At first I didn't know his name. This slightly long-faced, skinny man suffers from amnesia. He sits in a chair in a mental hospital with an infusion tube in his arm. Surrounded by neurotics and murderers, his expression is cold and his heart is calm until he is tied up. Binding up and pushing into the narrow morgue, he began to moan.
Let me out. I don't belong here. I can't breath.
He was crying. Her green eyes were filled with tears in the darkness, emitting a gleaming light. Those quick-cut flashbacks sting my eyes. My heart was torn by the cry of a man imprisoned in a claustrophobic space.
Later I learned that the man's name was Adrien Broody. Man as his name suggests. When the two dodging vague R's make a sound behind your tongue, you can imagine that a man with such a name should be quiet, sexy, and slightly shy.
I'm glad that the first film of his that I saw was not the famous "The pianist", but "The Phantom Jacket." Because even when he played the Jews who were slaughtered and persecuted during World War II, he didn't cry on camera, but in "Phantom Jacket", he cried, his voice was hoarse, and he hit the spot.
Not all men cry can affect your most sensitive nerve. Not all actors are suitable for emotional tears in front of the camera. I believe you would rather see Brad Beat holding a submachine gun or a spear than crying on the sofa, but Adrien broody is indeed a man suitable for tears. He was born with a sad face. The eyebrows are lowered to the sides, the blue eyes, the straight bridge of the nose and the thin lips. Such a face seems to belong to a literary film by nature. Even if there are no tears, when you see his eyelashes flickering and his brows slightly wrinkled when he speaks, you can feel that his heart is light and sorrowful.
Some people on the Internet say he has a "silent power", I'm sure.
Whether in "The Pianist" or in other films, he has never been flamboyant and explosive, but has always been gentle and silent. This is a man who can write lines on his face. He doesn't need words. We can read his fear, disappointment, anger, resentment, and joy. The Jewish pianist is just an ordinary man, he has a warm heart for his family, loves music, knows nothing about war, and has no foresight of politics. He stuffed the money into the violin, thinking it was a good idea to hide it; he sold the piano cheaply for the sake of survival; he crowded onto the train like countless incinerated Jews, unaware that death was coming, He was snatched from the hand of the god of death, others told him to leave quickly, he started to run, and others said he couldn't run, so he staggered into his pockets and walked; he was locked in an unfamiliar room, relying on The subsistence of others, until the end, there are only a few peanuts left, and the irresponsible person in charge comes, and he has no chance to complain. The man was not so much gentle as even cowardly, but all the fear and grief of the war that had been hoarded found a proper breach in the end, and that was the piano piece for German officers. . If it were in China, the pianist would probably have to spit at the enemy and put on a posture that would rather die than give in. But the Jewish pianist found heartfelt satisfaction in this performance. This is a real person, innocent and loving.
Broody told the man's story with his uncomplicated expression. It's as simple as that, frankly staggering in the fire of war, sad, waiting, searching. However, there is no despair, no anger, no suicide, no going to the front, no uprising, just living, living, with his music in his mind, which is also a powerful force beyond belief.
Then this slender man with a slender face took root deeply in people's hearts.
However, the Oscar winner is just a gorgeous title. For you and me, it's just an invisible title, and it doesn't seem to add more luster to my liking for him. Because falling in love with such a man is destined to be ready to be torn apart by his sad emotions when facing the screen, and destined to use his silence to evoke tears.
This person has nothing to do with the wind and moon, just stands on the other side of the world, pulling out those hidden in your heart, forgotten for too long, almost numb and stiff, delicate and sad.
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