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It's just a touch of kindness. From trust, from fraternity, from forgiveness, that touch of kindness completely defeated all the lines of defense of Jean-Agent, and also completely defeated the vicissitudes of the past nineteen years and the vicissitudes of life, like a ray of sunshine, dispelling the long and endless In the dark night, people feel panic and uneasy, longing for warmth, but afraid of being burned.
This fear is even more touching than fragility. The scars and bruises hidden behind the fear have endless stories.
Jean-Ajean stood in the center of the stage, bathed in warm light, invisible, all scars and all darkness were exposed, the ragged, unkempt protective shell, completely defeated, deep in his heart The softest part was just exposed, **** and scarred.
"He told me that I also have a soul! How did he know? What touched my heart in the dark, is there another way to go in this world?" Helpless, hesitating, dazed, trembling slightly Behind his voice, Jean-Ajean's inner struggle and torment were revealed, and he even began to doubt himself. Every question of self-examination is like a flogging, which fiercely tortured the conscience of every audience.
Opening his eyes again, Jean-Aljean took a deep breath and stepped forward again, crying, falling apart, and torn apart, but without any hesitation in his stumbling footsteps, stumbled, staggered, step by step, towards Walked with the light on the left.
"I tried to crawl out of the mire, but fell into the abyss; the dark night enveloped me again, I stared into the void, looking at the vortex of my sin!" Jean-Ajean has completely collapsed, tears streaming down his face, pain is gnawing at the bones; but , The footsteps are getting firmer and firmer, the movements are getting more and more determined, and the eyes are getting clearer and clearer.
Every step seems to be becoming clear, from toes to fingertips, from steps to shoulders, from body to eyes, the perseverance that bursts from the inside out, releasing powerful and turbulent energy, even The lights are still dazzling, and the momentum coming towards you is steadily rising. The fierceness and determination between gritted teeth, accompanied by a sudden pause in the left front of the stage, climbed to the extreme.
"H!" Mark took a deep breath, widened his eyes, staring dumbfounded at Jean Agen, who was close at hand. The tall and stalwart body seemed to support the whole world, like a god, bathed in gold. Under the light. It was just a momentary pause, lightning and flint, but the vicissitudes of life, and then—
Turning around suddenly, strutting aggressively, walking around the stage quickly, trotting becomes a trot, and trotting becomes a sprint. The smashing footsteps seem to have no intention of stopping at all, and they burst out a kind of crushed bones. Resolute and fierce, broke through the stage, broke the boundaries, and vented toward the audience in a mighty manner!
"Now, I want to escape from that world, that world of Jean-Ajean!" After going around half of the stage, his steps stopped, turned, and sprinted in the center of the back of the stage, and then ignored, did not retain, and broke. The wind rushed towards the front of the stage, and the footsteps that showed no signs of braking set off a powerful wave of air, spreading across the surface mightily.
Swept the entire theater.
Charge forward, rush forward wildly, the powerful momentum like the storm finally reached its peak at this moment, burst out unreservedly, unscrupulously, wholeheartedly, and vent with heart and soul, even if there is an abyss in front of you, even if there is a cliff in front of you The cliff, even though there is a sea of swords and flames at the end, there is still no stop to the momentum of the moths to the fire.
At the juncture, the fierce and bursting footsteps stopped abruptly at the front of the stage. The shaky footsteps stood firm and unswervingly. He straightened his chest high and straightened his waist stiffly. The agitation of the chest and the blood. Boiling completely got rid of the shackles, and declared his existence in the stormy sea!
The tall body that does not fall, seems to be standing on the edge of a cliff, the sound of hunting wind roaring by, squally rain rushing, but it can't shake the figure at all, in a trance, this upright body breaks the restrictions of the stage and breaks To overcome the limitations of the theater, truly shoulder the entire world, and completely defeat all the shackles, all the shackles, and all the shackles!
Throwing sound, sonorous and powerful, roaring and roaring.
"Jean Ajean, no longer exists! Another life will begin from here!"
The mighty singing voice rises and rises again. After reaching the apex, it once again rages for an octave, releasing all emotions and all feelings, deeply and deeply shaking the whole world, the light and shadow shake, the sand and the rocks are flying. , The sky broke and the earth cracked, as if even the body couldn't stop this surging aura, smashing the skin of "Jan-Ajean" bit by bit, metamorphosing, reborn!
