Superstar

The whole set was silent, only Hugo’s fine sobbing leaked from the gap between his teeth, depressed and dull, but it contained infinite remorse and pain. It was gently pulled in everyone’s heart, and the listener couldn’t help but his nose. acid.

The staff present knew that Matthew Poncelet was guilty, and his cruelty could not be ignored because of his weakness, let alone be forgiven. But at this moment, looking at "Matthew" in front of him, his fragility and his tolerance for his regret are unbearable, especially when Matthew raised his head, the trace of dazedness and panic in his eyes, even more It makes people feel like they can't breathe at that moment.

Almost before I realized it, my eyes were already filled with tears. Many staff members at the scene quietly put aside their heads and wiped away the embarrassment on their cheeks.

Tim is standing behind the monitor, his mind is also suffering a huge shock.

In fact, what Tim really wants to discuss is: can the execution of the criminal's death sentence really relieve the family? Especially when the criminal himself is not cruel and hateful, or even when the criminal himself is worthy of sympathy and pitifulness, is the death penalty still necessary? It is true that it is inevitable for criminals to be punished, but whether it is correct to pay a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, and a life for life, everyone should have his own judgment deep in his heart.

I have to say that Tim has a super high standard for this scene, otherwise there will not be so many ngs just now, but Hugo's performance in this scene is far beyond imagination.

Just the trivial cry of crying has already shrouded the entire set in depression, even if you don’t look at Hugo’s expression, even if you don’t watch Hugo and Susan’s rivalry, just stand in the corner of the set and close your eyes. , You can feel the rich and mixed emotions from Hugo's cries, which is enough to make people move.

Not to mention Hugo’s talking eyes. The emotions leaked in those amber eyes are so complicated and profound. The hatred of oneself, the regret for crime, the desire for redemption, the fear of death, Nostalgia for family... The blank in my eyes is like a lost child, standing at the crossroads of the world, but the whole cold society is unwilling to lend a helping hand to him, just watching him step by step. Abyss, even pushed it behind his back. At this moment, he was standing on the edge of the cliff, but there was no way back. He knew that he had to jump off and embrace death, but he didn't know what happened. The faintness made all the bystanders begin to faint in their hearts. Cramping.

Susan feels that there is an infinite surging emotion in her chest. She wants to vent, but she doesn’t know how to express it. She wants to give the man in front of her a hug, not for redemption, nor for his sin, nor for letting him. He excused himself, simply thinking that he needed a hug, a warm hug, or even just a warm shoulder.

"Perhaps the best thing you can do for them is to pray for peace of mind." The nun Helen said in a muted voice. She wanted to reach out over the prison railing to touch Matthew, but she knew it was not allowed. She had to suppress the surging in her heart, and her eyes became even more flushed.

Matthew suppressed his crying, and the corner of his mouth stretched out a self-deprecating arc, "I have never really loved a woman or anything..." This made him feel so sad that he was even more sad. Only at this moment did he understand this, and his life only had the last twenty minutes left—maybe there are no twenty minutes left now, "It seems that I am going to die to find love."

Just this sentence caused the tears of the nun Helen to burst again. She pressed her lips to suppress her emotions. She could not substitute too many personal emotions, but it was too difficult. Especially when Matthew raised his head and looked over, there was a helpless light in those eyes, "Thank you for loving me."

The nun Helen opened her mouth lightly, trying to say something, but the tears that came down made all the words lose weight. She could only close her eyes and leaned against the cold iron railing to calm herself down.

Matthew exhaled a long breath and glanced at the clock on the corridor wall, "Oh, time...like flying." Matthew knew that his life was already counting down, and he weakly leaned against the wall. , Shrank his shoulders slightly, "I feel very cold." Death seemed to have touched his shoulders, shaking one after another, and his muscles were trembling slightly. He couldn't control himself at all, which made him close helplessly. Closed eyes.

The nun Helen quickly looked in the direction of the prison guard and said, "Can you give him a coat? He is very cold." But she didn't get any response.

Matthew tried to distract himself, his body trembling slightly, but he looked at the nun Helen, tried to stay calm and said, "Aren't you going to play a song for me?"

"That chant?" The nun Helen immediately reacted, "They said that music cannot be played in prison because of the rules. So they won't let me play it."

