This man.

His face is very thin, which is the kind of narrowness that English men often have. There are two deep lines on both sides of the alar, which extend to the lip angle. In oriental life books, such lines represent forbearance of pain, which is called decree lines.

This man has a decree.

He stood quietly on a cool night in Beijing in the 1960s, watching an old man catch fireflies by the well. The woman with a sad smile on the stage came to him and was silent. She has black hair, black eyes and yellow skin.

She is from China. He fell in love with her.

In full view of the prison, he inserted the knife into his abdomen. Pain and blood bring comfort. That was four years later. His love, his beloved woman, his son, his life in China ... turned out to be just a dream. He chose to commit suicide.

The only puzzling thing is that the man never undresses him, but he still believes it. Even believe that the child is in a man's arms. Until the man stood in front of him naked.

His despair is not due to desire. Not a body hidden under a white cotton coat. It is his stubborn obsession with fantasy. Mysterious oriental sadness, gentle as a corner of water ... Love is a game set by fate.

It's still the man with the law. On a sunny afternoon, I saw a girl who was wet with water. He hesitated to walk in the cloister of the night, imagining her body carefully. A pear tree crushed Haitang, and its beauty was only a moment. He is still looking forward to her soft lips, like flowers close to his cheek, willing to rolling in the deep, not turn over. The last person standing in front of him is a pregnant woman who is trapped in poverty and mediocrity.

He was defeated in the dust with tears in his eyes. All happiness is still just evil.

This is JeremyIrons. British actor. Starring in the movies "Butterfly", "Lolita", "Love Seriously Injured" ... Oscar winner.

One of my girlfriends also likes him very much. I believe many women will like him. Those women who have shadows in their hearts will feel safe when they look into his eyes. Just like a dark room, it is not as dark as the blind, or it is black.

He smells like the wet smell of English men. In a rainy city, there is no sunshine for many years, and every tree will breed mold and depression. He walked in the street and walked through the bar with warm lights. He couldn't be one of them. He could only stand by the window, stare quietly and leave.

He has a neurotic aesthetic feeling. Long fingers and pale face. In the movies starring, most of them are easy to fall into pathological abnormal love. He is a person who likes to interrupt. Although the posture is elegant, it often collapses to the end.

His lust is the tide in the night, turbulent and blind, but not dirty.

Just still desperate. That silent despair. Little by little, one by one, it emanates from his skin, his hair and his fingers, permeates the air and disappears in time.

He is not fierce, but he is used to being destroyed or destroyed.

This is an outstanding performer. His expression can be expressed. His breath can be rendered. When a person's smell can spread through the lens, he is not just a movie actor.

Many people are manipulated puppets when performing. Laugh when you should laugh and cry when you should cry, but those joys and pains do not belong to them. He is under control.

When some people are performing, they should make others laugh when they should laugh and make others cry when they should cry. Those joys and sorrows are all his own, and he uses them with restraint and intention, and uses them as weapons, reaching the hearts of the people and being unstoppable. He likes to control everything.

When the knife was inserted into the body, he knelt on the ground, held the handle tightly with both hands and stabbed it inch by inch. Go deeper into your body.

His lips are painted with sad lipstick, and his face is pale with powder. It was a Japanese woman who withered while waiting, and the role was played by a China man. He fell in love with that man. Fall in love with your illusion. But heart-to-heart love is real. The illusion that it is destined to be broken is also true. Only happiness is fake. I once thought that the flowers were full of the moon.

Lolita stroked her bulging abdomen and smiled at him with a haggard face. She said, I don't love you, I'm sorry I really don't love you. All her betrayals and rejections are to prove that she doesn't love him. Loving her is his own business, not hers. All love belongs only to oneself.

His tears finally fell gently.

This deep suppression of future outbreaks requires great tension control by actors. Many actors have rich expressions and exaggerated figures, but they lose their energy in the middle of the performance and finally retreat wearily.

But he knows how to control it.

If JeremyIrons is allowed to play a play, it will be the loss of the audience. Imagine the camera zooming in and slowly advancing ... his calm and disappointed face occupies the screen. Deep blue eyes, surging tide with empty echo, two unfathomable decrees, hidden pain, thin lips trembling, trembling … but still speechless.

That face is full of broken words, but I can't touch it.

Actors with such faces can only appear in front of the camera.

I never cry when I watch movies starring him. The director's technique is usually dull, and there will be no ups and downs and aphrodisiacs. Only JeremyIrons. He controlled the pain, making it insert into the body like a blade without making a sound. But he came in.

Actors are often treated as children because they are often naive.

But I'm an adult. He said.

Maybe that's the difference.