Superstar

A black coupe slowly stopped by the side of the trail, the door opened, and Hugo walked down, then closed the door, patted the roof, and the car started again, moving slowly along the trail, and finally disappeared In sight.

The sound of the engine seemed to disturb the birds on the branches. A group of sparrows fluttered and flew into the blue sky. In the clear and bright blue sky, they drew a leisurely trajectory, agitating circles of golden light, as if a group of sparrows fluttered. The natural oil paintings are so normal that people can't help but close their eyes and take a deep breath. The air mixed with the hot sun and the fresh sea breeze rushes toward your face. Even if it is already November, there is still the remnant of summer.

Hugo turned his head and looked around, only to find that no one could see the whole road. Even after the roar of the car's engine went away, not even a single sound was heard, and a light breeze passed by. There is still no noise, it seems that any little movement will evoke a strong echo, destroying the peace of this town.

This small town is called Seaside (). In fact, literally translated, it means "the seaside". From the name, you can see how careless the people who built the small town here in the early 1980s, and even bothered to give the small town like a real name. "Trumen's World" finally chose to shoot in this small town.

At the beginning, Peter Weir and the members of the crew had been trying to find a perfect shooting location and constructed the appearance of the studio in "Trumen's World", but they were still unable to find a suitable location. After all, there is still a huge difference between a small town and a studio in real life.

Finally, under the recommendation of visual consultant Wendy Stitz (wendy.), he came to Seaside. After the on-site inspection, everyone was very satisfied, so it was confirmed that this place was used as the location of the film. The entire crew will complete the filming of the entire movie here.

After Hugo arrived in Miami yesterday, he drove to Seaside today, but Hugo decided to really feel the town, so he asked Samora to drive to the crew first, while he got out of the car and walked on foot.

Just standing at the intersection and taking a rough look, Hugo seemed to understand the reason why the crew chose Seaside. This town is too quiet. Although there is no sense of death in the empty city, it can still be faint. Yoyo felt the popularity and anger floating in the air, but she tried her best to hear the sound of some waves, as if she had been thrown onto a deserted island, with no other partners besides herself.

Hugo stepped slowly, and walked slowly along the trail in front of him. There were not too many forks around. The straight road seemed to end at a glance, and there were small houses on both sides of the road. , All are one-story wide-area houses with a small garden, neatly arranged, and the appearance of all the houses looks exactly the same, there is almost no difference, the same beige walls, red roofs and dark red doors , The white wooden fence encloses the green space at the door, and even the lilac bushes at the door are uniformly cut into the shape of a round wooden barrel, without even extra flower pots.

It's like... it's like walking into any house is your own home. Hugo couldn't help but started to make up for the funny plot of going home drunk at night and walking the wrong door. With the almost identical low buildings in front of him, there was no sense of contradiction at all.

After the whole street came to an end, Hugo realized that he had reached the beach. The blue sea in front of him was calm and calm. It seemed that even the sea breeze was not too turbulent, which made people suspect that it was just a pond. I looked around, and I saw a building next to it. In fact, there is not much obvious difference from other surrounding houses, except that the sign hanging at the door shows that this is a post office. Hugo stepped forward again. .

"Ding Dong", the crisp sound of wind chimes vibrated in the wind, and an elderly gentleman walked out of the gate of the post office, wearing a simple gray jacket and a certain wide-brimmed top hat, and slowly walked down. This was the first person Hugo saw after arriving in Seaside. The gentleman nodded his chin to Hugo, showing a gentle smile, and then took another step, step by step without hurries, and The rhythm of the whole town fits together perfectly, as if it should be natural.

It's so quiet, Hugo really has been a long time since there was no screaming, no cheering, no surprise, even the sound of calling the name "Hugo" disappeared, everything is so ordinary, as if it was just an ordinary. In the afternoon. The residents of the small town did not feel the riots caused by the arrival of the "Trumen's World" crew.

After walking through this street, you can see the sea at the corner again in a blink of an eye, but when you turn to the right, the noise of the sea breeze is faintly heard, but it is not the kind of loud noise. It's just that someone is whispering the sound of daily conversation.

