Ryan Gosling, among the Y-generation actors born after 1980, stands out. He frequently appears in small-budget independent art films, yet delivers equally compelling performances in commercial blockbusters. Not a typical handsome man, he nevertheless possesses a charm that has won the admiration of countless women.
At twenty, Ryan Gosling hadn't started working out. His slender, delicate frame was like a sheet of paper, carrying a melancholic and subdued aura. Despite his youth, his unique charisma was already evident. He was currently engaged in a conversation with Richard, his deep gaze revealing a hint of contemplation.
Anson couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if Brad Renfro and Ryan were paired together. Brad's rebellious yet fragile, melancholic yet broken temperament was somewhat similar to Michael Pitt's, yet slightly different. The sense of wandering, sleeping rough, burning life's destructive force was condensed coldly and fragilely in Brad's eyes, and this was the distinction.
Ryan's頹廢, despair, and determination, on the other hand, were another kind of charm. Perhaps they could spark something together, and bring a different chemical reaction to "Digital Murder."
Change is frightening; the unknown is terrifying. But in reality, change and the unknown also represent hope.
"Brad, this is not an audition or a competition," Anson enlightened Brad, who was clearly still burdened by the idea of proactively promoting himself and competing with other actors.
"You're creating, creating a character, with the producer, the director, and other actors, so there's no need to overthink it. Speak your mind freely, and generate more inspiration through collision and exchange."
"Didn't Richard just say he liked your idea?"
"So, just be yourself."
Brad took a deep breath and nodded repeatedly in agreement. He took a small step forward before realizing and turning back to Anson. "Aren't you coming with me?"
The corners of Anson's mouth lifted slightly. "Brad, if you were competing with me for the role, you wouldn't stand a chance."
That confident look was actually a joke.
Brad immediately reacted. "Ha. Ha. Very funny." He gave Anson the middle finger, his tension slightly eased. He took another step, still a bit shaky, but without pausing, his back slowly straightening.
Anson didn't turn away immediately. He watched Brad approach and start talking before feeling slightly relieved.
In his line of sight, he could see Ryan.
Richard's attention was completely on Ryan, so Ryan was the first to notice Brad. Somewhat surprised, he subconsciously scanned the room and immediately spotted Anson.
The crowd was bustling, glasses clinking, the hazy atmosphere filled with noise. Even so, Anson's tall figure was easily recognizable.
Following Anson's gaze, Ryan saw Brad. A knowing look flashed in his eyes, and he raised his champagne glass in a gesture towards Anson.
Anson didn't shy away. He raised his right hand in response, his feet not hurrying away. He remained where he was, pulling a candy from his pocket.
Because of Brad's urgent matter, Anson hadn't had time to find the buffet. Passing by earlier, he had seen a candy bowl and grabbed two. Now he could finally take a breather and replenish some sugar before continuing his search for food, otherwise he would start to feel dizzy.
From a distance, Ryan saw Anson's action.
Pfft.
He almost spat out his champagne.
Just then, Brad saw an opportunity.
Although he had already approached, Ryan and Richard were in the middle of a conversation. It would be impolite to interrupt them abruptly, and it might even backfire. So he waited patiently, and when he saw the opportunity, he offered Ryan a tissue, silently drawing Richard's attention.
Perfect!
Ryan quickly expressed his thanks and waved his hands apologetically. He wiped his mouth, and when he looked up again, the figure was nowhere to be found in the crowd.
So, what about Anson?
Brad had Brad's task, and Anson had Anson's.
The first step was to find the buffet table and replenish some energy.
The second step was to continue socializing.
To be honest, the name "Anson Wood" was that of a complete newcomer in Hollywood. Even if he won the Emmy Award for Outstanding Guest Actor in a Comedy Series tonight, he was still in the lower half of the pyramid. Without Darren's help, it wouldn't be easy to break the ice in such an event.
But the point was, with Darren and David Klein paving the way, and with his outstanding performance on the red carpet and at the awards ceremony tonight, and with Jeff Robinov inadvertently mentioning Anson tonight, the name suddenly became hot.
Then, one after another, people from the industry, known and unknown, whose names he could or couldn't remember, appeared in front of Anson, spreading out the vast network of Hollywood.
Now Anson finally understood why public relations people were so important.
In such an event, countless unfamiliar faces appeared like a swarm of fish crossing a river. In one night, he might meet one or two hundred people, or even more. Most of these faces were just fleeting encounters, with brief conversations. Coupled with the slight intoxication from alcohol, those names had already turned into a jumbled mess. How could he possibly recognize them when they met again?
Therefore, public relations people played the role of accompanying clients to parties, and it was their responsibility to remember the identities and names of every important person.
In "The Devil Wears Prada," Anne Hathaway's character's first big moment was at such an event, and she seized the opportunity firmly.
However, even without Eve's help or Darren's escort, Anson did well, engaging in conversations with ease and confidence.
Anson also seized the opportunity, just like his quick wit on the red carpet tonight. At the right moment, with the right gesture, he showed his charm, knowing when to stop, neither humble nor arrogant. Even if there were occasional minor mishaps, Anson always managed to remedy them with humor and wit.
No wonder more than one person witnessed Anson having a pleasant conversation with Jeff. It seemed that Anson's performance at the awards ceremony tonight was not due to someone else's guidance.
The party was still going on, but rumors about Anson had already entered their second and third waves. Various speculations grew more and more intense with each different version.
Not to mention those party professionals, even "outsiders" like Scarlett Johansson heard the name Anson Wood more than once.
However, Scarlett didn't care about any of this. The only thought in her mind right now was to leave this place.
Scarlett: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
She wandered and swayed, moving through the surging crowd like a ghost. The scene was lively, but she only felt lonely.
Her footsteps left the noise, gradually moving towards the quiet corners.
Creak.
Scarlett pushed open a door and peeked inside, only to see a figure moving: Oh, no.
No time to observe.
"Sorry!"
Scarlett tightly closed her eyes and quickly retreated, closing the door. She stood there, her heart pounding.
Fifth update.