Hollywood Secret Garden

Chapter 518 Late stage, late stage

"Before I give an explanation, there is another question. Why is tragedy always more resonant than comedy; The Birth of Tragedy will become a must-read for the study of aesthetics.

I don't intend to make too many statements on this great book, after all, there are many scholars who are more professional than me are studying it.Going back to the previous topic, in layman's terms, tragedy is to tear up the good things for you to see and make you regret.

A person's short life is full of various big and small regrets, so tragedies are more immersive and more likely to resonate.

And if we dig further, we will find that the pursuit of tragedy has penetrated into the human bone marrow tens of thousands of years ago.Think about such a scene, the ancient humans were chasing and killing their prey while running, but they were killed by the crazy prey and fled away; seeing that today's food has not been found, the tribe may starve or even die.How will they feel at this time?If at this time, the crazy prey was caught by them because of some accident, and suddenly there was food again today, how would they feel?

I have been facing this situation of not knowing whether I can live tomorrow, so that the fear of the unknown has been completely engraved into everyone's gene fragments in the long-term evolution.Human beings can burst out with huge energy because of this fear, and can also slide into the abyss of pessimism because of this fear. This is one of the reasons why most classic literary works are tragedies.

Well, let's stop here and go back to my first argument.Now everyone should understand why I say this is a product of loneliness and boredom. If Shakespeare had been worrying about tomorrow's life since he was born, would he still have the time and energy to create?Will there be sparks of thought?

Human beings are doomed to start thinking about things such as the truth of the universe only when they have no worries about the most basic basic necessities of life.The poor peasants in the Middle Ages may have some empathy in their hearts after seeing these literary works, but when they go home, they still pick up sickles instead of quills.

While there is much more to discuss on this topic, here I will only touch on one of these factors.In short, people will only consider spiritual needs after satisfying their basic material needs. At this time, worries and fears about the future will emerge instinctively, and naturally they will be more sought after for tragedies, especially those in classical dramas. Works that strictly guard the boundaries between tragedy and comedy.

That's why I say that tragedy is the product of people's emptiness and loneliness, and even a little extreme can be said that the so-called art and even the entire human society are developed on this basis.

Having said so much, I don't want to deny anything. This is actually the inevitable result of human development. "

—A Little Fallacy About Tragedy and Art, Angela Mason.

"It's indeed a fallacy. This is the most inexplicable view I've ever seen." Natalie pinched the newspaper issued in the school with her fingers and flicked it. "You actually voted for the newspaper in the school."

"You know why, Nat." Angela put her feet on the coffee table in a shapeless manner, leaned over and looked at the laptop screen intently, her slender fingers clattering on the keyboard.

Natalie cocked her lips and asked with a sigh: "Then, how does Professor Gao Wen evaluate your point of view?"

"Hey..." Angela raised her head and recalled carefully, "He said that my opinion is full of strong personal color, although it is novel but too biased—hell, everyone knows that he wants to satisfy him without saying something shocking. It is absolutely impossible, so I think he may mean that this view is not biased enough."

"If you continue to be biased, your manuscript will not appear in the newspaper, and your credits will not be available." Natalie looked at her and shook her head, "Now I really want to know that once it is reposted outside, it will cause a lot of problems. What kind of discussion."

"It's a bit of a fallacy to say it all. Could someone read this and criticize me?" Angela shrugged needlessly.

"The problem lies in your identity, dear quasi-master director." Natalie rolled her eyes, "There are not a few people who want to find opportunities to completely refute you from some aspects, and now it is like giving them an excellent opportunity." excuse."

"Unfortunately, the quasi-master director you mentioned is busy with her college studies at the moment. If she is not careful, she may not be able to graduate, so there is no need for them to make excuses." Angela smiled and winked at Natalie blink.

Then she stopped what she was doing, and said calmly, "It's not like you don't know that journalists are best at taking information out of context. Besides, even if I write a well-regulated paper, it's very easy to criticize."

"It's just that your article is too..." Natalie gestured with a wry smile.

"Yes, the topic is empty, logical and chaotic without structure," Angela admitted with a nod, "but this is a manuscript written for a newspaper, not a paper, and I don't have time to elaborate on it. If I really want to write it, I promise It’s not a problem to write more than a dozen pages on standard letterhead. So I just expressed my opinion, and you have to admit, there is still some truth to this opinion.”