It ended suddenly, the music stopped, and the lights closed! With a "pop", all the light disappeared, only a spotlight gathered on Jean Ajean, so that every audience could clearly see the twinkling of tears in those eyes, reflecting the depth of their hearts. The strength, affirmation, kindness, warmth, and hope of the place.
That face of vicissitudes, the wind and frost faded, the firm and tough facial lines, at this moment, burst out with a sacred light!
Just a breathing pause, the symphonic accompaniment of the live orchestra was released instantly, from zero to one hundred, all the vastness and turbulence burst out in an instant, the deafening melody, majestic and magnificent, like a tornado sweeping by. , Whizzing through the entire theater!
The mind is stirring, the real mind is stirring!
Before the brain could react, Mark had stood up and stirred his hands madly and madly, because if he didn’t do this again, he would explode, and all the excitement and emotion that was suppressed in his chest would explode; emotion and reason. There are no other options left. The natural response of the body's muscles is conditioned before the brain's judgment.
Stand up and applaud. Tears, roar!
"Ah!" Mark yelled forgottenly, but even so, the feverish blood on his body did not stop, so he began to roar again, "Ahhhhh!" The applause became more and more violent, more and more intense, More and more crazy, more and more surging, he could not even feel his palm anymore, just beating mechanically and feverishly.
wonderful! Wonderful! Exciting enough to overshadow all languages and all emotions! Enough to make every soul feel small and humble wonderful!
This is the real performance, which fully releases emotions, stories, life, thoughts, and souls without reservation, shocking every audience, making it impossible for people to make any reactions, and can only be pious and humble. Kneel on your knees and worship! Give up your surprise, give up your applause, give up your admiration, give up your worship!
At this moment, Marc Lacante felt the power and depth of the performance like a pious worshiper, crawling on the ground in fear, trembling slightly, accepting the baptism without any resistance, and surrendering thoroughly! Surrender!
Applause, applaud, or applause!
Mark's brain completely stopped thinking, and just kept applauding. He couldn't even feel the other five hundred spectators in the Almeida Theater. He was the only one, and he was the only one. This is a dialogue between him and Jean-Ajean, this is a dialogue between him and "Les Miserables", this is a dialogue between him and himself.
All the moving, all the shock, all the reverence, belong to oneself!
However, the Almeida Theater holds the same idea, and Mark is not the only one.
The whole audience, the real audience, can't even wait for the series of spotlights, everyone stood up together, thunderous applause roared wildly inside the theater, the roof and walls of the entire theater began to be in danger, that violent The applause was so strong, so raging, so crazy that the whistles and shouts were completely drowned out.
Only applause is left!
Alistair Smith stood up. The smile and comfort on the face disappeared, only a serious face, genuine respect and admiration, with a 100% serious attitude, and meticulous applause. This is the treatment Renly-Hall deserves!
Absolute strength! This is the true absolute strength! From lines to singing, emotions to performance, eyes to movements, and even stage use, every detail is perfect. Even Aristel can't pick a stab, especially the last sprint.
The powerful momentum came to an abrupt end at the edge of the stage. It was not only the control of the body’s muscles, but also the understanding of the stage, the control of the performance, and the control of the rhythm. It's an exaggeration. The freely retractable and hearty performance really makes watching drama a kind of enjoyment.
perfect.
This is the only evaluation of Aristel. Now, he finally understood, why in the previous thirty-five minutes ~www.novelhall.com~ Lan Li always closed the show? Lan Li is cooperating with the performance and rhythm of the actors in the same play, and even uses his own performance to drive the rhythm of the entire play. The best effect of sacrificing himself is to achieve the integrity of the play.
There is no difference between heavy and heavy, no shortcomings, the whole repertoire appears balanced and appropriate, like a slow stew, cooking a delicate and perfect finished product.
All the repression and all the control are completely released in the last monologue; more importantly, all the contents of the first act are summarized, pushed to the climax/tide, refined and sublimated, and truly the artistic meaning of the play Passed to every audience.
God, can he ask for more?
Just by virtue of the first act, by just relying on the "Les Miserables" of the Almeida Theatre, Renly Hall, is enough to become the best play in the West End of the past five years; but, can it be the best repertoire in the past ten years, The best of the past two decades? Just watch the next five hours.
However, at this moment, Aristel didn't want to think so much, he just wanted to enjoy the excitement of this moment, which once again awakened his love and enthusiasm for drama. It's been a long time, it's really been a long time.
