Barton Fink, a playwright from New York, came to Los Angeles on the West Coast. In just a few days, he experienced despair and depression, because an accident played an important role, sin swallowed up conscience, and human nature stripped away his own ugliness. What happened to make him lose himself and let him escape from Hollywood? Let's take a look at their answers.
Galan: The last time I saw him was when the play he wrote was a huge success in New York. Yes, I told him to go to Hollywood, in my opinion, it is not impossible to go there, there is cash. As long as you work hard and adapt to your life, you will reach a new level, even if you don't adapt to it, it's good to come back. New York still welcomes you.
Lipnick : When I first met Button Fink, he was so reserved and uncomfortable, but in my opinion, as a Hollywood investor and a businessman, this is Totally understandable. I'm absolutely sure of his talent, he could be a great screenwriter in New York, and he could be here too. My idea is simple, a B-movie about a wrestler, is that hard? It's not difficult, let's just say I've got the beginning for him: a guy in the Lower East Side wrestling for a living. But our lovely and venerable Mr. Patton has written such a bad play, and he keeps saying it is the best one. Thankfully, I kissed the soles of his feet and reprimanded my subordinates. He was not at all sorry for the $2,000 weekly salary!
Audrey: Blood! Blood! Blood! Why is there so much blood on my body, am I dead? No, don't do that. who killed me? Patton? Or my boss? It was poor Patton who begged me to give him advice. I just came to the hotel. In my opinion, writing a script is not difficult. At least his reputation has increased since I helped the boss write it. But I regret telling Barton that, in his eyes, my boss is not good, but at least he is a good writer and can at least make him believe in Hollywood. It's all my fault for letting him know the truth. I know that he sees tomorrow from his idol, the Hollywood black hole, draining the creator's talent. But it was me that really hit. it's me! I don't want to die for magic realism, existentialism, and I don't want suspense, I just want to be able to get back to my boss again.
Charlie: In my opinion, life is bleak, and life is absurd and meaningless. After that, all I need to do is to make a subtle chemical reaction between each other through violence, erosion, yes! Erosion creates new value. In fact, I really don't like Patton's words that he cares about the people and only cares about his own reputation. He doesn't know how to talk all the time. He thinks he fully grasps and understands the world. In my opinion, he just wants to use the low-level people to express his elite position of knowledge. When I was fighting bloody fires, all he could do was run away, and it was I who saved him! It seems that the beach beauty picture on his wall is what he really yearns for.
Beach Beauty: I'm a painting on a rotting, slimy wallpaper, I see it all, and I know that Barton really likes a life like me. I think I was impressed by Barton the first time he saw me, because I was totally different from this tropical but old ghostly place. I saw him as a New Yorker, and saw the script he had racked his brains for only a few lines of words, but was written in one breath because of Audrey's death. Heard his conversation with serial killer Charlie and saw the faith he has in the Bible. I can't tell you who killed Audrey, but I want to say that I can't bear to see him sitting so vulnerable after that. Maybe he shouldn't come to Hollywood, the commercial Hollywood atmosphere of Hollywood is too inappropriate for a little intellectual like him. He should be doing art films in New York like Woody Allen.
In the end Barton Fink left Hollywood, maybe he went to New York or maybe he went to the place he wanted.
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