many stories hidden in Ernst's old and decadent back.
Hugo does not have the wisdom of Ernst, because he is still young after all. Even though he has experienced such incredible things as crossing, all of this is strange to Hugo after all, the first time he has experienced it.
Hugo finally understood why Leonardo was lost after the "Titanic" not only because the swarming popularity made him completely lose his direction, but also because he was not around One person can give him guidance. Hugo was lucky, because he knew Ernst, the wise old man enlightened Hugo in his way.
This is the second time.
Hugo let out a long sigh. Although he has a thought in his mind now, it still takes time to apply it to life. Perhaps this glorious tour is the best opportunity. Standing up, Hugo looked back at the still empty second-floor window, and then slowly stepped forward, leaving this land full of memories one step at a time.
However, after waiting for Hugo to walk away, Ernst walked out from behind the curtains and watched Hugo's back that had become the size of a mineral water bottle gradually disappeared. He just stood there quietly, without violence. , No irritability, no ups and downs, just watching quietly.
In the brilliant golden sunlight, Hugo's figure was inlaid with a gold border, and then bit by bit was swallowed by the sunlight, and finally blurred into a bright gold. --17075+d6su9h+11391344-->
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Hugo looked at Ernst's back, old and awkward, as if every movement was consuming all his power. The morning sunlight penetrated the building unimpeded, and Ernst went upstairs step by step between the light and shadow. The back disappeared at the turn of the stairs, leaving only a pile of fine dust in the air jumping and circulating in the sunlight. The endless silence slowly settled down.
What Ernst said today, Hugo was completely confused. He didn't know why Ernst suddenly mentioned the work of screenwriter. He didn't know why Ernst didn't mention too much about their tour, and he didn't know why. At last, Steer suddenly mentioned the thoughtless sentence, it seems that the whole conversation just now between him and Ernst is not on the same frequency at all.
But Ernst is right. He really hasn't considered screenwriting for a long, long time.
After writing the "Before Sunrise" script, Hugo thought he would write a brand new story again soon, because "Before Sunrise" could only be regarded as his experimental script. If he had the opportunity, he would still Write a completely different story and discuss 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, and thriller. It may not be 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. It is a very special carrier.
But, what happened after "before sunrise"? Why did he never write?
Hugo sat there and recalled it carefully, but found that there were not many thoughts in his mind. It seemed that the memories of the past two years had become intertwined and blurred, especially the busy period of the recent period of time, his brain was filled with countless fragmentary pictures. , Turned into a mass of paste amidst the screams of the crowd, unable to awaken a clear memory at all.
Maybe because he was too busy, he started to forget the thoughts of those screenwriters. As Ernst said, when creation becomes a task and a job, without inspiration and creativity itself, creation also loses vitality. This is true of acting, so is music, and so is 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 encounter, Hugo has been adapting to this kind of life since "Schindler's list". In recent times, the situation has doubled, aggravated, become more intensive and serious, but in the final analysis, He was no longer a rookie who had just crossed to Los Angeles. Is his irritability, depression, rejection, and resistance partly due to deep down in his heart, he has begun to take cheers for granted?
This thought flashed past, but Hugo couldn't help but shudder. He raised his head and looked at the still tightly closed window on the second floor, and let out a long breath.
Screenwriter... Screenwriter... After "Before Sunrise", what story did he want to write? Hugo searched his memory carefully, but found that there was no concept in his mind. Even the process of writing the "Before Sunrise" script was something that happened in the last century. He hasn't thought about it for too long. So, does he have any thoughts in his mind now?
Ernst Lechman.
This was the first thought that came to Hugo’s mind. Looking at the empty stairwell in front of him, it was as if he could still see the back of Ernst slowly leaving. The old back itself contains countless stories. Thought-provoking. He can write a story about Ernst Lechman-maybe he can write a story about screenwriters, but he doesn't want to write a heavy and depressing script like "Far from Casino", he wants...want to challenge to watch Watching comedy.
Ernst and comedy collide, what kind of story will this look like? Hugo felt that his exhausted brain began to gradually produce interesting pictures. Although there was no specific plot, many small details made the smile at the corner of his mouth unconscious.
