Movie Master

The midnight highway in Los Angeles can’t be said to be lively, but it can’t be called deserted either. From time to time, there will be some cars rushing by, and the roaring engine sound makes the silence after the noise even more profound. Standing in every corner of the road, the trailer in the center seemed to be in a vacuum, and almost no one was standing there.

Lance stepped on the cold moonlight, one step at a time, and walked steadily towards the direction of the trailer. Almost the entire crew's eyes were cast on Lance, who was moving slowly following his steps. Not normal, when there were still fifteen steps away from the trailer, Terence's figure circled around from behind the trailer and walked over in big strides.

Lance thought for a while, stopped, and stood there waiting for Terence.

He had vented his inner emotions heartily just now, and it could almost be said that he didn't save Tom any face. Now it was his turn to bear Tom's anger—and it was always the agent who played the black face. It's a fair deal.

Terence went straight to a position one step away from Lance, and stopped. At this time, Terence had recovered his composure, and his straight suit was tidy again. He didn't see the messy look just now, and he pulled the corner of his mouth. , said with a sinking face, Dear Mr. Strelo! The mocking tone hardly concealed, You better be good enough to make Steven Spielberg willing to kneel down Sing praises to you, otherwise, after the Oscars end next year, it will be your death.

Terrence suddenly paused, raised his right hand, swayed his index finger in the air, and the arc of his mouth followed the movement of his index finger, No, you don't need to wait for the Oscars, when the movie is released, You can receive judgment.

The icy threat passed through Lance's skin surface without any hindrance, invading his blood bit by bit, and he could almost feel the sharp blade on his neck, as if it only needed Terrence's light touch Pulling his hand, he could kill Lance's life, like crushing an ant.

However, instead of feeling scared, Lance calmed down and heaved a sigh of relief. Because, Lance knew that although Terence's threat was very serious, it also meant one thing: Tom did not leave, not only did he not leave, but he also compromised.

Although before the filming started, Tom had already nodded twice and agreed to fully cooperate with the crew's scheduling - the first time was Lance, and the second time was Cole; but until today, Tom really put his pride and self-esteem They were all put down - of course not voluntarily, they were swept to the ground unreasonably by Lance, which also meant that Tom was able to put down his body and fully cooperate.

It is still impossible to know how things will develop. After all, it is definitely not an easy task to let Tom get rid of the idol burden and get out of the comfort zone. But at least Lance has won the initiative.

In this wild dance on the tip of a knife, walking on a high-altitude rope, and sprinting among thorns and flames, Lance has passed the most important threshold! His gamble paid off.

Therefore, Lance did not intend to confront Terence head-on at this time. He slightly lowered his eyelids to block the light in his eyes, but his gaze was directly facing Terence—he did not resist, which did not mean He will show weakness. Lance stood there like this, welcoming Terence's torrential rain with open arms.

I can destroy you easily. Terence said softly, but before the words could be picked up, the sharpness in the depths of his eyes hit Lance like a torrential rain, And, I won't let you easily Destruction, but disappearing little by little, like a mermaid turning into a bubble, a little bubble, a little... and then a little... floating in the air, slow and long, as if it will never end.

Lance believes that if the Creative Artists Agency joins forces with Tom Cruise, it has such an ability. As for whether Terrence has such abilities...Lance is a kind person, and he will not pop those wonderful fantasy bubbles.

Without Lance's response, Terrence seemed a little uninterested, put away his expression, and twitched the corner of his mouth in disdain, But now, we need you to work, devote yourself to the work, 100% without reservation. So, you shouldn't delay the crew's time any longer, there are not a few hours left until today's closing time.

Terrence raised his right hand, pointed to the watch on his wrist, and then took another step. In just one step, Terrence not only didn't change direction, but also didn't pull back. He slammed into Lance's shoulder with his shoulder, knocking away all obstacles like a football player, and Lance was hit. He had to take several steps back in a row, and then watched Terrence strode towards the location of the RV.

The right shoulder started to ache again, and tonight was hit twice in a short period of time, and it seemed that even the bones began to whine.

