Huayu: I'm reborn, but you still force me to be a scumbag?

Chapter 111 Monster!

When the monster stuck out its bright red tongue, licked its sausage-like red lips, and laughed, it said, "...Welcome to the clown hour."

Christopher Nolan's left hand pressed down on his right hand, which was his habitual action when his blood was boiling.

Before this, in fact, no one, including him, knew how the villain with a clown mask in the comic book should be presented in the movie. But at this moment, he knew.

Maybe everyone knows it.

This is what it's like when the Joker exists in the real world.

Miss McKee was sensible enough to close the door.

The audition room was completely silent.

Those who can have a seat here are all veterans who have been in Hollywood for many years. Each of them has seen countless actors auditioning, and some of them have even auditioned countless times as actors.

In order to get roles, they have seen countless strange tricks, because this is Hollywood, which advocates individuality, and there are always some young people who like to be different and do some eye-catching things in the hope of winning the favor of the director.

What this Chinese boy is doing now is undoubtedly one of them.

but……

Just like gold and scrap iron are both metals, but are they the same thing?
Everyone present was staring at Chen Nuo's face, as if there was a huge open-air gold mine there.

Michael Slan was also looking at Chen Nuo, and at the same time reminded himself in his heart that this was really just the appearance of the Chinese boy, and it was really just a trick used by a young man to attract attention.

What's the big deal?

No big deal.

When I was a casting director, I saw similar tricks at least eight thousand times, and this was just one of them.

It was really amazing, and he even wanted to applaud the other party.

But the reality was that his body completely betrayed him. He sat rigidly in his chair, unable to move.

Because the Joker's dark eyes were staring at him.

Michael Slan knew clearly that it was all his illusion, but he felt a chill in his heart. If Nolan had not said anything, he would have wanted to call the security guards.

He dared to assure God that this Chinese boy was very likely a cynical, perverted and murderous criminal who came to Warner Bros. for an audition and was ready to do something shocking to the world, such as killing him, the vice president of Warner Bros.

That would certainly make a lot of headlines.

Michael Slan forced a smile and wanted to say something, but his throat was very dry and he couldn't speak for a while.

Fortunately, at this time, Charles Rowan interrupted. His originally cold blue eyes now had a lot of warmth, and it could be seen that something was boiling in them.

He looked at Chen Nuo and said, "Chen, you really shocked every one of us."

"Chen? Who is Chen?" The clown licked his scary mouth and laughed shrilly. The malice in his laughter was permeating the heart. "I know. Did you mistake me for someone else?"

The Joker took two steps toward Michael Slan and Charles Rowan with his dancing steps, jumped up, and sat on the desk in front of them.

He bent one leg and swung his foot casually. The tip of his pointed leather shoe was like a poisonous mamba, making a hissing sound and looking for someone to bite.

The clown's scary mouth seemed particularly dry, because he would lick it from time to time with his bright red tongue. His voice became more and more strange, and there was a hint of panting in his sharp voice, as if he was longing for something, or suppressing something. He looked at the stiff Warner vice president in front of him and gurgled from his throat: "Michael, right? Do you want to play a game with me?"

Jonathan Nolan remained silent throughout the audition.

Only at this moment did he suddenly put his head close to his brother's ear and said, "I knew from the first moment I saw him that this boy is exactly what we want."

Christopher Nolan remained calm.

But God is my witness, he is as shocked as anyone else in this room.

He saw Charles Rowan looking at the clown's face with fiery eyes, as if he was looking at something priceless.

He understands his feelings.

Before the boy drew himself like this, they discussed with many professionals what a clown should look like.

Because the character of the Joker is so classic.

It is not only a character in Batman comics, it has also appeared in previous Batman movies and is even a classic character in the Western circus. It is so classic that when the general public mentions the clown, they immediately think of a red wig and a funny mask.

But Nolan didn't want to be a circus clown, nor did he want to be the scary clown who looked like a dead person in previous comics or movies, because that was too stage-like and not real at all, and didn't seem like a real character in the real world.

It cannot bring people personal terror.

However, Nolan also didn't know what a real clown would look like.

His original plan was to decide on the actors and then work with the actors and makeup artists to study the specific makeup effects for ten days to half a month, and then try out his ideal clown bit by bit.

However, he suddenly realized that while he was still thinking about what to do, someone had already brought the clown he imagined to a place one meter away from him.

This suddenly made Christopher Nolan have a thought in his mind: For God's sake, Heath Ledger should probably go see a psychiatrist before taking on another role.

The thought flashed through his mind, and there was still no expression on his face.

Michael Slan also didn't say a word and still maintained a faint smile on his face, but he was not thinking about anything else. He kept cursing asshole, and he had done so countless times.

This is the question Charles Rowan asked you just now. I'm just sitting here honestly and doing nothing. Why are you targeting me?

He heard the Joker's question, but he wanted to cover his ears and didn't want to say a word to such a lunatic.

He turned his head and looked at Christopher Nolan.

Nolan received Michael Slan's pleading look, coughed lightly, and said, "Okay, Chen, thank you for your wonderful performance, let's stop here."

Chen Nuo sat on the table, slowly calming down his violent and chaotic heart, exhaled lightly, and said, "Okay, director."

The air conditioning in the room wasn't actually that hot, but Michael Slan wiped the sweat from his forehead and unbuttoned his collar.

Christopher Nolan smiled and clapped his hands, saying, "Chen, we waited for you for an hour, and you only took 5 minutes to make us feel that the one-hour wait was not in vain. I believe that your current appearance has left a deep impression on everyone present. Congratulations on presenting such a wonderful performance."

Nolan's applause was like a fuse, detonating the bomb in the room.

(End of this chapter)