Matthew lowered his head in disappointment and murmured, "You are familiar with the lyrics, you can sing."

"I do not know how to sing."

"It's okay. Sing it." Matthew looked at the nun Helen expectantly, she hesitated for a moment, and then began to sing softly.

The nun Helen looked at Matthew's eyes like this, and sang in a trembling voice. The ordinary singing and ordinary singing made Matthew's eyes moist again. Then Matthew leaned against the wall slowly, slowly, and slowly, enjoying the peace of this moment quietly.

"Sister, please leave from this side of the corridor." The voice of the prison guard broke the calm here.

Sister Helen looked back a little confused, she knew what it meant, it meant that Matthew's execution time was approaching, and she looked at Matthew grandiosely. Matthew just looked over calmly, and even a slight smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, which made the nun Helen at a loss. Although she smiled at Matthew, the smile appeared dry and lacking.

Finally, the nun Helen got up and left.

Hearing the footsteps of her leaving, the smile on Matthew’s face fell apart in an instant. He bit his lower lip tightly, but his body still trembled uncontrollably, and tears fell like a large one. He gritted his teeth with all his strength and closed his eyes with all his strength, but tears continued to seep out, his thin shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and his whole body was twitching slightly.

Matthew knew that this was the end, and this was the end of his life.

It turns out that this is the feeling of facing death. You clearly know that the **** of death is standing on the opposite side, and the scythe that he raised has begun to approach his neck, and the bitter cold air makes all the hairs on his body stand up. You used to think that you could face death calmly, you used to say so proudly, "It's just death, what is there to be afraid of", you used to think that you don't care anymore... But when death really starts to approach, the second hand Every movement is like the footsteps of death, getting closer and closer, and the fear that rises from the depths of the soul has thus set off a stormy sea.

He always thought that the death penalty would not be painful, but he was wrong. The death penalty injection involves a total of three injections of medicine. The first injection anesthetizes him and enters a sleep state; the second injection enters the lungs and stops him breathing; the third injection enters the heart and stops the heart beating. On the surface, he seemed to be asleep and didn't feel anything at all, but in fact his internal organs were being devastated.

This is so-called humanitarianism, but the death penalty is so terrible and cruel, it makes him feel cold.

Matthew leaned tightly on the wall, but his muscles were still shaking uncontrollably. He bit his lip, but still couldn't hold back his tears, as if he was paralyzed all over, he could only wait innocently. With death slowly coming. He has been lost, lost in this icy world, there is a thick fog in all directions, even if he wants to escape, he has no direction, he can only watch himself being swallowed bit by bit.

He was afraid, he was afraid of death; he regretted, he regretted his crime... But he knew that everything was irreversible, so he was like a coward, letting the coward in his heart completely release. Sitting still crying helplessly. This is him. He has been trying to conceal his true self, but he has never disappeared, the poor cowardly, timid, hesitant, and hesitant creature.

"If I chose to be strong instead of relying on Karl, wouldn't all of this be different?"

Matthew's expression suddenly became blank, and the sound of the prison guard opening the door came in his ears, and everything was frozen-time and space, as well as his expression ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and his life. He knows: the end is here.

Tim, as the director, didn’t say anything. The whole set was quiet and silent, and even the sound of wiping tears was so clear, because everyone felt the tragic and cruel before being executed. Almost everyone did. I couldn't bear to put my head aside, and couldn't bear to watch Hugo's performance, but even if they were not intuitive and Hugo's depressed breathing came from their ears, they could feel their heart being torn apart.

The scene has been filmed, but Tim still didn't realize that he looked at Hugo's face blankly, his soul was hit, and the emotions Hugo showed were so real, so urgent, and so delicate.

Tim is also an actor. It is hard for him to imagine how Hugo performed such a performance. The emotions leaked by those eyes and movements are so full and so rich that every picture is full of reverie and more important. What's more, Hugo's performance is very natural, there is no trace of control, but the heat is perfect. Such precise control is not only the soul-entering performance, it is clearer and more accurate than the soul-entering performance, directly hitting the soul of the audience and resonating.

Tim didn't realize it himself, he was already in tears at this time. Until the itching came on his cheeks, he subconsciously raised his hand and scratched it, only to find that his cheeks were already full of water stains.