Chapter 143

The big screen illuminated the theater as the story unfolded.

With a faint smile, Martin's character, Markle, twisted off the head of his beloved teddy bear, leaving the little girl, played by Elizabeth Olsen, in tears. Her sobs echoed the terror that gripped the audience.

Even veteran actor Robert De Niro, who had witnessed Martin's acting during filming, couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of admiration.

"What a genius performance," he thought, watching Markle's gradual descent into unnerving abnormality. This layered portrayal drew the audience deeper into the narrative, akin to solving a complex puzzle piece by piece.

De Niro reflected that this nuance was something the originally cast Dakota Fanning had been unable to convey.

As the film progressed, De Niro anticipated one of Martin's standout scenes, the moment that had left even him unnerved during filming.

In dim lighting, shadows stretched across the wall, trailing down the staircase like specters.

De Niro's character, the father, placed a steaming plate of spaghetti and meatballs on the table. Turning to call Markle for dinner, he froze. His son was already at the corner of the stairs, his figure obscured by darkness, and only the cold glint of his blue eyes visible.

The subtle tension in Markle's eyes—blending suspicion, fear, and a hint of menace—sent shivers through the audience.

For several seconds, the theater was silent save for the collective intake of breath.

Roger Ebert, renowned critic for the Chicago Sun-Times, jotted down excited notes: "Martin delivers a performance worthy of comparison to 'The Sixth Sense.' No, he surpasses it. His growth as an actor is extraordinary."

In the Los Angeles Times, Kevin Thomas penned, "Watching Martin's performances is an electrifying experience. If he stays on this trajectory, he will be a legend."

The scene continued. De Niro's character smiled warmly, masking his unease.

"Markle, when did you come down? Dinner's ready."

Markle remained silent, his body still cloaked in shadow. With an almost imperceptible nod, he acknowledged his father.

Then came a moment that would etch itself into the memories of the audience: Martin slowly stepped out of the shadows. First his face emerged, followed by his neck, torso, and legs. His expression was a blank slate of apathy, with a dark haze clouding his features.

The camera lingered on his eyes—a chilling, piercing blue radiating malice.

A ripple of gasps swept through the audience.

The look, cold and demonic, left even the seasoned critic Roger Ebert stunned. "How can such depth of emotion be conjured? Where does this boy draw from?" he scribbled.

Emotional borrowing and compensation, techniques used by seasoned actors, couldn't fully explain how Martin delivered such a haunting gaze.

The plot unraveled further, with John Polson's direction masterfully manipulating the audience's suspicions. They cycled through a carousel of suspects—the original homeowner, the sheriff, the neighbor, and finally Markle's invisible friend, Charlie.

Even Nicole, usually poised, leaned closer to Martin, whispering, "Who's the real killer? The sheriff? The neighbor? Or Charlie?"

Martin smirked. "Can't spoil it, Nicole. Patience."

"Ugh, fine," she muttered, rolling her eyes before being pulled back into the suspense.

As the movie approached its climax, the father's second personality—violent and feral—emerged. The truth stunned the audience as the plot unraveled in reverse, revealing his gruesome deeds through quick flashbacks.

The tension, bottled up for two hours, found release in the film's resolution as justice triumphed over evil.

Roger Ebert noted in his review: "While the sunny ending caters to commercial tastes, it doesn't diminish the film's artistic brilliance. This is a masterpiece—a perfect blend of craftsmanship and storytelling."

As the credits rolled and the lights brightened, the audience, momentarily stunned by the sudden shift, broke into thunderous applause.

One by one, they rose to their feet, shouting the names of the actors:

"Martin! Martin!"

"Robert! Robert!"

"Famke! Famke!"

Nicole took the opportunity to embrace Martin tightly. "Congratulations. You've done it again."

"Thank you," Martin replied with a professional smile, returning her hug with the grace of a gentleman before stepping back.

Nicole smirked inwardly. "This little bastard acts like a saint now, but I know the truth, he'll fuck me for 5 hours," she thought, unable to suppress her amusement.

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