Chapter 109: Lawless!

When seeing this monster stick out its bright red tongue, lick its sausage-like red lips, and giggle, saying, "... Welcome to the Joker moment."

Christopher Nolan pressed his left hand on his right hand. This was his habitual action when his heart was surging.

Before this, actually, including him, no one knew how the villain wearing the Joker mask in the comic book should be presented in the movie. But at this moment, he knew.

It might also be that everyone knew.

This was what the Joker looked like in the real world.

Maggie was very sensible and closed the door.

The audition room was silent.

People who could have a seat here were all seasoned professionals who had been hanging around Hollywood for many years. Everyone had seen countless actors audition, and some had even auditioned countless times as actors.

To get a role, they had seen countless strange tricks, because this was Hollywood, which advocated personality. There were always some young people who liked to be different, doing some eye-catching things, hoping to gain the director's favor.

Now, what this Chinese boy was doing was undoubtedly one of them.

But...

Just like gold and scrap iron are both metals, are they the same thing?

Everyone present was staring at Chen Nuo's face, as if there was an open-air super-large gold mine there.

Michael Uslan was also looking at Chen Nuo, while reminding himself that this was really just the Chinese boy's makeup, really just a trick by a young man who wanted to attract attention.

What's the big deal?

Nothing big.

When he was a casting director, he had seen similar tricks no less than 8,000 times; this was nothing more than one of them.

It was indeed very amazing; he even wanted to applaud the other party.

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

Because the Joker's pitch-black pupils were staring at him.

Michael Uslan clearly knew everything was his illusion, but he felt a chill from the bottom of his heart. If Nolan hadn't spoken, he would have wanted to call security.

He dared to swear to God that this Chinese kid might really be a cynical, perverted criminal, who entered Warner under the pretext of an audition, preparing to do something that would shock the world. For example, killing him, the dignified Warner Bros. Vice President.

That would definitely make many headlines.

Michael Uslan squeezed out a smile, wanting to say something, but his throat was particularly dry, and he couldn't say anything for a moment.

Fortunately, at this time, Charles Roven interjected. His originally cold blue eyes now had quite a bit of temperature, and one could see something boiling within them.

He looked at Chen Nuo and said, "Chen, you truly shocked everyone here."

"Chen? Who is Chen?" The Joker licked his terrifying mouth, giggled, and the malice in his laughter was chilling, "... I see, did you mistake me for someone else?"

The Joker walked two steps toward Michael Uslan and Charles Roven with his dancing steps, jumped up, and sat on the desk in front of them.

He bent one leg, swinging his sole casually, and the toe of his pointed leather shoe was like a poisonous mamba, making a hissing sound, looking for someone to bite.

The Joker's terrifying big mouth seemed particularly dry, because he had to lick a circle left and right from time to time. The sound of his speech became more and more strange, and the sharp voice actually carried a trace of panting, as if longing for something, or suppressing something. He looked at the stiff Warner Vice President in front of him and made a gurgling sound from his throat: "Michael, right? Do you want to play a game with me?"

Jonathan Nolan had been silent throughout the entire audition process.

Until this moment, he suddenly leaned his head near his brother's ear and said, "I understood from the first glance that this boy is exactly the person we want."

Christopher Nolan was calm.

But God was his witness, his shock now was no less than anyone else in the room.

He saw Charles Roven looking at the Joker's face with fiery eyes, as if looking at some priceless treasure.

He understood his feelings.

Before this boy painted himself like this, they had discussed what the Joker should look like with many professionals.

Because the Joker role was too classic.

It wasn't just a villain character in Batman comics, it had appeared in previous Batman movies, and it was even a classic character in Western circuses, so classic that the general public would immediately associate it with a red wig and a funny mask.

But Nolan didn't want to make a circus Joker, nor did he want to make the terrifying Joker who looked like a dead person in previous comics or movies, because that was stage-play-like, not real at all, and didn't look like a character that would realistically exist in the real world.

It couldn't bring people real terror.

However, Nolan didn't know what that kind of real Joker should look like either.

Originally, his plan was to set the actor, and then together with the makeup artist and stylist, spend ten days and a half months to study the specific makeup effect, and try out the Joker he imagined bit by bit.

However, now he suddenly discovered that while he was still thinking about how to do it, someone had already brought the Joker he imagined to a place one meter away from him.

This made Christopher Nolan's mind flash with a thought: For God's sake, Heath Ledger should perhaps really go see a psychiatrist before coming out to take roles.

This thought flashed by, and his face still had no expression.

Michael Slan also didn't say a word, his face still maintaining a calm smile, but he wasn't thinking about anything else; he had been cursing "asshole" in his heart, countless times already.

It was Charles Roven who asked you the question just now; I sat here honestly doing nothing, why are you targeting me?

He heard the Joker's question, but he wished he could cover his ears; he 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 look for help, coughed lightly, and said: "Alright, Chen, thank you for your wonderful performance, let's stop here."

Chen Nuo sat on the table, slowly gathering his violent and chaotic inner self, took a light breath, and said: "Okay, Director."

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

Christopher Nolan smiled and applauded, saying: "Chen, we waited an hour for you, and you only spent 5 minutes making us feel that this hour of waiting wasn't in vain. I believe your current appearance has left a deep impression on everyone present. Congratulations, you presented such a brilliant performance."

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

(End of chapter)