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"East City Nightmare" reminds me of a string of net bag-shaped jewelry, with a sapphire in the middle and some broken diamonds around. Piece of art. The protagonist Mare (Marianne's nickname) is this sapphire.
However, she was not glamorous at all.
She is a detective at the Easttown Police Station in the small town. She has been in this town since she was born, knowing everyone in the town. She has two children and her daughter is a third year in high school. She is gay. Two years ago, the son hanged himself in the attic at home, leaving behind a 2-year-old boy born to his drug-addicting girlfriend, which made her a grandmother in her early 40s. The ex-husband bought a new house, just across from her backyard, and was about to marry and reorganize the family with his new girlfriend. When the ex-husband was cooking dinner, he found that he lacked the condiment oregano, so he would go directly to Mare’s cupboard to pick it up. Mare's mother Helen, a cool old lady who loves to play fruit ninja games on ipad, has moved to live with Mare since her grandson committed suicide, taking care of the family's diet and daily life. Mare's father was also a detective and committed suicide when she was 13 years old. The widow and orphans have lived so far, and the four generations have not enjoyed themselves in the same house. The only highlight of Mare's first half of her life was when she won the championship on behalf of the school basketball team in high school. As the main scorer, she won the title of lady hawk (Ms. Eagle), which was more than 20 years ago.
She smoked e-cigarettes and ate junk food. When she opened the drawer when she was about to go on a date, she found that the lipstick was all broken and still stained with gray and hair. When she went over the railing to chase the thief, she got her feet and bought an aquarium for her grandson’s pet turtle. Buy the cheapest and simplest one.
The old lady Betty noticed that there was a voyeur in the backyard, so she called Mare directly and asked her to deal with it. Mare said to her, can you call the police station directly next time? Betty said, I only know your number. She is the first person that small town residents think of when they encounter difficulties. But she herself is also a person who is in dire straits and needs salvation.
Grandson Drew has always had a good relationship with her. To some extent, she regards her grandson as a continuation and substitute for her late son, desperately guarding this relationship. Drew's mother has been in the drug rehabilitation center, and recently she is about to successfully quit, which means that Drew will live with her mother. In order to get Drew's custody, Mare took the risk of breaking the law and hid a few packets of white powder in the police station's evidence room in Drew's mother's car, planted and framed her, so that she would lose her custody.
The head of the police station found out about this, but did not say anything about his face. He came to Mare's house by himself, confronted Mare quietly outside the door, and exposed Mare's tricks. He asked Mare to hand over the police badge and gun, and receive psychological treatment. He will announce to the public that she is temporarily resigning and recuperating, and will not expose her mistakes. At the same time, he also urges Mare not to follow up on the murder case at hand.
Of course she was not obedient. Continue to investigate privately, and "use" the previous partner to form a private investigation team with him to uncover the mystery of who killed the 17-year-old single mother Erin. At the same time, it was investigating the disappearance of another underage girl’s mother more than a year ago-the victim’s mother, a gas station cashier who was fighting cancer, rushed to tell each other and raised signs in front of the police station. Questioning the police's ability to handle cases, Mare was the one who pointed the finger.
These two cases paved the way for Mare's salvation. She has never really emerged from the shadow of her son committing suicide two years ago and her father's suicide when she was a teenager. She transferred all her grief to the outside, looking for the perpetrators of the "other" victims, and solving the troubles of "others", so as to avoid the fear and pain in her heart. "You never talk about him (son)! You can't even say his name!" Mare's ex-husband said when he divorced her. The attic where the son hangs, the spiral staircase door has not been opened yet.
In this airtight nightmare, the light and breath came from an "outsider"-a writer Richard who had just arrived at the community college in a small town as a visiting scholar. He and Mare met in a bar, and they were talking and talking. At last, Mare started dating him. On the one hand, it was an adjustment to her boring life. On the other hand, it might also imply a demonstration of the ex-husband who was about to remarry. She gradually opened herself in the process of getting along with Richard. In the end, Richard's tenure expired and she was transferred from the faculty. She did not retain her, and she was very indifferent. In a conversation with R, she told him that it is tiring to be a superhero that has attracted much attention.
There are also some relaxing moments. Several comedy clips came from Mare and her mother's mutual conflict. Once at Betty's funeral dinner, Betty's widower suddenly announced to everyone at the banquet that he had had an affair with Mare's mother Helen. Mare choked while drinking beer, while Mare's mother was eating a plate and choked. As soon as the camera turned, the mother and daughter drove home. Mare laughed wildly. Helen murmured. She really didn't know where she fell in love with the old man, and she had to explode it at his wife's funeral reception. After that, he disliked him as if to throw off a pool of snot. The mother and daughter often yell at each other, use all kinds of swear words, and they will also help her pick the right skirt when dating. Helen would also hide the ice cream in a quick-frozen vegetable bag and secretly take it out to eat. This cool old lady is Mare 1.0 version. Both mother and daughter have to deal with the aftershocks of the suicide of their loved ones in front of them.
She was not decisive, and slay the audience.
