Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Luo’s Dream
A date and two pieces of good news cured Ronald of his mundane life syndrome and made him feel energized again.
After sending the confirmation of admission letter, Ronald also wanted to inform his whereabouts to several friends from high school. He went to a tourist shop and bought many postcards. After returning to his apartment, he wrote postcards to his high school friends. He took out his high school graduation album.
On the cover is Toteville High School, Class of 1978, in gold foil. There are also mugshots of each classmate, most of which were taken by me. Because of these avatars, the graduation album is also commonly known as "facebook."
Ronald looked for the "Where to Go" page at the end, copied the university they were admitted to or the address where they worked, wrote a paragraph to some familiar classmates, and sent postcards with the Los Angeles landscape printed on them.
"I finished my wandering and returned to New York. Destination: New York University.
- Greetings from Los Angeles, love Ronald."
"Ring, ring, ring..." Ronald heard the alarm he had set go off, and before he knew it, it was the appointed time in the evening, and he wanted to call Mara.
Young men and women in America, if they seriously consider developing a relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, will generally have three dates to test each other and understand their temperaments. If you wait until the third date and both parties still have a good impression, then they go to first base. It is said that this way, the relationship will last longer.
Ronald didn't want just a brief encounter. He was very satisfied with Myra's strong figure and kind personality. Thinking about his arrangements for the weekend date, why not go to the beach for a swim? A smile couldn't help but appear on his face.
The other person answered the phone quickly: "Hello, Mara, it's me, Ronnie."
"Ronald Lee! Sleepyhead, are you so bored being with me?" Mara scolded.
"What's wrong, darling, what's a sleeper? How about going swimming at Venice Beach tomorrow?" Ronald invited. Winter in Los Angeles is warm, and there are many people surfing and swimming on the beach at noon.
"Go with your sleepyhead! You made me look like a fool in front of my classmates tomorrow. Everyone saw me getting into your little old car at the school gate! How could I be so stupid as to believe your nonsense?" Mara shouted, raising her voice in anger.
"What's happening? Mara? You've got me a bit confused."
"You yawned in front of so many viewers. Are you that sleepy with me? Tomorrow, everyone in high school will know I went out with an idiot who yawns. You also talked nonsense about Oscar-nominated movies. Tomorrow, Chris will definitely laugh at me. Her boyfriend took her to the official MGM set!"
"What yawn? What Oscar nomination? What Kris? Mara, I don't understand what you're saying."
"Go watch TV, you killed me," Mara said and hung up the phone.
Ronald quickly turned on the TV and turned the channel knob, looking for Mara's question.
Tuning to CBS-2, Ronald saw the presenter who interviewed him yesterday.
Looking at the information column at the bottom of the screen, he saw a replay of the entertainment news at 7 o'clock.
"Hello, we're reporters from CBS-2 in Los Angeles, interviewing viewers who have watched 'The Deer Hunter.'"
"We noticed you were yawning. Did you feel this video was boring?"
The camera switched from the presenter to herself. Ronald opened his mouth wide in front of the TV, squinted, yawned, and then patted his mouth with his hand.
It was yesterday's interview. Why was my yawn included in the picture? Ronald was a bit angry; it didn't show his beauty at all.
"I've never been in a Russian community. The wedding scene, which lasted almost an hour, was a bit long. And then we arrived in Vietnam and were captured in less than a minute? I was still waiting to see some battle scenes, but I only saw the Russian Roulette bet."
This?
This damn TV station edited my words!
I obviously said many good things about "The Deer Hunter" and also praised the director for his ability to create atmosphere and improve the environment. I also praised seeing this wedding; it felt like I had grown up in a Russian community! Ronald was stunned. What I said was good. How did it get reduced to pure criticism?
"Then what do you think of the actors' acting skills? In your opinion, are the three acting nominations received by this movie appropriate?" the presenter asked again. This year, "The Deer Hunter" was also nominated for many acting awards.
"Well, I think compared to the two male leads, Robert De Niro, and that, that... Christopher Walken, I still prefer the bridesmaid at the wedding, named... named..., right. Meryl Streep. I think she's also at a high level."
The camera focused again on Ronald's face, "Hey... oh."
He yawned again and rubbed his eyelids with his fingers.
Shameless! Stupid!
Ronald cursed in his mind.
Another black shot of me yawning.
Also, I clearly said they deserved the nominations they received, but why did it seem like I was denying their acting skills and saying they weren't as good as a new actress?
"Last question, what's your name and occupation?"
"My name is Ron. I'm a freshman in college this year, preparing to study film."
"Wow, no wonder your comments are so professional. Well, thank you to the audience of the Kodak Theater in Los Angeles. The presenter here... brings you live reports from the Kodak Theater. Now back to the studio."
This is misleading; this is slander!
Ronald was so angry he hit the table with his hand.
"Swelling!" He quickly shook his hand in pain.
"They even filmed me so ugly that I could only be seen yawning!"
The camera returned to the studio, where two presenters, a man and a woman, smiled.
"Wow, this is probably the most professional comment we've received from an audience interview. What do you think of what Sleepy Ron said? Does it make sense?"
"To be honest, I think his complaints about the length of the wedding and the lack of war scenes may have touched the minds of many ordinary viewers who came here to see it. But this movie is an 'auteur film,' and we can't judge it with common eyes. To judge it, this kind of contrast and presentation is necessary for the director's unique storytelling style..."
"Well, this is Sleepy Ron's critique, speaking not only for the general public but also for Hollywood's future professionals. Anyway, his opinion is interesting, right? The one-hour, wedding lasting a third of the entire movie..."
Sleepy Ron? And they gave you an unpleasant nickname?
Ronald unconsciously hit the table again with his palm, hitting the same spot as last time.
"Ouch, ouch... it hurts!"
"Let's take another look at Jane Fonda from the cast of 'Homecoming.' We're interviewing her now in the Los Angeles studio..."
"Did you read what Sleepy Ron said about 'The Deer Hunter,' Jane? Do you agree with him?"
"It's not for me to criticize other people's movies, but he obviously represents the opinions of many ordinary viewers. I still insist that 'Homecoming' is the best among the films nominated this year that reflect the Vietnam War..." Jane Fonda spoke with a smile.
"What do you think of the criticisms from Vietnam War veterans and religious figures about your wedding ring romance in 'Homecoming'?"
"No, I don't think it's an immoral act. In comparison, our commander-in-chief ordered the bombing of thousands of civilians in North Vietnam, which is an even greater immorality..."
"Pa," Ronald turned off the TV, feeling depressed.
They gave him a nickname, treated him as a joke, and played him everywhere.
The next day, things started to spread at an unexpected pace.
The "Hollywood Reporter" reprinted the CBS-2 interview and published Sleepy Rowe's comments about the wedding scene being too long and intact, adding fuel to the already fierce battle for the Oscar trophy.
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