Hugo suddenly felt that all this was really interesting. He had always wanted to try comedy, and after "Friends" he strengthened his idea. There are many types of comedies. There are exaggerated comedies like Kim Carey, comedies with tears like Charlie Chaplin, simple and crude comedies like Adam Sandler, and Robin Williams. A comedy full of wisdom like Si, Billy Christo.
Hugo has always wanted to try to write a comedy full of wisdom. Of course, Hugo knows this is very difficult, because comedy needs the accumulation and precipitation of years, as well as a keen sense of life and humor. Only a few of them can have this ability. But what is certain is that writing a comedy script is indeed an interesting thing, full of challenges, full of uncertainty, and at the same time full of fun and lightheartedness.
Fragmented pictures emerged in Hugo's mind. The dry brain seemed to be full of inspiration again in an instant. This feeling made Hugo's mood relax, and her tight shoulders were stretched out.
Suddenly, Hugo understood the meaning of Ernst’s conversation. These seemingly unrelated conversations are actually telling Hugo that everything he has experienced now will become a unique landscape in life. If you can't solve it, and you can't escape, it's better to hug or even enjoy.
Just like facing the crows, there are too many such situations in life, they cannot be avoided, cannot be resisted, and cannot be solved. In many cases, even if it is reckless confrontation and counterattack, it is still of no avail. Life is the same as a dream. In many cases, persistence is needed, but life is more complicated than dreams, because sometimes even if persistence, it may not be able to continue life-every minute and every second of life is full of accidents. There are too many controlling factors.
Therefore, Hugo did not choose to escape, gave up, or recklessly confronted with Ernst's encouragement. Instead, he learned to use crows, guide crows, cooperate with them, and contend with them. The crows that used to be scourges are no longer a problem for Hugo. Hugo has not feared the media for a long time, even in the recent period.
The same is true for fan support. Hugo clearly knows that many people are eager to come to his place-including Leonardo once jokingly said so, 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 of cooling down.
But Hugo must understand that learning how to get along with fans is one of the required courses for "superstars". Becoming a top superstar is never a simple matter. The corruption and devouring of Vanity Fair, the use and greed of the uncrowned king, the fierce competition and intrigue among peers... and the fanaticism and out-of-control of fans, including the disappearance and detention of personal life, and the limitation of freedom. Insincere...
Just as Hugo learned how to get along with crows, getting along with fans is also a learning. This is also an unavoidable part of this profession.
Ernst just said, “A lot of things that seem to be unimportant when you are young are often the most precious things in life.” For example, the stage, such as dreams, such as youth... For example, setbacks, such as difficulties, For example, pain. All of these are part of life. If there is only a sweet life, it is not called life, because the only sweetness will one day become bitter.
The rush of popularity made Hugo lose his freedom and turned into a cage that imprisoned his life. But these surging popularity can also be his weapon-a weapon to realize his dreams. He can write a comedy script and find investment from a film company; he can start a tour and use the stage to interact with thousands of people. People communicate; more importantly, he can stand on this stage, plant the seeds of rock belief, and then water them carefully, yearning for one day when this seedling can take root and grow vigorously.
Maybe he will hate all of this now, and even hate it; but one day, he will start to miss it, and he will also start to regret it.
Hugo thoroughly understood Ernst's meaningful words just now. Once Ernst was also on the top of the world, but he did not grasp the short moment. He just squandered it inadvertently. When he woke up, He was already on the edge of his dream, no matter how hard he tried, he could not enter that world again. There are too many stories hidden in Ernst's old and decadent back.
Hugo does not have the wisdom of Ernst, because he is still young after all. Even though he has experienced such incredible things as crossing, all of this is strange to Hugo after all, the first time he has experienced it.
Hugo finally understood why Leonardo was lost after the "Titanic" not only because the swarming popularity made him completely lose his direction, but also because he was not around One person can give him guidance. Hugo was lucky, because he knew Ernst, the wise old man enlightened Hugo in his way.
This is the second time.