At this point, she rolled her eyes, as if thinking of something: "It would be wonderful if I wrote this in my graduation thesis."

"Do you think it's possible, Miss Genius?" Natalie stabbed her a little, then pointed to her computer screen: "I think you'd better settle the matter before you."

"Oh, damn it, why is my mentor Garvey Gowan?" Angela suddenly began to sigh again.After typing a few words, scratching her head and looking at the time, she simply closed the notebook: "Forget it, I'd better go to the studio first, I had a few good ideas, but you messed them up and lost everything." Gone."

"Here it goes again. If problems arise, they will only be blamed on others." Natalie curled her lips and snorted softly, but in exchange for a kiss from Angela on the corner of her mouth: "Okay, honey, make me happy Let's go."

Natalie shook her head helplessly, helped her pack things up again, and sent her to the door before she hesitated and said, "Angie, will you go back to New York this weekend?"

"It depends on the situation," Angela shrugged. "Although I have already made some post-editing of "A Beautiful Mind" by satellite phone when I was in New Zealand, the efficiency is definitely not as good as face-to-face communication. So I have to make sure that at the end of the month At least two-thirds done by Thanksgiving—anything?"

"No, it's nothing, I'm just asking." The disappointment in Natalie's eyes was fleeting.

"Really just asking?" Angela suddenly showed a teasing smile, "You really don't intend to say: Oh, Angie, I'm going back to New York to participate in a stage play this weekend, would you like to come and watch it?"

"You know?" Natalie raised her eyebrows involuntarily, with surprise and surprise in her eyes.

"I'm not a fool," Angela smiled and touched her forehead, "Don't forget, I listened to it for a long time in the library that day. Well, directed by Mike Nicholas, and Meryl Stella With great actors like Tripp and Kevin Kline, it’s no wonder you’re next. And I’ve heard it’s very popular, so I asked a lot of people to get tickets for this weekend.”

Looking at the other party's hippie smiling face, Natalie couldn't help but burst out laughing, of course she knew what was hidden under that layer of disguise: "I think, if I didn't ask you now, I would definitely be at Broadway on the weekend Got a big surprise in the backstage dressing room."

"Yes, what a pity." Angela sighed exaggeratedly.

"But you can still choose to pretend you don't know anything, and make the surprise bigger on the weekend." Natalie asked, pushing the backpack into her arms, looking her in the eyes.

"Of course, but the problem is that if I do this, someone will not be happy from now until the weekend," Angela smiled softly, "Only a fool would let the other times be happy in order to accumulate happiness." become unhappy."

Natalie didn't speak any more, just held Angela's face and kissed her lightly on the lips.Angela kissed back with a smile, and said goodbye after a little lingering.

Straight out of the dormitory building, Bucket had already parked his car outside and waited for a long time.As always, Angela got into the car under the surrounding eyes, and let the bodyguards launch out of Cambridge City, and then the paparazzi who were guarding outside in twos and threes followed as usual.

"Are you going to get rid of them, Miss?" asked Bucket, who was driving, looking in the rearview mirror.

"No, anyway, they all know where I'm going. And..." Angela curled her lips, "Sometimes I have to make some news about movies for them, so that I can properly reduce some publicity costs—hell, Ai After De tasted the sweetness of "The Pianist", he started to get out of hand, what did he think of me? A free publicity tool?"

Although she kept complaining from behind, the two bodyguards in front kept their mouths shut and said nothing. They all knew what they were doing.The car arrived at the destination very quickly, and it was quite a coincidence to say that the studios rented in Boston are the same office building every time.After three years, I have basically become very familiar with the people in the building. Ed also jokingly asked Angela if he should just set up a branch here.

After taking the elevator to the studio, the girl walked into her office while greeting the employees.Just sat down on the chair, glanced at the classified documents and materials on the desk, and pushed the door in alone.

"This is the score faxed by Mr. Ennio Morricone," Alizee handed the document to her, "Also, the schedule and schedule are put together, so you can compare them. "

"Thank you, Lily." Angela nodded with a smile, while sighing softly in her heart.