blenderwars Chapter 627 Bad life, funny
Chapter 627 Bad life, funny
Chapter 627 A Bad Life, It's Funny
The Joker was born in "The Deadly Joke".
This origin story follows a down-and-out, career-breaking buffoon who gets crushed and insane after a "bad day."
Accidentally, become a clown.
And Luther Zhao, an Asian, was discriminated against, ridiculed, excluded, doing a job of making fun, but was bullied.
The only person to confide in was actually the social worker at the psychological center.
Because he was locked up in the observation room of the Arkham Mental Hospital before and was only released recently, he must return for regular visits and undergo examinations.
"Hahaha!"
Ye Qin's jaw was clenched, his masticatory muscles twitched, and his face convulsed.
Obviously sad, but just couldn't help laughing.
The laughter was split and harsh, and the audience felt uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts looking at him who was skinny and skinny in the picture.
Because of the forced smile, it was very uncomfortable.
Ye Qin performed the fight against epilepsy in a natural and struggling way.
The corner of his mouth was pulled down desperately, but pathological mental illness made him always look up, and the scar on the right half of his face was dazzling.
Luther Zhao doesn't like laughing, which is an unfortunate sign.
Laughing on the bus, I was scolded by Ni Ge’s mother, and all the people in the car rolled their eyes; Laughed in the office, and my boss deducted my salary; Laughed in the subway, and was punched and kicked by three financial elites...
Only the winner is eligible to have the last laugh!
He, the loser who has the least right to laugh, has a strange disease that makes him laugh out of control.
Ordinary people, like Nige, who is also at the bottom, everyone regards Luther Zhao's smile as an offense.
You, Luthor, deserve to laugh at me?
This is the doomed tragedy——
"The saddest thing about being mentally ill is that people always want you to pretend you're not."
Bang bang bang, the subway is working.
The scenery outside the window flashed by, and the three elites tore off their collars and rolled up their cuffs, and kicked Ye Qin, who was curled up in a ball, humiliating to their heart's content.
The more he kicked, the happier he laughed, and the louder it broke the sound.
Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly and gunshots rang out.
boom!
Liu Shishi's heart trembled, and he grabbed Wang Manchun's hand, and saw the classic Quentin-style bloody scene, headshot, blood spray, and blood splatter.
Some people in the audience waved their fists, as if they were frustrated and constipated at the game level, and finally broke through the level. The smoothness was indescribable.
The reason why everyone is afraid of clowns and obsessed with clowns is because everyone is angry and depressed, eager to vent, but afraid of breaking the law and losing life and freedom. Only clowns are not afraid, he practices the evil in the deepest part of people's hearts.
The layman is watching the story, and the expert is watching the acting.
Although the rhythm, photography, and composition of the first half are excellent, it is too routine and deliberate. It is completely a Hollywood formulaic plot, but it is Ye Qin's acting, which is amazing.
"Did you notice that Qin used his right hand when writing his diary, which is Luther Zhao's dominant hand, which is his right hand."
Cate Blanchett discusses with Denis Villeneuve in a low voice: "He shoots with his left hand, clever little design, I like it."
"Bang bang bang!"
Three shots were fired, and the sound of gunfire echoed in the subway station.
Ye Qin chased and killed the last young man who was shot in the thigh, his anger dissipated, fear struck, he ran wildly all the way to the public toilet.
"Whoa, whoa."
He took a scoop of water with both hands, splashed it on his face indiscriminately, and rubbed his makeup.
At this moment, the deep sound of cello plucking came from the stereo, and then, the hysterical laughter came again.
In the mirror, green, red, and blue paints remained on his face, his face was completely changed, and his mouth was wide open:
"Haha, haha, ha~"
The voice fluctuated up and down, Ye Qin was struggling in pain.
In fact, suppressing Laughter is suppressing clowns.
He is splitting his personality, and the split strong personality will consciously protect the weak personality.As long as the epilepsy can be controlled, the main personality of Luther Zhao can control the body.
The laughter became shrill in the sound of the cello, just like a mother giving birth, heart-piercing.
Suddenly, the music stopped.
Ye Qin raised his hands, put his fingers near his mouth, and stroked the paint mixed with water to the sides, drawing a strangely colored smile.
Like a baby, it just fell to the ground and laughed through tears.
Then I lit a cigarette, smoked, and the music started again.
His body was twisting morbidly, his hands were twisting, his legs were twisting, his waist was twisting, his whole body was twisting like the silkworm baby he raised.
The camera slowly moved up, and the close-up was fixed on the lingering smoke, which gradually dissipated, as if it was Luther Zhao's soul that disappeared.
The movie theater was quiet, and a pin drop could be heard.
The audience felt terrified and shivered timidly.
Many sympathetic covered their mouths, not knowing what to sympathize with or to condemn, and were at a loss for contradictions.
Zhang Zhen, Kristen Stewart and other young actors stared wide-eyed, and their scalps became numb when they were blown up by Ye Qin's dance.