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It's just a touch of kindness. From trust, from fraternity, from forgiveness, that touch of kindness completely defeated all the lines of defense of Jean-Agent, and also completely defeated the vicissitudes of the past nineteen years and the vicissitudes of life, like a ray of sunshine, dispelling the long and endless In the dark night, people feel panic and uneasy, longing for warmth, but afraid of being burned.
This fear is even more touching than fragility. The scars and bruises hidden behind the fear have endless stories.
Jean-Ajean stood in the center of the stage, bathed in warm light, invisible, all scars and all darkness were exposed, the ragged, unkempt protective shell, completely defeated, deep in his heart The softest part was just exposed, **** and scarred.
"He told me that I also have a soul! How did he know? What touched my heart in the dark, is there another way to go in this world?" Helpless, hesitating, dazed, trembling slightly Behind his voice, Jean-Ajean's inner struggle and torment were revealed, and he even began to doubt himself. Every question of self-examination is like a flogging, which fiercely tortured the conscience of every audience.
Opening his eyes again, Jean-Aljean took a deep breath and stepped forward again, crying, falling apart, and torn apart, but without any hesitation in his stumbling footsteps, stumbled, staggered, step by step, towards Walked with the light on the left.
"I tried to crawl out of the mire, but fell into the abyss; the dark night enveloped me again, I stared into the void, looking at the vortex of my sin!" Jean-Ajean has completely collapsed, tears streaming down his face, pain is gnawing at the bones; but , The footsteps are getting firmer and firmer, the movements are getting more and more determined, and the eyes are getting clearer and clearer.
Every step seems to be becoming clear, from toes to fingertips, from steps to shoulders, from body to eyes, the perseverance that bursts from the inside out, releasing powerful and turbulent energy, even The lights are still dazzling, and the momentum coming towards you is steadily rising. The fierceness and determination between gritted teeth, accompanied by a sudden pause in the left front of the stage, climbed to the extreme.
"H!" Mark took a deep breath, widened his eyes, staring dumbfounded at Jean Agen, who was close at hand. The tall and stalwart body seemed to support the whole world, like a god, bathed in gold. Under the light. It was just a momentary pause, lightning and flint, but the vicissitudes of life, and then—
Turning around suddenly, strutting aggressively, walking around the stage quickly, trotting becomes a trot, and trotting becomes a sprint. The smashing footsteps seem to have no intention of stopping at all, and they burst out a kind of crushed bones. Resolute and fierce, broke through the stage, broke the boundaries, and vented toward the audience in a mighty manner!
"Now, I want to escape from that world, that world of Jean-Ajean!" After going around half of the stage, his steps stopped, turned, and sprinted in the center of the back of the stage, and then ignored, did not retain, and broke. The wind rushed towards the front of the stage, and the footsteps that showed no signs of braking set off a powerful wave of air, spreading across the surface mightily.
Swept the entire theater.
Charge forward, rush forward wildly, the powerful momentum like the storm finally reached its peak at this moment, burst out unreservedly, unscrupulously, wholeheartedly, and vent with heart and soul, even if there is an abyss in front of you, even if there is a cliff in front of you The cliff, even though there is a sea of swords and flames at the end, there is still no stop to the momentum of the moths to the fire.
At the juncture, the fierce and bursting footsteps stopped abruptly at the front of the stage. The shaky footsteps stood firm and unswervingly. He straightened his chest high and straightened his waist stiffly. The agitation of the chest and the blood. Boiling completely got rid of the shackles, and declared his existence in the stormy sea!
The tall body that does not fall, seems to be standing on the edge of a cliff, the sound of hunting wind roaring by, squally rain rushing, but it can't shake the figure at all, in a trance, this upright body breaks the restrictions of the stage and breaks To overcome the limitations of the theater, truly shoulder the entire world, and completely defeat all the shackles, all the shackles, and all the shackles!
Throwing sound, sonorous and powerful, roaring and roaring.
"Jean Ajean, no longer exists! Another life will begin from here!"
The mighty singing voice rises and rises again. After reaching the apex, it once again rages for an octave, releasing all emotions and all feelings, deeply and deeply shaking the whole world, the light and shadow shake, the sand and the rocks are flying. , The sky broke and the earth cracked, as if even the body couldn't stop this surging aura, smashing the skin of "Jan-Ajean" bit by bit, metamorphosing, reborn!