Hugo let out a long sigh. Although he has a thought in his mind now, it still takes time to apply it to life. Perhaps this glorious tour is the best opportunity. Standing up, Hugo looked back at the still empty second-floor window, and then slowly stepped forward, leaving this land full of memories one step at a time.
However, after waiting for Hugo to walk away, Ernst walked out from behind the curtains and watched Hugo's back that had become the size of a mineral water bottle gradually disappeared. He just stood there quietly, without violence. , No irritability, no ups and downs, just watching quietly.
In the brilliant golden sunlight, Hugo's figure was inlaid with a gold border, and then bit by bit was swallowed by the sunlight, and finally blurred into a bright gold. --17075+d6su9h+11391344-->
Hugo looked at Ernst's back, old and awkward, as if every movement was consuming all his power. The morning sunlight penetrated the building unimpeded, and Ernst went upstairs step by step between the light and shadow. The back disappeared at the turn of the stairs, leaving only a pile of fine dust in the air jumping and circulating in the sunlight. The endless silence slowly settled down.What Ernst said today, Hugo was completely confused. He didn't know why Ernst suddenly mentioned the work of screenwriter. He didn't know why Ernst didn't mention too much about their tour, and he didn't know why. At last, Steer suddenly mentioned the thoughtless sentence, it seems that the whole conversation just now between him and Ernst is not on the same frequency at all.But Ernst is right. He really hasn't considered screenwriting for a long, long time.After writing the "Before Sunrise" script, Hugo thought he would write a brand new story again soon, because "Before Sunrise" could only be regarded as his experimental script. If he had the opportunity, he would still Write a completely different story and discuss 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, and thriller. It may not be 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. It is a very special carrier.But, what happened after "before sunrise"? Why did he never write?Hugo sat there and recalled it carefully, but found that there were not many thoughts in his mind. It seemed that the memories of the past two years had become intertwined and blurred, especially the busy period of the recent period of time, his brain was filled with countless fragmentary pictures. , Turned into a mass of paste amidst the screams of the crowd, unable to awaken a clear memory at all.Maybe because he was too busy, he started to forget the thoughts of those screenwriters. As Ernst said, when creation becomes a task and a job, without inspiration and creativity itself, creation also loses vitality. This is true of acting, so is music, and so is 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 encounter, Hugo has been adapting to this kind of life since "Schindler's list". In recent times, the situation has doubled, aggravated, become more intensive and serious, but in the final analysis, He was no longer a rookie who had just crossed to Los Angeles. Is his irritability, depression, rejection, and resistance partly due to deep down in his heart, he has begun to take cheers for granted?This thought flashed past, but Hugo couldn't help but shudder. He raised his head and looked at the still tightly closed window on the second floor, and let out a long breath.Screenwriter... Screenwriter... After "Before Sunrise", what story did he want to write? Hugo searched his memory carefully, but found that there was no concept in his mind. Even the process of writing the "Before Sunrise" script was something that happened in the last century. He hasn't thought about it for too long. So, does he have any thoughts in his mind now?Ernst Lechman.This was the first thought that came to Hugo's mind. Looking at the empty stairwell in front of him, it was as if he could still see the back of Ernst slowly leaving. The old back itself contains countless stories. Thought-provoking. He can write a story about Ernst Lechman-maybe he can write a story about screenwriters, but he doesn't want to write a heavy and depressing script like "Far from Casino", he wants...want to challenge to watch Watching comedy.Ernst and comedy collide, what kind of story will this look like? Hugo felt that his exhausted brain began to gradually produce interesting pictures. Although there was no specific plot, many small details made the smile at the corner of his mouth unconscious.Hugo suddenly felt that all this was really interesting. He had always wanted to try comedy, and after "Friends" he strengthened his idea. There are many types of comedies. There are exaggerated comedies like Kim Carey, comedies with tears like Charlie Chaplin, simple and crude comedies like Adam Sandler, and Robin Williams. A comedy full of wisdom like Si, Billy Christo.Hugo has always wanted to try to write a comedy full of wisdom. Of course, Hugo knows this is very difficult, because comedy needs the accumulation and precipitation of years, as well as a keen sense of life and