She does not have A4 waist right-angled shoulders and smooth apple muscles.
She didn't wear Dior999 and wore knee-high boots to become Wonder Woman-in short, she is not a "cool drama heroine".
She is like a hard and cold rough stone, all shinning fragments when knocked open.
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HBO started producing short series in the early 1990s, and the number of productions is less than 30. What is this concept? In the past thirty years, they have polished one short drama every year on average, usually no more than 10 episodes. "Well-made and telling stories" is the hallmark of HBO.
Well-made, maybe (just maybe) funding and technology can be achieved. But telling stories is not easy.
The elements in "East City Nightmare" are bloody, right? Homosexuality, underage mothers, drug use, suicide, incest, religious depression... It feels like those things written in the early youth scar literature, such as Guo XX and Annie XX, their works have also been filmed, what is it like? The female protagonist will always have seaweed-like long blue hair covering half of her face, as if she had just walked out of the set of the midnight bell, she will always have a silver bracelet, she will always love cotton and bare feet, and her girlfriends will rob men... just pure A barrel of dog blood was splashed on your face and sprinkled on the ground. Looking up at the sky at 45°, the dog blood flowed back into a river, seeing that people were about to drown. Seriously, in the bottom of my heart, I asked whether these people were literally sick.
This "dog blood" story that took place in a small town in Pennsylvania, the "dog blood" life of each character, makes people so fascinated. There is neither a posture of hunting onlookers, nor the embarrassment of being choked by dog blood. You will see a living person, a picture of real life. The real is not necessarily good and beautiful, but the fake must be evil and ugly. The screenwriter has made great efforts to describe the details of the story and construct the characters. When watching it, he unknowingly is taken away by the smooth and free and just right rhythm of the story, and will truly understand everyone (their behavior and position). , Emotions), will truly care about everyone (where they come from and where they go), no matter how bloody they are, they will eventually accept them, so that all the pain in life is meaningful.
To some extent, this kind of depiction reminds people of Ozu Yasujiro and Yoshie Hiroka’s films, which present the bonds between individuals in a small area like a meticulous painting, without criticism, without pre-position, without strong plot, and everywhere. Full of details and endless aftertastes, at the end, I will always comfort myself: Alas, no matter what, life is always hopeful... (Director Ozu also said that the movie is based on the aftertaste of winning or losing.)
In recent years, whenever I saw dramas about writing people seriously, writing stories down-to-earth, and diligently tracing life, I felt that the "sense of security" that I gave myself to the creators as an audience was too unreasonable. It's easy. This kind of drama makes me feel that I am reading a literary work, rather than consuming a product calculated by big data.
Kate Winslet's Oscar queen was not for nothing. She deliberately learned the dialect of the local town for this film. (They are native British people.)
Her performance in several details in the film is impressive.
Once at a reception reception of the writer, the waiter brought foie gras with small cakes. She finished a big bite, chewed a few bites, and spit this haute cuisine on a napkin while no one was watching, and went home and dressed loosely. Dilapidated home clothes, eating simple large sandwiches, squeezing out yellow mustard sauce.
Another time I saw a documentary my daughter was editing. There was a clip of her son when she was a kid. She stared at the computer screen. In the computer was the son shouting at the beach that today is my birthday. Tears gradually poured in her eyes, like the sea. A wave surged gently. She did not break down hysterically or cried heartily, but her grief was not reduced by half, even deeper and more fierce. A tsunami occurred in that opaque seabed, in a corner that no one knew.
The first time I went to the counselor’s office, her body language was to sit on the sofa with her legs wide open, and her tone was disrespectful to the counselor. She only regarded consultation as a task that must be completed, and was resolute. I don't believe that consultation can bring about any substantial changes or solve any problems. She uses a gesture of "I'm not afraid of" to cover up her inner anxiety and fear. She seems to be open, but in fact it is closed. The things she hides are acting. She is now mature and sophisticated, and her acting proficiency seems to be easy to come by, and she is effortless to stretch her freedom. I can’t help but think of the actor’s competitive variety show. The intercepted game clips all use the kind of drama that tears the cry and yells and screams. Performance.
Seven Oscar nominations and one award. Nominated for Eleven Golden Globe Awards and won four times. There are countless other large and small awards. She is 45 years old this year, has been married three times, and has given birth to a child in each marriage. In China, this age and marriage experience will be said to be "she can't look at men!" When reporting her, the title will most likely be this style: "45-year-old Oscar actress, her figure looks like this now. "The Titanic is re-screened, and no one knows how to eat hamburgers." "Divorced three times, did the shreds find her Jack?"
She appeared in the film almost without makeup. She appeared in "dress up" several times when she was dating the writer, and she just casually put on some lipstick and put down her hair. In an instant, she was as beautiful as the shredded pork who wore a heart of the ocean necklace to Xiao Li (oh, it's Jack) as a mannequin.
Her eye bags and crow's feet are so fascinating, these folds are where the story lives.
[A whispered appeal: Actresses don’t fight botox anymore, their wrinkled faces are AI.
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