It ended suddenly, the music stopped, and the lights closed! With a "pop", all the light disappeared, only a spotlight gathered on Jean Ajean, so that every audience could clearly see the twinkling of tears in those eyes, reflecting the depth of their hearts. The strength, affirmation, kindness, warmth, and hope of the place.
That face of vicissitudes, the wind and frost faded, the firm and tough facial lines, at this moment, burst out with a sacred light!
Just a breathing pause, the symphonic accompaniment of the live orchestra was released instantly, from zero to one hundred, all the vastness and turbulence burst out in an instant, the deafening melody, majestic and magnificent, like a tornado sweeping by. , Whizzing through the entire theater!
The mind is stirring, the real mind is stirring!
Before the brain could react, Mark had stood up and stirred his hands madly and madly, because if he didn’t do this again, he would explode, and all the excitement and emotion that was suppressed in his chest would explode; emotion and reason. There are no other options left. The natural response of the body's muscles is conditioned before the brain's judgment.
Stand up and applaud. Tears, roar!
"Ah!" Mark yelled forgottenly, but even so, the feverish blood on his body did not stop, so he began to roar again, "Ahhhhh!" The applause became more and more violent, more and more intense, More and more crazy, more and more surging, he could not even feel his palm anymore, just beating mechanically and feverishly.
wonderful! Wonderful! Exciting enough to overshadow all languages and all emotions! Enough to make every soul feel small and humble wonderful!
This is the real performance, which fully releases emotions, stories, life, thoughts, and souls without reservation, shocking every audience, making it impossible for people to make any reactions, and can only be pious and humble. Kneel on your knees and worship! Give up your surprise, give up your applause, give up your admiration, give up your worship!
At this moment, Marc Lacante felt the power and depth of the performance like a pious worshiper, crawling on the ground in fear, trembling slightly, accepting the baptism without any resistance, and surrendering thoroughly! Surrender!
Applause, applaud, or applause!
Mark's brain completely stopped thinking, and just kept applauding. He couldn't even feel the other five hundred spectators in the Almeida Theater. He was the only one, and he was the only one. This is a dialogue between him and Jean-Ajean, this is a dialogue between him and "Les Miserables", this is a dialogue between him and himself.
All the moving, all the shock, all the reverence, belong to oneself!
However, the Almeida Theater holds the same idea, and Mark is not the only one.
The whole audience, the real audience, can't even wait for the series of spotlights, everyone stood up together, thunderous applause roared wildly inside the theater, the roof and walls of the entire theater began to be in danger, that violent The applause was so strong, so raging, so crazy that the whistles and shouts were completely drowned out.
Only applause is left!
Alistair Smith stood up. The smile and comfort on the face disappeared, only a serious face, genuine respect and admiration, with a 100% serious attitude, and meticulous applause. This is the treatment Renly-Hall deserves!
Absolute strength! This is the true absolute strength! From lines to singing, emotions to performance, eyes to movements, and even stage use, every detail is perfect. Even Aristel can't pick a stab, especially the last sprint.
The powerful momentum came to an abrupt end at the edge of the stage. It was not only the control of the body’s muscles, but also the understanding of the stage, the control of the performance, and the control of the rhythm. It's an exaggeration. The freely retractable and hearty performance really makes watching drama a kind of enjoyment.
perfect.
This is the only evaluation of Aristel. Now, he finally understood, why in the previous thirty-five minutes ~www.novelhall.com~ Lan Li always closed the show? Lan Li is cooperating with the performance and rhythm of the actors in the same play, and even uses his own performance to drive the rhythm of the entire play. The best effect of sacrificing himself is to achieve the integrity of the play.
There is no difference between heavy and heavy, no shortcomings, the whole repertoire appears balanced and appropriate, like a slow stew, cooking a delicate and perfect finished product.
All the repression and all the control are completely released in the last monologue; more importantly, all the contents of the first act are summarized, pushed to the climax/tide, refined and sublimated, and truly the artistic meaning of the play Passed to every audience.
God, can he ask for more?
Just by virtue of the first act, by just relying on the "Les Miserables" of the Almeida Theatre, Renly Hall, is enough to become the best play in the West End of the past five years; but, can it be the best repertoire in the past ten years, The best of the past two decades? Just watch the next five hours.
However, at this moment, Aristel didn't want to think so much, he just wanted to enjoy the excitement of this moment, which once again awakened his love and enthusiasm for drama. It's been a long time, it's really been a long time.
