Unscripted
On a sprawling studio lot, an extra cycles through faces daily—a Ming court eunuch, a ruthless bandit, a mid-century revolutionary. The only constant is the bubble-gum girl across the lot, who shifts roles just as fast: a bandit's wife one shoot, an undercover agent the next. Bound by scripts, these two drifting souls brush past each other in the quiet gaps between props and takes. In a life built on illusions, identity is the only anchor they have left.
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Spitting bubbles, the feeling really electrified me.
Don't you need to perform?
If I organize it, OK?
Her shadow lingers day after day at work.
She was still the girl who blew bubble.
I blinked at her, shouting inwardly.
Could she no longer remember the days when she blew bubbles?
In a rush, we take on different identities.
Full transcript
Spitting bubbles, the feeling really electrified me. She just chewed on bubble gum and focused on spitting bubbles, as if she had no more important connection with our world. She is a relentless. In fact, that girl like us lives in the film and television base. I am also one of those young people wearing strange clothes. If you want to eat, you must be willing to let work consume your life.
Our job is to do group packing, take on different roles, just like the extras A, B, C, D, who come and go in the story.
Until she showed up, blowing bubbles, that feeling was really electric. Don't you need to perform? Me? I'm on my period today. I can't film today's play. They asked me to soak in water. What about you? I I accidentally messed up the script. The current script is in a mess. Zombies speak English. The Sahara is filled with lakes. I I don't know who I am. It's like piecing together a puzzle. If I organize it, OK?
Turns out my next role is to play a little eunuch in the Ming Dynasty. She tossed me a piece of bubble gum, while she still stood not far from the edge of the swimming pool. I changed into the UNEX clothes and hat, but the camera only focused on the love story between the concubine and the emperor. I was just a background prop in their lives. Pretending to swat at non existed butterflies. Her shadow lingers day after day at work. I look forward to meeting her again. The time I played as a bandit.
She was the bandit leader's wife, sitting high on the grand chair. I blended in among the lackeys, unable to even utter a single hey. She was still the girl who blew bubble. In the mid twentieth century, in order to prevent the illegal outflow of a large number of national treasures, our side immediately decided to use the undercover agent, Gothic rose, which was called.
The Starfire operation. Months later, they threw me a baggy's onchan suit and told me to play a treasure looting reactionary. Suddenly, I saw her, my bubble spitting girl. I blinked at her, shouting inwardly. Hey, it's me. Oh, so it's about identity now. She wore a cold expression, no longer the girl who blew bubbles. Now, she was an undercover agent. And I, I was just one of the reactionaries in a gray uniform. First scene, action. She took out a handgun and shot him dead.
I took the chance to secretly open my eyes. Hey, it's me. Could she no longer remember the days when she blew bubbles? Maybe she too was in a gap between scripts back then, still herself. Kept my eyes tightly shut, remembering my role, listening to her footsteps carrying the treasure map fade into the distance.
In a single day, I shuttle through multiple roles. The layout of the film studio is something I can map out in three dimensions with my eyes closed. In a rush, we take on different identities. Sometimes far apart. Sometimes pressed close together. Oh, so it's about identity now.
