villain king

Chapter 188

The easiest way to judge whether an actor is a beginner is to see if he can cry in a flash.

It's really not that difficult. In ordinary life, who doesn't know a few drama friends who cry whenever they say it.

The simple ones are just watching the lights without blinking, and you can feel it after brewing for a minute or two. The more difficult ones are to mobilize your emotions and recall some sad past events.

"Turn off the lights."

Ji Yun's demands on him are undoubtedly extremely high, and he directly ordered Xiaoying to turn off the lights.

Not only to prevent Huang Xuan from being opportunistic, but more importantly, this part of the performance can affect emotions more in a dim environment.

He could know Huang Xuan's acting skills through appearances, but the audience who watched the video might not be able to capture Huang Xuan's emotions because it was too bright.

The evaluation he wanted from the audience was: Huang Xuan's performance is very good, even if the main character is on the opposite side, it will still make people's eyes shine.

Instead of: Huang Xuan performed well, but he was far behind Ji Yun.

"Do you want to play along?" Wan Qian raised her head and asked.

The dance of demons before was indeed interesting, but it was boring to watch too much.

What is presented in the video is a collection of jokes, but dozens or hundreds of people can extract 5 minutes of high-quality content.

Most people's whole job is dull and tasteless.

Finally, a serious interview came, and Wan Qian became interested.

"Can you?" Huang Xuan's face showed joy.

He was facing walls and mirrors during the performance before. If there is really a professional to play with him, he will definitely be able to perform better.

Ji Yun stopped Wan Qian, who was eager to try, behind him, "Okay, I'll play for you."

"what?"

Before Huang Xuan could speak, Ji Yun had already stood up and walked around the table.

"Start your show."

Ji Yun kept a cold face and didn't give him a chance to refute.

"Okay." Huang Xuan reluctantly accepted.

Wan Qian also leaned on her face and calmed down to watch. Now she understood why Ji Yun was embarrassing Huang Xuan.

This man is a little too humble.

It seemed that they were humbled to the ground, even worse than the actor they met on the first day.

The innate condition of this line is not to be stage fright.

If he faces Ji Yun's difficulties, he will be stage fright, how will he face the director's challenges in the future?
Huang Xuan closed his eyes and opened them again, already in a strong state.

Ji Yun's eyes lit up. Huang Xuan must have put in a lot of effort and entered the role very quickly.

He squatted on the ground and looked up at Ji Yun with a calm face, as if the other party had become a horse widow in the play.

"Pfft!"

Huang Xuan knelt on the ground with a bang, and his knees hit the floor with a violent explosion.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Holding his hands empty, his teeth were constantly tearing in his palms.

All the pain poured into my heart in an instant, and tears fell from my eyes in an instant.

Coughing, sobbing, his lines have become slurred, but his emotions are still full.

"The baby has no faults."

The begging made his vocal cords tremble slightly, and he looked at the widow horse helplessly, trying to change her mind a little.

I am rotten, I have no future.

"The baby has no faults. I will come"

Please let my child live well.

He balled up in pain and curled up together.

Secretary Xiaoying's empathy ability is relatively strong, watching Huang Xuan's hard-working performance, tears are streaming down her face at this time.

Just a 5-minute clip made Huang Xuan think about it non-stop for three days.

Huang Xuan stood up, wiped away the tears on his face, looked at Ji Yun expectantly, and waited for his evaluation.

Ji Yun turned around and returned to his seat, and said to Wan Qian, "Please evaluate first."

Wan Qian nodded: "The performance was good."

Huang Xuan pursed his lips and laughed, he finally got a glimmer of affirmation.

"But the performance lacks a sense of hierarchy, but this is also understandable, after all, you don't have much acting experience."

Wan Qian paused, "You should have read a lot of books on acting, right?"

"I've read some." When it comes to the amount of reading, Huang Xuan finally became confident.

"But there is no good teacher to correct you, so you have a lot of problems that you can't figure out. Your performance is a bit blunt, like looking for the theory in the book one by one in front of Ji Yun's performance. Reasonably explain Ji Yun's performance and then imitate it."

Huang Xuan was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Wan Qian to read it so thoroughly, it was absolutely perfect.

"Yes."

"Your biggest problem is that you only performed this part, and you haven't settled down in the previous stories, and you lack some emotional progression."

Wan Qian rarely said so much, but Huang Xuan's performance just now really made his eyes shine.

"It may be more written when I say this. Emotional progression refers to the step-by-step realization of 0, 100, 1, 2, 3 from 4 to 5 in a performance. It's like the bottom of a hot pot, from not spicy to slightly spicy. Spicy, then moderately spicy, then spicy, step by step."

A true word is passed on, and a thousand volumes of books are falsely passed on.

What Wan Qian said was very straightforward. If Huang Xuan didn't understand, he would be sorry for working so hard for so long.

"I understand, thank you teacher." Huang Xuan bowed deeply.

He has been walking alone on the road of interpretation, and there are very few people who can give him advice. Wan Qian's advice made him suddenly enlightened, and some previous confusions were also readily resolved.

Even if he doesn't succeed today, it will be a baptism for his future performances.

"Overall, you're doing pretty well."

After finishing speaking, she turned sideways and looked at Ji Yun.

Ji Yun pondered for a long while, his brows furrowed, and Huang Xuan's heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

"Do you know the shrimps painted by Master Qi Baishi?"

Ji Yun didn't make a direct comment, but instead asked Huang Xuan a puzzled question.

"I know." Although Huang Xuan didn't know what he meant, he nodded honestly.

"How many legs does the shrimp he drew have?"

"Ah?" Huang Xuan was taken aback, and retrieved this message from his memory, it wasn't ten messages anyway: "Seven or eight messages?"

"Five." Ji Yun didn't bother to worry about whether he knew the reason for this, and explained to him directly: "The first reason is because five legs look good."

"So that's it." Huang Xuan instantly understood what was going on.

Ji Yun was dissatisfied with imitating him.

Shrimp with ten legs is real, but it's not the best looking, so you can't learn everything.

"What about the second reason?" Wan Qian raised her head and asked.

She really wanted to pry Ji Yun's head open, because she couldn't memorize the lines, so she was greedy early in the morning, but she couldn't forget these stupid things.

"Let's not talk about the second reason."

Wan Qian pursed her lips, because he deserved a beating the most when he was showing off.

The second reason is that Ji Yun can't say it because he doesn't understand.

Master Qi Baishi said that the value of art is between similarity and non-likeness, too much likeness is flattering, and not likeness is deceiving the world.

If you say this to Huang Xuanyi, it's like telling someone who has just practiced swords that he has no sword in his hand and he has a sword in his heart, he will definitely go crazy.

"I can only give you 60 points for your performance."

Huang Xuan was a little frustrated, which was far from his own evaluation.

"Go back and wait for the news."

One sentence is tantamount to directly declaring failure, and Huang Xuan's face suddenly turned gray.

He tried to squeeze out a smile: "Thank you teacher."

Seeing Huang Xuan turn around and leave, Wan Qian immediately asked: "He's doing a good job, why don't you want him?"

Ji Yun smiled: "I will definitely sign him, but I have to let the audience react."

(End of this chapter)