The first kill, the first coming.
In the subsequent screen, Todd Phillips proved in the use of color that he is not a director who can only shoot R-rated vulgar comedies like "The Hangover".
The yellowish warm light is hope and reality.
So the contrasting dark cool color is cruel, and it's all Luther Zhao's fantasy.
He summoned the courage to kiss his crush's neighbor, Rihanna, and was covered in blue from start to finish.
He dreamed of becoming a stand-up show actor, and received Murray's father-like encouragement and support, but also a dark and cool tone.
Including the pistol was found completely unemployed and abandoned by society, Thomas Wayne was humiliated and slapped in the face if he failed to recognize Thomas Wayne as a father, and Murray, who was regarded as an idol, was ridiculed as a joke on the show...
All from cold to warm, from dark to bright.
Disillusionment, disillusionment, gradually wiped out Luther Zhao's personality, collapsed to the point where he wasn't sure if he ever existed!
With tears in his eyes, Wang Manchun called softly, "Master."
"Why, what's the matter, Sister Manchun?" Liu Shishi turned his head sideways.
"Maybe you're right. He should see a psychiatrist."
"Sister Manchun, do you now believe that he is depressed?"
"No, I do not know."
Wang Manchun smiled bitterly: "I just want to know, will there be any mental sequelae after Qin Zi's performance?"
"That's right! How can you act so perverted!"
Liu Shishi muttered, staring at the screen.
If the first two-fifths are routines, gradually, start to exert force and move towards boundless darkness, violence, and blood.
Ye Qin finally went to the Arkham Mental Hospital to check his mother's medical history. The paranoia is not hereditary, because he is actually an adopted son!
Laughing epilepsy is not hereditary, it is entirely due to her adoptive mother conniving at her boyfriend to abuse her, even the scar on the corner of her mouth was left by him.
It's not Luther Zhao, who accidentally scratched his face when he was a child.
"Haha, hahaha!"
At this time, laughing epilepsy occurred again "coincidentally".
But this time I no longer control, no longer abide by the hospital's rules prohibiting talking loudly, and no longer care about the relationship between mother and child.
In the laughter, I don't care about anything, even killing my mother!
But the Joker's personality has not completely swallowed Luther Zhao, and he is now prone to self-destruction.
I was rehearsing Murray's stand-up show at home, and wanted to end my funny life by committing suicide after telling a joke I thought was funny.
In front of the makeup mirror, Ye Qin took a knife and cut his left cheek little by little, leaving a scar similar to his right cheek, bloody, like red paint on his face.
"Haha, haha~"
Amidst the laughter, the camera pointed at the silkworm babies in the glass frame. They wriggled and chewed mulberry leaves with their mouthparts.
Then everything in the picture is Ye Qin again.
His left cheek was scarred, and he was still sitting in front of the makeup mirror, this time with a beautiful clown makeup.
But there are always uninvited guests who come to find fault.
A colleague who has always called Arthur a brother came to the door, and he gave him a pistol for self-defense, but at a critical moment, he reported to the boss and put himself together, causing him to be fired.
what else?To send him to God, of course!
Ye Qin's face was sprayed with blood, and his pale face was stained with red blood.
He leaned against the wall freely, without the guilt of killing the first time. From the corner of his eyes, he looked at the silkworm baby in the glass frame again, and it had already chrysalised.
Slowly, the silkworm chrysalis split open bit by bit.
The dark-brown grimacing moths crawled out, flapped their wings, and then fluttered and flew. The top of the glass frame was not sealed, and one after another, they flew out of the window and flew towards the light source.
The drumbeat of "Rock And Roll" sounded immediately.
The dim light shines on the long steps with stagnant water.
Originally, the Bronx was regarded as a place where crime was rampant and backward, and Ye Qin danced here.
Green hair, burgundy suit, orange vest, the same color scheme as Van Gogh, and the person is just like him——
Crazy in mania and depression, enjoyment in heaviness and wildness.
"Hi!"
Ye Qin threw off his arms, strode his legs recklessly, stepped on the water, and kicked as soon as he raised his feet. He danced in a disorderly manner, without a fixed pattern, without restraint, and absolutely free.
"Hi!"
Turning, shaking arms, twisting, touching the crotch involuntarily.
Just like Michael Jackson, emotions are dominated by music, and actions are also driven by music. At this moment, Ye Qin is a free slave.
"When, when, when."
An untimely wake-up call, interrupting unbridled rock and roll.
The cello was low and moaning.
Puff, puff, a group of moths circled in the street lamp.
The audience watched the dance the whole time, and the evil spirit emanating from him made people gasp. They knew something was wrong, but they just couldn't move their eyes.
If Heath Ledger's clown is more direct and manic, and the fire of vengeance has been burning in his heart for a long time, then Ye Qin's is a sudden eruption after a long silence.
It is not me who is wrong, but the whole world!
The clown's personality charm reached its peak at this moment!
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(End of this chapter)