Walking along the street, you can see art galleries, antique shops, fashion stores, bookstores and restaurants, neatly arranged on both sides of the street, and scattered pedestrians spend their time on the road. Another one belongs to them. An ordinary day. Even in such a "bustling" street, there will never be more than fifteen pedestrians within Hugo's sight. It seems that this is already the noisiest place in the town.

Hugo always thought it was a bit strange. After walking half a street, he realized that the style of these buildings was no different from that of the residential area just now. They were still beige-white walls with red roofs, even the doorway. The signs are not too conspicuous, as if it is just another residential area.

Everything in front of me was like...like a model house. This is the kind of area. During construction, a large model house was built next to the foundation to provide the staff with a residence during the long construction process, but these houses did not specify any purpose, so they were built in a unified style and style. Some are used as housing, some are used as restaurants, and some are used as bars... But from the appearance, they are all consistent. After the construction is completed, all these model houses will be demolished, and the vacant land will be re-planned.

This is the case in the small town of Seaside, just like the name of the town, as if the people who came to open up wasteland were only planning to stay here for a few months, and then set up a golf course or a resort next to it, but After living, I forgot about it, and slowly took root here.

There is no characteristic, no style, no difference, or even any color. It is just an ordinary town that is forgettable and cannot leave any special impression on the town.

It is just such an ordinary, but it has become the most special place in the town-that is, the appearance that has been pursued in "Trumen's World". They just intend to create an artificial island, the building on it has no characteristics, nor does it show any style. It looks like a model house, but there are people living in it; it looks like a studio, but it is surrounded by sea, blue sea and blue sky; it looks like a fictional world, but it actually exists.

If it were built in a studio, the project would be too vast, almost equivalent to rebuilding the entire town. The process from plan to implementation is almost an impossible task, but I did not expect that such a small real existed in real life. town. It's no wonder that when Peter and the others discovered this place, they were almost excited. They called Hugo the first time and said that they had found a perfect shooting location.

Seaside is even more perfect than a studio.

The most important thing is that it is surrounded by the sea on three sides and a mountain on the other. It is almost a purely natural "island"—an island that is not an island. From any location in the town, you can walk to the beach, Hugo walked to the end of the street, and then saw the blue sea again, feeling that he was surrounded by the ocean.

But this time it’s a little different. Going a bit further, it’s a pier, but there are only a few single wooden boats on the pier, and you can see seagulls docked at the bow. At this time, there are five or six people chatting beside the pier. write. Hugo thought for a while and walked forward, "Hey, good afternoon."

"Oh, here comes a stranger." The middle-aged man with a mustache who stood in the middle laughed, and he spit out a puff of cigarette, "So, you came to the town in the last few days. That crew member, right?" Didn't recognize Hugo unexpectedly.

Hugo smiled and nodded, "Sorry for interrupting your daily life."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, "This is a good thing for us. Our days have hardly changed. Finally, something new happened. I also had more chatting with my wife during dinner. God, this is really no surprise. In a place."

"Oh? How do you say?" Hugo raised his eyebrows~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and asked with interest.

"This is a...no place." The middle-aged man shrugged, "No good, no bad, no surprises, no surprises, no riches, no poverty, no disasters, no changes..."

The person next to you took over the conversation with one word, "no excitement, no thrills", "no challenge, no freshness", "no difference, no difference", "no affair", these last words provoke everyone. Everyone laughed, "Do you want to have an affair and no one wants you?" Everyone laughed.

The middle-aged man curled his mouth and took a strong smoke. "It's impossible to even find a black man or a homosexual here."

Hearing what they say, this seems to be a very boring town, but in the eyes of many people, it is also the most perfect life. It is calm but smooth. "But in the eyes of many people, this is perfect. Life." Hugo said.

The middle-aged man spit out the thick smoke in his mouth for a long time, "Is there really perfect in this world?" A meaningful sentence made Hugo ponder, but he immediately said, "Maybe Madonna is indeed perfect. "Everyone laughed again, heartily and briskly.