humor. Only a few of them can have this ability. But what is certain is that writing a comedy script is indeed an interesting thing, full of challenges, full of uncertainty, and at the same time full of fun and lightheartedness.Fragmented pictures emerged in Hugo's mind. The dry brain seemed to be full of inspiration again in an instant. This feeling made Hugo's mood relax, and her tight shoulders were stretched out.Suddenly, Hugo understood the meaning of Ernst's conversation. These seemingly unrelated conversations are actually telling Hugo that everything he has experienced now will become a unique landscape in life. If you can't solve it, and you can't escape, it's better to hug or even enjoy.Just like facing the crows, there are too many such situations in life, they cannot be avoided, cannot be resisted, and cannot be solved. In many cases, even if it is reckless confrontation and counterattack, it is still of no avail. Life is the same as a dream. In many cases, persistence is needed, but life is more complicated than dreams, because sometimes even if persistence, it may not be able to continue life-every minute and every second of life is full of accidents. There are too many controlling factors.Therefore, Hugo did not choose to escape, gave up, or recklessly confronted with Ernst's encouragement. Instead, he learned to use crows, guide crows, cooperate with them, and contend with them. The crows that used to be scourges are no longer a problem for Hugo. Hugo has not feared the media for a long time, even in the recent period.The same is true for fan support. Hugo clearly knows that many people are eager to come to his place-including Leonardo once jokingly said so, 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 of cooling down.But Hugo must understand that learning how to get along with fans is one of the required courses for "superstars". Becoming a top superstar is never a simple matter. The corruption and devouring of Vanity Fair, the use and greed of the uncrowned king, the fierce competition and intrigue among peers... and the fanaticism and out-of-control of fans, including the disappearance and detention of personal life, and the limitation of freedom. Insincere...Just as Hugo learned how to get along with crows, getting along with fans is also a learning. This is also an unavoidable part of this profession.Ernst just said, A lot of things that seem to be unimportant when you are young are often the most precious things in life. For example, the stage, such as dreams, such as youth... For example, setbacks, such as difficulties, For example, pain. All of these are part of life. If there is only a sweet life, it is not called life, because the only sweetness will one day become bitter.The rush of popularity made Hugo lose his freedom and turned into a cage that imprisoned his life. But these surging popularity can also be his weapon-a weapon to realize his dreams. He can write a comedy script and find investment from a film company; he can start a tour and use the stage to interact with thousands of people. People communicate; more importantly, he can stand on this stage, plant the seeds of rock belief, and then water them carefully, yearning for one day when this seedling can take root and grow vigorously.Maybe he will hate all of this now, and even hate it; but one day, he will start to miss it, and he will also start to regret it.Hugo thoroughly understood Ernst's meaningful words just now. Once Ernst was also on the top of the world, but he did not grasp the short moment. He just squandered it inadvertently. When he woke up, He was already on the edge of his dream, no matter how hard he tried, he could not enter that world again. There are too many stories hidden in Ernst's old and decadent back.Hugo does not have the wisdom of Ernst, because he is still young after all. Even though he has experienced such incredible things as crossing, all of this is strange to Hugo after all, the first time he has experienced it.Hugo finally understood why Leonardo was lost after the "Titanic" not only because the swarming popularity made him completely lose his direction, but also because he was not around One person can give him guidance. Hugo was lucky, because he knew Ernst, the wise old man enlightened Hugo in his way.This is the second time.Hugo let out a long sigh. Although he has a thought in his mind now, it still takes time to apply it to life. Perhaps this glorious tour is the best opportunity. Standing up, Hugo looked back at the still empty second-floor window, and then slowly stepped forward, leaving this land full of memories one step at a time.However, after waiting for Hugo to walk away, Ernst walked out from behind the curtains and watched Hugo's back that had become the size of a mineral water bottle gradually disappeared. He just stood there quietly, without violence. , No irritability, no ups and downs, just watching quietly.In the brilliant golden sunlight, Hugo's figure was inlaid with a gold border, and then bit by bit was swallowed by the sunlight, and finally blurred into a bright gold. --17075+d6su9h+11391344--
