It can be understood from many different places how difficult it is for people to comprehend the cultures that exist in the world, even though these may be, at least to them, no more grand than their own. The shouts and the ideas that echo through each of the corridors give a sense of life that is hard to see and admire if different themes are not taken into account, such as the idea of comedy, tragedy, education, respect, and the customs that others followtoo behave and get along. It is always seen that way.
Rigid postures, a capital city that seems like a party—mad and ambivalent—full of people who resemble one another. There are slight differences, but he fails to notice them when he is busy and happy in his own way. Before Billy can answer, he freezes. Answering questions, long takes, and questions about culture—he always carries out Americanizations in his own way. He likes giving long answers about how life should be valued and about how he modifies small parts of comics to make each one multicultural. For example, in Full Metal Alchemist, he uses French cuisine as a starting point, then Italian, and later elements close to Turkey, guided by the notes and photos his team takes whenever inspiration is needed. The recordings are majestic in their own way.
It was a new life. People drew closer, colored lights, the wind, sales, and the entire Asian market aarrivedlike water. Thousands of people in motion, now emerging from the Asian depression, recovered. Billy was in the middle of it all.
-—It took us three weeks to shoot everything.— Billy replied.
-—We used everything we had left, and every morning we practiced the choreography as much as possible so that when we finally did it, it would be perfect. But each take lasted between five and twelve hours, for two or three minutes.—
-—Ohhhhhhh.— The audience sighed deeply. Questions came and went, and it was almost a spectacle for others to see that even at that time, what seemed to give power came from the fact that the Wachowskis carried out an exhaustive analysis of everything—from the smallest way each of them used metaphysics, Plato's world, the Gothic concept, and the transpositions of the mind into a world that does not exist.
Billy could always say that, when watching a film in Japanese, between the voices and the dubbing, the person who voiced him was a well-known guy with that deep, Gothic male voice. It was thick and made people wish they could have that voice forever. The thing with dubbing is that it changes, and a good dub can make everything difficult feel simple.
-—I lost the thread in the first ten minutes.— Carrie-Anne Moss commented. She stayed quiet and completely absorbed, with the innocence that was common in Anne. She had a bit of sauce on her cheeks from eating sushi in the dark, at a table she liked—it was what she had hoped for.
Billy sighed as he shrugged. He saw a couple of actors who had fallen asleep. He was fully prepared for a long day. After the third time watching the film, everything stopped being as good as it once was—it was almost a rule. In other languages, it was worse, harder to catch the rhythm, and if you weren't used to the language, it became even harder to follow the movie. That was the case with Mandarin. On the other hand, every language had a way of making your head grow tired halfway through the film, like a complete focus on failure.
-—So all we can do is sleep.— Billy commented jokingly. It was true that everyone was far too tired to watcha cinema.
-—Boooo.—
-—People need silence.— Billy replied, leaning in to speak in whispers. Though his words were different in his own way, each of them managed to understand everything that was being said, and none of them refused the chance to keep whispering.
-—I hurt my back when I did that. I think I still have a pain that stings when it gets very cold; it's sharp and leaves me speechless.— Anne replied.
-—Well, no one tells you that being a stunt double is absolute misery. I don't want to be aggressive, but I'd rather let others do the job. I know it sounds silly, but it just seems like a headache to do all that and still worry about my acting quality. Action is fine, but the rest doesn't matter.— He replied to the doubt that followed him. A doubt that lingered between being an actor who did his own stunts and admitting that it was sometimes dangerous. He never expected to devote himself to being an action person when it was easier to earn by acting—rather than fighting—or by making money with stories and small actions he determined with the omniscience he believed he possessed.
Criticism always came from somewhere. That's why he dismissed it. He would do as much as he could and leave the rest in expert hands. He was good with choreographed routines, and that was saying a lot.
-—Well, I think that was all the action I need for a lifetime.— Anne replied, now wanting to dedicate herself to sleeping on the beach. One film had left her body worn out. She needed massages, ice, and constant rest—time for people to let her stretch. The physical therapy they had requested was good, and now all that remained was to follow it. With that, everything became a simple blur, downhill from there.
-—I like that.— Billy replied. —I also want a calm role, but probably not for long. I have, at most, three or four medium-action films left in me, and maybe another one, but I refuse to jump from second floors.— He laughed.—
It was a way of easing things. Part two of the Star Wars series, then The Mummy, which, although finished, still needed a second part. He didn't want to do much more, but it was enough for him for a decade.
-—Twenty or thirty minutes.— That's all that's left before you kiss me.
-—You're saying you miss my kisses.— Billy asked.
-—I miss everything—getting a little high, sometimes alcohol and drinks were what I looked forward to.— Anne replied heavily. But her green eyes looked like lanterns, and everything felt like breaking news. She felt his hands, a light touch against her own. Nothing violated. Just an affectionate gesture.
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