It's just a touch of kindness. From trust, from fraternity, from forgiveness, that touch of kindness completely defeated all the lines of defense of Jean-Agent, and also completely defeated the vicissitudes of the past nineteen years and the vicissitudes of life, like a ray of sunshine, dispelling the long and endless In the dark night, people feel panic and uneasy, longing for warmth, but afraid of being burned.This fear is even more touching than fragility. The scars and bruises hidden behind the fear have endless stories.Jean-Ajean stood in the center of the stage, bathed in warm light, invisible, all scars and all darkness were exposed, the ragged, unkempt protective shell, completely defeated, deep in his heart The softest part was just exposed, **** and scarred."He told me that I also have a soul! How did he know? What touched my heart in the dark, is there another way to go in this world?" Helpless, hesitating, dazed, trembling slightly Behind his voice, Jean-Ajean's inner struggle and torment were revealed, and he even began to doubt himself. Every question of self-examination is like a flogging, which fiercely tortured the conscience of every audience.Opening his eyes again, Jean-Aljean took a deep breath and stepped forward again, crying, falling apart, and torn apart, but without any hesitation in his stumbling footsteps, stumbled, staggered, step by step, towards Walked with the light on the left."I tried to crawl out of the mire, but fell into the abyss; the dark night enveloped me again, I stared into the void, looking at the vortex of my sin!" Jean-Ajean has completely collapsed, tears streaming down his face, pain is gnawing at the bones; but , The footsteps are getting firmer and firmer, the movements are getting more and more determined, and the eyes are getting clearer and clearer.Every step seems to be becoming clear, from toes to fingertips, from steps to shoulders, from body to eyes, the perseverance that bursts from the inside out, releasing powerful and turbulent energy, even The lights are still dazzling, and the momentum coming towards you is steadily rising. The fierceness and determination between gritted teeth, accompanied by a sudden pause in the left front of the stage, climbed to the extreme."H!" Mark took a deep breath, widened his eyes, staring dumbfounded at Jean Agen, who was close at hand. The tall and stalwart body seemed to support the whole world, like a god, bathed in gold. Under the light. It was just a momentary pause, lightning and flint, but the vicissitudes of life, and thenTurning around suddenly, strutting aggressively, walking around the stage quickly, trotting becomes a trot, and trotting becomes a sprint. The smashing footsteps seem to have no intention of stopping at all, and they burst out a kind of crushed bones. Resolute and fierce, broke through the stage, broke the boundaries, and vented toward the audience in a mighty manner!"Now, I want to escape from that world, that world of Jean-Ajean!" After going around half of the stage, his steps stopped, turned, and sprinted in the center of the back of the stage, and then ignored, did not retain, and broke. The wind rushed towards the front of the stage, and the footsteps that showed no signs of braking set off a powerful wave of air, spreading across the surface mightily.Swept the entire theater.Charge forward, rush forward wildly, the powerful momentum like the storm finally reached its peak at this moment, burst out unreservedly, unscrupulously, wholeheartedly, and vent with heart and soul, even if there is an abyss in front of you, even if there is a cliff in front of you The cliff, even though there is a sea of swords and flames at the end, there is still no stop to the momentum of the moths to the fire.At the juncture, the fierce and bursting footsteps stopped abruptly at the front of the stage. The shaky footsteps stood firm and unswervingly. He straightened his chest high and straightened his waist stiffly. The agitation of the chest and the blood. Boiling completely got rid of the shackles, and declared his existence in the stormy sea!The tall body that does not fall, seems to be standing on the edge of a cliff, the sound of hunting wind roaring by, squally rain rushing, but it can't shake the figure at all, in a trance, this upright body breaks the restrictions of the stage and breaks To overcome the limitations of the theater, truly shoulder the entire world, and completely defeat all the shackles, all the shackles, and all the shackles!Throwing sound, sonorous and powerful, roaring and roaring."Jean Ajean, no longer exists! Another life will begin from here!"The mighty singing voice rises and rises again. After reaching the apex, it once again rages for an octave, releasing all emotions and all feelings, deeply and deeply shaking the whole world, the light and shadow shake, the sand and the rocks are flying. , The sky broke and the earth cracked, as if even the body couldn't stop this surging aura, smashing the skin of "Jan-Ajean" bit by bit, metamorphosing, reborn!It ended suddenly, the music stopped, and the lights closed! With a "pop", all the light disappeared, only a spotlight gathered on Jean