I just want to be an actor

Chapter 172
"good boy."

Kenneth smiled and applauded after Zhou Sen finished shooting this scene.

The time of this shot is not too long, but the result Kenneth wants has a high standard.

Because this scene of Zhou Sen walking alone on the street will be completely presented on the screen.

And the walking scene that Zhou Sen wants to shoot is not the only one.

Afterwards, Zhou Sen probably needs to walk this road four or five times, and each time he feels a little different.

Or the original statement, he must be in this state, through his various subtle movements and expression adjustments, to make the audience feel that delicate emotion.

Just like Kenneth said.

From the very beginning of this movie, people feel that he is tailor-made for Zhou Sen.

That kind of delicacy and restraint, that kind of long-term convergence and explosion of emotions are what Zhou Sen is best at.

Therefore, "Manchester by the Sea", the dream world constructed in Zhou Sen's dream, is extremely real and clear. Those memories, those past, and those pains, like the iron anchors that fell off the ship, sank in his heart. Deep sea of ​​pain.

Zhou Sen's state was not without reason.

It was Lee Chandler's memory, that feeling, that made him fall into that state now.

But Zhou Sen had no intention of getting out of that state.

He knew he was in the game.

But since you are filming, isn't it a good state to be in the scene?

Of course, this is also because Lee Chandler's state of entering the play is not as psychedelic and dreamlike as Cheng Dieyi, but more like a deadly calm and cold.

Zhou Sen could only feel a sense of suffocation and suffocation in his heart surrounded by a plastic film.

He entered the winter of his life.

He didn't know how long this cold winter would be.

Maybe when the cold winter is over and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, it is the time when my life comes to an end?

After Zhou Sen allowed himself to enter this state, he never thought about coming out in a short time.

Because of this emotion.

The more precipitation, the more unforgettable.

His every move has become more and more reasonable and fit the character itself.

Zhou Sen looked indifferently at everything that was busy in the crew, as if the real him was locked in his body, and the silent, expressionless him was just a lost person exiled to the outermost layer.

"It seems that you are completely in the mood."

Kenneth looked at Zhou Sen's appearance, and he also understood a little bit.

"I'm even more sure now that you can do it."

Kenneth reached out and patted Zhou Sen on the shoulder, but then he explained something in Zhou Sen's ear with a hidden voice, a voice that no one else could hear.

"For the next shoot, you don't have to be bound by the script, I believe in you, only you have this power."

"But don't lose yourself."

"Although this story is not as anti-human and crazy as the Joker and the Sinner, I don't think anyone can bear the pain of deathly loneliness and self-blame. We can do our best."

Michelle is not the only one who can see Zhou Sen's situation.

It's just that Zhou Sen's presence is more likely to bring back Michelle's memories. After all, they are two people who used to get along with her day and night.

"Ah."

Zhou Sen responded to Kenneth lightly through his nose.

This made Kenneth smile helplessly, and shrugged his shoulders. He could only call the assistant director and scene reporter to come over and continue the next shooting plan.

Zhou Sen followed the plan and walked this street more than a dozen times.

The state of each performance is a little different, and then Kenneth will choose the most suitable large clips to cut into the movie.

The adjustment of the set shifted very quickly.

I don’t know what Kenneth’s shooting style is. He seems to like to frequently switch between several preset scenes.

Some people think that this may easily destroy the actor's artistic conception.

But what Kenneth shoots today are basically fragmentary shots.

These shots are also Zhou Sen's one-man show alone, and then more one-off long shots will be used to show emotions and artistic conceptions.

The next scene to be filmed is Zhou Sen standing at the window, looking at the warm sun outside, silent.

It's the same as the picture of him walking on the street.

There is only one section, and the performance all depends on Zhou Sen.

According to the superficial character design, Lee Chandler should stand quietly in front of the window, looking at the beautiful warm sun outside the window, and weep silently.

At least that's what they would do if someone who had read the script acted in it.

But Zhou Sen didn't do that.

Or rather, the real Lee Chandler wouldn't be like that.

The camera focused on Zhou Sen's upper body and the clear glass window that let in the warm sun.

Zhou Sen stood quietly in front of the window.

He didn't cry, and he didn't laugh.

Even looking at such a warm and bright beautiful scenery, the expression on Zhou Sen's face did not ease in the slightest.

Still so much cold, still like an endless frosty winter.

The soft, warm light illuminated the glass pane extremely brightly, but this light could not illuminate Zhou Sen's face.

Facing the warm sun, my heart feels like death.

This extremely sharp sense of contrast made Zhou Sen's facial tension reach the extreme.

People outside the camera were waiting for tears to flow from Zhou Sen's eyes, to cover the darkness in his heart, to accept the comfort of this warm sun.

But caught off guard.

"Bang!"

Zhou Sen's nose flapped slightly, his left hand formed a fist, and before everyone could react, he hit the glass hard.

The clean and beautiful glass shattered like Zhou Sen's heart.

He didn't make a sound, but he subconsciously covered the edge of his left fist with his right hand.

Does it hurt?

It hurt, obviously.

But, does it hurt?

Zhou Sen's eyes were a little red, as if he had endured the pain for so long, and as he vented his emotions wantonly in this uninhabited land, it finally turned into the blush at the corners of his eyes.

But he still didn't cry out, nor did he shed tears.

Nuan Yang didn't give up and continue to reflect the warm light on his body because of his violent rise, but still embraced him gently and comforted him like a loving brother's arms, as if he had never done anything wrong .

"A stroke of genius."

Kenneth looked into the camera, Zhou Sen was venting his emotions.

It's as if a person is dancing solo in the land of no one, his feet are on the tip of the knife, there is no singing, and there is no light.

Although it is different from the description in the script.

But that's the real Lee Chandler, isn't it?

It was like when he was accidentally bumped into by someone in a bar, and when faced with the other person's "sorry", he first said "It's okay" from his body, and then threw a punch.

Tolerance is politeness, fist is repressed ego.

And in front of this window where no one is watching, his ego is released by this warm sun.

This is not a bad thing, he also needs to release the endless internal pressure.

(End of this chapter)