The Greatest Showman #1025 – Laughter

Cage, now wearing a brand-new suit of armor, was drenched in sweat. His pupils darted nervously, his eyes unfocused, and his expression was one of panic. He looked like he might vomit at any moment. "Listen, buddy, I really don't think I'm cut out for this."

"I've never been in a threesome either, but if you can help me find two women, I'm sure I could pull it off," Griff replied calmly, while assisting Cage with his armor.

The theater erupted into low laughter. It was Paul Walker playing Griff, and hearing him deliver such a line seriously was a humorous contrast to his usual sunny on-screen persona. The audience couldn't help but chuckle.

"Uh, listen, Kimmel!" Cage called out urgently, as Griff began to leave. Griff blinked and shot him a deadpan look.

"My name's Griff," he corrected.

Cage widened his eyes and shouted desperately, "Griff, Griff, listen to me! Think about it— I might accidentally hurt myself!" He raised his arm, the massive gun barrel extending outward in a menacing arc, causing Griff to instinctively leap back. The soldiers behind them burst into laughter.

Cage shrugged, his face full of innocent sincerity. "See, that's what I mean."

Griff looked at him as though he were a fool. "Your gun has a safety mechanism."

"Ah?" Cage looked confused, blinking rapidly. "Where's the safety?"

Earlier in the film, Cage had been confidently boasting on a TV interview about selling thousands of the latest armor models, yet here he was, completely clueless about the safety mechanism. The contrast was jarring, making the audience laugh once more.

Gavin enjoyed the movie so far. The darker, chillier tone created a tense atmosphere, a hallmark of Paul Greengrass's style. Despite the somber mood, the film was surprisingly fluid, thanks to the actors' performances which added a light, almost whimsical touch without slowing the pacing. It kept the audience engaged, making the time fly by.

Renly's comedic talent shone in Edge of Tomorrow, in stark contrast to his performance in The Cancer-fighting Me.

After struggling to walk in the cumbersome armor, Cage looked like a duck among the soldiers. Ford and Quint whispered nearby, "Huh, looks like he really suffered last night."

Just before boarding the fighter jet, Cage, who had tried to flee the team, was captured by Kimmel and Griff, like a chicken being dragged back to the fold. Cage slumped, annoyed.

With only sixty seconds left on the countdown for the operation, Cage suddenly realized he was still fumbling with his armor. Panicked, he muttered, "Safety device... How do I turn it on?" But just as he spoke, the deck under his feet opened, and Cage froze, unable to move.

Like a puppet out of control, Cage flailed in the air, spinning wildly before finally landing with a thud. Dazed and unsure, he stood up, blinking in confusion. Just then, Kimmel rushed over, smacked him on the back, and shouted, "Idiot!" The next moment, Cage was sent flying again, landing in the wreckage of a crashed plane.

Cage stood there, dazed, pointing at the flaming wreckage and the soldiers fighting behind him. His eyes were wide with confusion, and his expression was a mix of helplessness and disbelief. "What just happened?"

Amid the chaos, Cage's survival instincts kicked in. Surrounded by fallen soldiers, he started focusing on the safety device, adjusting it in a frenzy. It suddenly switched to Japanese, and he cheerfully greeted, "Hello!" Then, it switched again, this time to Chinese. "Hello!"

The contrast was so absurd that Gavin, despite the tragic nature of the battlefield, couldn't help but burst out laughing. The scene, with Cage's confusion and clumsy attempts to figure things out, created an unexpected moment of black humor. The laughter spread throughout the theater.

Cage, utterly out of place in the warzone, continued to flail around. His helmet fell off as he lay on the beach, imitating an ostrich burying its head in the sand, all while chaos unfolded around him. Then, he saw Rita, the "Angel of Verdun," wielding a giant knife and slaying enemies with stunning precision. The sight of her fierce heroism contrasted sharply with Cage's bumbling incompetence.

Gavin couldn't help but nod in approval. Compared to Michael Bay's flashy action, Paul Greengrass's direction was far superior, focusing on the gritty realism of war without over-relying on slow motion. Every shot felt purposeful and intense, capturing the brutality of the battlefield.

After taking down several enemies, Rita's attention shifted to Cage, who was still looking out for his own survival. Her eyes narrowed in disdain, but before she could act, a stray bullet hit her in the back.

Rita died instantly, falling beside Cage.

Cage, frozen in shock, stared at her lifeless body, his expression one of utter disbelief. "What... the..." His words trailed off, and the theater filled with murmurs, with many audience members instinctively filling in the swearing that Cage couldn't voice.

Why was Jennifer Lawrence playing Rita, only to die so quickly? What kind of twist was this? And what did it mean for humanity's fight against the aliens?

Gavin was struck by the absurdity of the situation. Cage, who had been terrified moments ago, now seemed like the last hope. How was this movie so ridiculous and yet so enjoyable?

Cage managed to stand again, his awkward duck-like walk persisting. Just then, Sergeant Farrell appeared, grabbing Cage by the collar. "Private Cage, you're going the wrong way. You're about to miss your chance to shine!"

It turned out that Cage hadn't changed after all—he was still trying to escape. His wide eyes and dejected face were a mix of annoyance and resignation, like a student caught cheating.

Back with the team, chaos unfolded. Griff, watching the battlefield, muttered in disbelief, "What happened? They weren't supposed to know our plan!"

Ford, still struggling to get his head out of the sand, asked, "How did we end up in a slaughterhouse?"

Farrell began giving tactical orders to the team, but Cage was still fumbling with his gear, trying to figure out the safety device. It was a comedic scene, with Cage running around like a headless chicken, completely disregarded by the team.

As the others readied themselves for battle, Cage was still struggling with his equipment. He stumbled across the sand and then noticed the alien tentacles emerging from the ground. He blinked in confusion, shouted a random "Hey-hey!" and a one-sided massacre ensued, with the entire J team wiped out.

Adrenaline kicked in, and Cage, now in full survival mode, managed to activate his gun's safety device. He started firing wildly at the enemies, miraculously killing one. Overjoyed, he shouted, "Ha! Who's the man now?"

But just as quickly, a larger alien appeared, its massive shadow looming over Cage. He froze, his gun still reloading from his earlier reckless shooting. He grabbed the bomb Griff had previously strapped to himself, but the alien quickly spotted his move and flew toward him.

Cage barely had time to raise the bomb in front of him before the alien collided with it. There was a massive explosion, sending a burst of silver-blue plasma into the air. But the shockwave was too much, and Cage's face was struck by the blast, dissolving in the aftermath.

"What the hell? Did the main character just die?"