Ajean, so that every audience could clearly see the twinkling of tears in those eyes, reflecting the depth of their hearts. The strength, affirmation, kindness, warmth, and hope of the place.That face of vicissitudes, the wind and frost faded, the firm and tough facial lines, at this moment, burst out with a sacred light!Just a breathing pause, the symphonic accompaniment of the live orchestra was released instantly, from zero to one hundred, all the vastness and turbulence burst out in an instant, the deafening melody, majestic and magnificent, like a tornado sweeping by. , Whizzing through the entire theater!The mind is stirring, the real mind is stirring!Before the brain could react, Mark had stood up and stirred his hands madly and madly, because if he didn't do this again, he would explode, and all the excitement and emotion that was suppressed in his chest would explode; emotion and reason. There are no other options left. The natural response of the body's muscles is conditioned before the brain's judgment.Stand up and applaud. Tears, roar!"Ah!" Mark yelled forgottenly, but even so, the feverish blood on his body did not stop, so he began to roar again, "Ahhhhh!" The applause became more and more violent, more and more intense, More and more crazy, more and more surging, he could not even feel his palm anymore, just beating mechanically and feverishly.wonderful! Wonderful! Exciting enough to overshadow all languages and all emotions! Enough to make every soul feel small and humble wonderful!This is the real performance, which fully releases emotions, stories, life, thoughts, and souls without reservation, shocking every audience, making it impossible for people to make any reactions, and can only be pious and humble. Kneel on your knees and worship! Give up your surprise, give up your applause, give up your admiration, give up your worship!At this moment, Marc Lacante felt the power and depth of the performance like a pious worshiper, crawling on the ground in fear, trembling slightly, accepting the baptism without any resistance, and surrendering thoroughly! Surrender!Applause, applaud, or applause!Mark's brain completely stopped thinking, and just kept applauding. He couldn't even feel the other five hundred spectators in the Almeida Theater. He was the only one, and he was the only one. This is a dialogue between him and Jean-Ajean, this is a dialogue between him and "Les Miserables", this is a dialogue between him and himself.All the moving, all the shock, all the reverence, belong to oneself!However, the Almeida Theater holds the same idea, and Mark is not the only one.The whole audience, the real audience, can't even wait for the series of spotlights, everyone stood up together, thunderous applause roared wildly inside the theater, the roof and walls of the entire theater began to be in danger, that violent The applause was so strong, so raging, so crazy that the whistles and shouts were completely drowned out.Only applause is left!Alistair Smith stood up. The smile and comfort on the face disappeared, only a serious face, genuine respect and admiration, with a 100% serious attitude, and meticulous applause. This is the treatment Renly-Hall deserves!Absolute strength! This is the true absolute strength! From lines to singing, emotions to performance, eyes to movements, and even stage use, every detail is perfect. Even Aristel can't pick a stab, especially the last sprint.The powerful momentum came to an abrupt end at the edge of the stage. It was not only the control of the body's muscles, but also the understanding of the stage, the control of the performance, and the control of the rhythm. It's an exaggeration. The freely retractable and hearty performance really makes watching drama a kind of enjoyment.perfect.This is the only evaluation of Aristel. Now, he finally understood, why in the previous thirty-five minutes ~www.novelhall.com~ Lan Li always closed the show? Lan Li is cooperating with the performance and rhythm of the actors in the same play, and even uses his own performance to drive the rhythm of the entire play. The best effect of sacrificing himself is to achieve the integrity of the play.There is no difference between heavy and heavy, no shortcomings, the whole repertoire appears balanced and appropriate, like a slow stew, cooking a delicate and perfect finished product.All the repression and all the control are completely released in the last monologue; more importantly, all the contents of the first act are summarized, pushed to the climax/tide, refined and sublimated, and truly the artistic meaning of the play Passed to every audience.God, can he ask for more?Just by virtue of the first act, by just relying on the "Les Miserables" of the Almeida Theatre, Renly Hall, is enough to become the best play in the West End of the past five years; but, can it be the best repertoire in the past ten years, The best of the past two decades? Just watch the next five hours.However, at this moment, Aristel didn't want to think so much, he just wanted to enjoy the excitement of this moment, which once again awakened his love and enthusiasm for drama. It's been a long time, it's really been a long time.
