Capítulo 64: Interviews
As Lucas navigated the festival grounds, the Sundance logo emblazoned on a wall alongside a constellation of sponsors' emblems, the buzz of activity was unmistakable. Journalists huddled in animated clusters, microphones aimed like eager antennae towards actors and filmmakers bathed in the spotlight. Stepping into the fray, Lucas became another piece of the mosaic, the backdrop momentarily shifting to capture his arrival. A quick smile for a clicking camera, a polite wave to a familiar face – he knew the drill, even if he felt different.
Lucas, fresh-faced and new to the scene, wasn't part of the official gala that kicked off the festival. His name hadn't yet carved its way into the pantheon of honorees and established stars. So, when he arrived for the premiere of "127 Hours," Danny Boyle's latest work, a ripple of surprise ran through the crowd. Murmurs of "Who's that?" mingled with whispers of "He looks so young!"
Lucas, unfazed by the sudden spotlight, simply smiled. As he posed for photos, his youthful features, starkly contrasted against the weathered backdrop of the story he'd brought to life, told a silent tale of resilience and grit.
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The youthful glow of Lucas, a stark contrast to the weathered Aron he'd embodied in "127 Hours," drew the attention of seasoned media like a moth to a flame. Among them, Kirk Honeycutt, a veteran critic from The Hollywood Reporter, couldn't help but notice the newcomer as he took the stage. He admired Lucas's low-key attire, hinting at a quiet sense of style even amidst the festival frenzy. As Kirk approached, he confirmed his suspicions – this fresh-faced young man was indeed the film's lead.
The Aron on screen bore the marks of time, etched in stubble and faint wrinkles, a world away from the blonde hair and bright blue eyes that met Kirk's gaze. Yet, Kirk could only marvel at the transformative power of makeup artists.
Kirk nodded at Anne, and then remembered that the director of the film "127 Hours" indeed sing praises of the lead actor during the Sundance opening night.
"Welcome to the Sundance fold, young man," Kirk greeted Lucas, who'd just emerged from a whirlwind photoshoot. Noticing Lucas's reserved demeanor, he added, "I'm Kirk Honeycutt, with The Hollywood Reporter."
A curt nod and a "Lucas Knight. Nice to meet you" was the reply. Kirk chuckled at the polite formality, a welcome contrast to the usual festival freneticism. "So, tell me, what's it like being a Sundance newcomer?"
Lucas's response was heartfelt, "Surreal. It's almost unthinkable to be here, at this prestigious festival." His humility struck a chord with Kirk, piquing his interest further.
Kirk, intrigued by Lucas's quiet demeanor and youthful appearance, couldn't help but remark, "You look incredibly young. Many were expecting someone older, in their 30s maybe. Quite a surprise to see someone so fresh-faced."
Lucas, ever the pragmatist, smiled and shrugged. "I guess the makeup artists deserve the credit."
Kirk, sensing a deeper story beneath the surface, pressed further. "But some begins to doubt your ability to pull off the role, given your age. What do you say to that?"
Before Lucas could respond, a new voice cut through the air, "Director Boyle showered praise of the leading actor at the gala," she said, her tone almost accusatory. "Doesn't that speak volumes about his performance?"
It was a blonde woman with a warm smile and eyes that spoke of countless interviews navigated the press throng. "Lucas, right?" she asked, extending a hand. "Anne Thompson from Indiewire. It's lovely to finally meet you."
"Mr. Boyle did praise your acting, Mr. Knight, but some began questioning his commendation due to your youth. How do you respond to that doubt?" Kirk inquired of Lucas.
Lucas gave a gentle smile. "Look, I'm young and maybe not established enough to walk around with excessive confidence. It might come off as arrogance, you know?"
Kirk and Anne exchanged amused glances, a ripple of chuckles rippling through the nearby journalists. Lucas, unfazed, continued with a playful glint in his eye, "But hey, all I say is, watch '127 Hours'. My performance can do the talking, right?"
The journalists, initially skeptical, found themselves warming to Lucas's self-deprecating humor and quiet confidence. As if sensing the shift, director Boyle stepped forward, a familiar grin playing on his lips. "To anyone still doubting this lad's performance," he boomed, his voice carrying across the throng, "I say come watch the film yourselves. Lucas's performance will speaks for itself."
Lucas nodded, a flicker of gratitude passing between him and Boyle. The director's presence, a beacon of industry acclaim, drew even more media attention. Microphones swiveled, cameras clicked, and reporters jostled for position.
Questions flew like bullets: which scene was the hardest to shoot? What should audiences expect? One journalist from Rolling Stone, bold and brash, tackled the elephant in the room: the amputation scene. Based on the harrowing true story of Aron Ralston, it was already shrouded in morbid curiosity.
"How did you prepare for the amputation scene, Lucas?"
Lucas, still basking in the afterglow of Boyle's words, offered a confident yet humble reply. "I gave it my all, and if that scene proves too harrowing, well, I suggest closing your eyes." A chuckle escaped his lips, echoed by Boyle's booming voice. "Mind you," the director quipped, "it's not for the faint of heart. Lucas's performance was so… good, that some of the crew couldn't hold it together afterwards."
That tantalizing tidbit piqued the critics' interest. Anticipation buzzed in the air, a mixture of morbid curiosity about the amputation scene and genuine awe for the young actor who'd earned the respect of an Oscar-winning director. The flashes of cameras painted Lucas in a stark spotlight, a stark contrast to the nervous newcomer he'd been moments ago.
Across the throng, James Franco, another Sundance attendee, observed the scene with a flicker of complex emotions. As Lucas basked in the spotlight, a flicker of envy crossed James Franco's face, a feeling he quickly suppressed. He wasn't here to compete, he reminded himself, just to celebrate the art.
Meanwhile, Jennifer Lawrence, fresh off her own Sundance success with "Winter's Bone," watched the scene unfold with a mix of amusement and admiration. The young man she'd initially dismissed as a civilian was now commanding as much attention as she. Her smug thought of being the "rare young talent" of Sundance faded as she saw Lucas, barely older than herself. Perhaps she wasn't the only rare young talent Sundance had unearthed, perhaps this unassuming newcomer, hardly older than her, held a spark just as bright.
The opening ceremony loomed, and the press conference reluctantly drew to a close. But the whispers lingered, a chorus of anticipation for "127 Hours" and the performance of the young actor who brought Aron Ralston's story to life.
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