From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Peter said, "Believe me."

No flowery words, no sweet talk, no vows of eternal love, just this simple and unadorned sentence, yet it softly, gently, and lightly sank into Kristen's heart, causing her to be slightly stunned.

She believes him.

Even if it's absurd, even if it's childish, even if it's foolish, he is always listening.

Kristen seemed to feel a bond called "trust" gently stirring, disturbing the lake of her heart, causing slight ripples of joy and happiness, and then, a smile quietly crept onto Mary Jane's lips.

She found a piece of serenity, and her entire state became harmonious.

Mary Jane didn't avoid his gaze, there was no shyness, no restraint, and no anxiety, but rather, for the first time, she seriously sized up her good neighbor, and for the first time, she sincerely reorganized her thoughts.

Her brain gradually quieted down, and all the noisy voices disappeared.

Then, Mary Jane saw Peter giving a subtle, encouraging nod, without any extra movements, and she felt at ease. The words that surged to her lips were spoken naturally, everything was so natural.

Not showing off, not flaunting, but sharing.

Sharing between friends.

"The funny thing is, he saved me twice, but I've never seen his face."

Peter was stunned, and a faint light brightened in the depths of his pupils. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly uncontrollably, and every pore on his body opened up. That joy and delight instantly filled his entire chest.

In a daze, Sam Raimi had a kind of illusion—

Peter Parker seemed to float into the air.

That cheerfulness and happiness seemed to penetrate the monitor screen and almost overflow, even Sam could feel the sour smell of love.

Peter thought Mary Jane had fallen in love with someone else, and he would never have a chance; but at the last moment, he discovered that the other person was himself, and it was a confession from the person he had been secretly in love with.

Highs and lows, ups and downs.

Then, that bright feeling filled the whole world.

It turns out that acting really has power.

In the entire space, there was silence. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and stare, quietly feeling their heart beating, hitting their chest hard again and again, as if returning to their youth, laughing because of a look and crying because of an argument, back when they seemed to have inexhaustible energy.

Peter Parker's eyes were full of stories.

However, it was just for a short moment, then Peter pursed his lips and held back his smile, trying to respond with a calm tone of exclamation.

"Oh, so it was him."

Mary Jane didn't notice the joy that flashed in Peter's eyes, she only saw Peter's smile, and the corners of his mouth pressed down hard.

Mary Jane widened her eyes, clenched her cat-like fist, and gently patted Peter's shoulder, protesting with a mix of shyness and annoyance, "You're laughing at me."

Those clear eyes widened, staring blankly at Mary Jane, but the undisguised astonishment and panic were clearly protesting.

Mary Jane was more surprised than anyone else, covering her mouth, and was about to apologize.

Then, she could see Peter straightening his back and falling into the seat in a stiff posture, without cushioning, with a thud, he landed perfectly.

Pfft.

Mary Jane covered her mouth, but she couldn't control her laughter from escaping.

Not only in front of the camera, but also behind the camera.

According to the script, there were no detailed instructions here, it was purely an action:

(Peter sits down) (Mary Jane sits down).

Then, the following is to continue the conversation.

It's just such a simple line of words, evolving from text to image, connecting scenes with scenes, seemingly unimportant, but in fact playing the role of lubricant, inadvertently allowing the audience to feel a sense of immersion.

It has to be said that they did not expect this scene to be performed in this way.

Kristen's "cat fist" was an accident, originally an NG moment; but Anson's "zombie sit" seamlessly completed the connection.

Accidents, on the contrary, become opportunities, and the tone of this scene in the ward becomes imperceptibly brighter, without being noticed.

Moreover, the connection is also very smooth.

Peter sat down, his expression relaxed, trying to digest the situation in front of him, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift slightly, "No, I understand, he's really cool…"

The words stopped here again—

He is not Spider-Man, so how does he know that Spider-Man saved Mary Jane twice?

The more he says, the more mistakes he makes. He needs to control himself and not reveal his secrets in front of Mary Jane.

But Mary Jane opened the chatterbox, looking straight into Peter's eyes with great interest, "Do you think those bad things they say are true?"

This time, Peter's eyes were a little evasive. He couldn't be as calm as Mary Jane, but he couldn't help but glance over, secretly sizing up Mary Jane.

Sam: That's it!

The camera zooms in slightly, a close-up, and you can see Mary Jane's shining eyes, bringing Peter into her eyes with anticipation and curiosity; while Peter turns his face slightly, his peripheral vision can't help but look for and capture Mary Jane, the shyness, restraint and joy of budding love are fully revealed.

This kind of interaction is what Sam wants, and the effect far exceeds expectations.

"No." Peter shook his head and denied, "Spider-Man is definitely not a bad guy."

After hesitating for a moment, Peter finally raised his head, meeting Mary Jane's gaze, his eyes filled with curiosity and excitement. Although his brain's reason told him to shut up, his emotions still broke free from restraint, and the words came out involuntarily.

"I kind of know him."

Mary Jane: Huh?

"I'm kind of his unofficial photographer."

Mary Jane opened her mouth slightly, she seemed to have caught a thought, but it quickly slipped away, and an uncontrollable excitement took over, "Has he ever mentioned me?"

Peter blinked, the development of things was somewhat unexpected, he shouldn't be complacent, a little boasting now might become a loophole to expose himself, "Yes…"

Even so, the words still dragged out.

Mary Jane couldn't believe it, "What did he say?"

Peter:…Help!

Peter blinked again, subconsciously looking at the ground, avoiding eye contact, and then looking at the upper right—

According to the brain's function allocation, looking to the left is recalling, and looking to the right is imagining.

Although this is not 100% accurate, it can indeed glimpse clues from the details.

Peter, "Uh…"

He regretted it.

"I said… Oh, he said… He asked me what I thought of you?"

He almost exposed himself, but in the end, he managed to pull back from the brink.

Finally, his gaze returned to its original position, and then Peter could see Mary Jane's expectant, rosy-cheeked appearance, staring at him intently and closely, so focused and so invested.

However, in her eyes, Peter saw not his own projection, but Spider-Man.

When he realized this, the nervousness, unease, and anxiety between his brows all subsided, and all the storms retreated into calm.

Perhaps, he could say his true thoughts, anyway, Mary Jane's attention was on Spider-Man, wasn't it?