Lance didn't raise his hand to rub his right shoulder, but just withdrew his gaze from Terence, turned around and continued walking towards the trailer.

Walking into the trailer, one can see Tom standing not far behind the monitor, looking down at the script; and Percy, Albert and Hayden standing in the corner on the right. Seeing Lance appear, Percy and the others cast their gazes, their eyes full of worry. Although the filming process of the previous two films also experienced many ups and downs, this time is obviously different. Lance cast a calm look at the three people, indicating that they can leave first.

Percy and Albert still hesitated, but in the end Hayden took the lead, and the three of them left the trailer one after another, leaving only Lance and Tom on the platform.

Lance walked to the back of the monitor and started to play back the scene again, the voice of the lines and dialogues shuttled through the cold air. Even though it is still midsummer, late at night people can still feel the skin-piercing cold, and the suffocating silence makes large areas of goose bumps appear on the surface of the skin on the back.

You're a bastard, you know. Tom's voice came over the wind.

I know. Lance didn't look back, but just shrugged nonchalantly.

There was another silence, and Tom spoke again, You can tell me how I should do it, but not that way.

Lance turned his head and looked at where Tom was, and then the two people's eyes met. Lance smiled slightly and raised his eyebrows slightly, But only this way works, doesn't it?

I don't like it. Tom smiled wryly, then shook his head, To be precise, I hate it.

But it works. Lance's words remained calm.

Tom couldn't help being stunned, his smile stiffened for a while, and finally turned into helplessness, You are indeed a bastard.

Lance pursed his lips, noncommittal, and turned his head to look at the monitor again. Tom took a deep breath and walked behind the monitor with the script, So, tell me, was my performance really that bad?

Lance nodded relentlessly, which made Tom suffocate, but Lance didn't look back at all, as if he didn't see Tom's emotional changes, but pointed to the monitor screen, Look, you have such performance habits... Lance gestured to Tom's small mouth movements, This way is okay, if you chew toothpicks, or tobacco, you can show the charm of male characters, but more often , When you perform such detailed movements, you show a kind of handsomeness, especially your eyes will start to fluctuate, and you will be inadvertently discharged.

Tom didn't pay attention to it at first, but after Lance said this, after reading it twice, his face froze, Also, every time you show the character's inner chaos and restlessness, you always get used to it. You keep turning your head, moving your gaze, and even adjusting your sitting posture and body movements if necessary...

Isn't that okay? Tom frowned.

Okay, but it depends on the character. Lance said quickly, If it's a fledgling college student, if it's a violent alcoholic, if it's an uneducated prostitute... Then Lance pointed Pointing to the figure sitting in the driver's seat on the monitor screen, If it's a taxi driver who makes a living... Tom followed Lance's line of sight and suddenly noticed something unusual - he and Lance's performance was in In the same rhythm, this looks really weird. Even a layman who has no knowledge of acting knows that this scene is not right. As for what is wrong, this is professional knowledge.

But if it's Vincent, not only will he not show his inner agitation, on the contrary, he needs to cover it up, because he is a killer, and he cannot be seen as flustered by others. Therefore, his panic will be more through the eyebrows, When the details such as eyes are conveyed, you can use the advantages of lighting to express this inner surge; or, you can clenched the innermost gums to tighten the jaw line in this way to show emotions The tension... Lance's words made Tom's eyes light up. In fact, these performances are considered basic skills. It is impossible for Tom not to know, but he has never found the right rhythm and the way that suits him.

Lance turned his head and looked deeply at Tom, You know, this means that you have to break the pattern you are used to and enter a different state. Only in this way can your acting skills be reborn.

Tom didn't avoid Lance's gaze this time, and nodded slightly, Then attack Oscar. In fact, Lance mentioned these words when they first met, but Tom didn't really understand it until now. the meaning of.

Lance closed his jaw, and a bright light flashed in his eyes, That's our goal. The light in Lance's mind suddenly flashed, and he said, Before we start shooting again, I hope you can Observe the whole shooting process carefully, feel the rhythm of the performance, and find the method that suits you.

Observation? Tom didn't seem to understand this sentence very well.

The corner of Lance's mouth hooked slightly, Let me demonstrate.