I, ET, mixed entertainment circle

The plot of the original novel of "Running All the Way" is interesting and complicated. It uses complicated little characters as clues to advance in multiple lines. Through coincidences, contradictions, grass snakes and gray lines, it travels thousands of miles, and uses accidental inevitable collisions and intertwining to advance the plot. Twisted into a rope around the protagonist's neck... Gabang!

It was as if the heavy ink on the face of a clown, after a violent storm, the thick color was washed away into a terrifying evil ghost makeup, leaving only dirt and harsh laughter.

The author of the original novel has been famous for a long time, and he is a thief if he is old and not dead. His skin is tough and thick, which is more than talent.

He dared to use black and humorous ridicule to make the ending. Lao Qiu's courage is not so deformed. He would not dare to use such a plot to win with the destruction of the protagonist and the perverted villain. By the way, he will also satirize the "system" ending I came to test whether the guillotine of Guangdian Dangju is good or bad, and I don't want to shout sadly at the audience who are stunned and yelling: "Your audience is not good, you don't understand me!"

Lao Qiu is the kind of old Wenqing who bravely forges ahead on the road of commercial films, but still does not forget his original aspirations. From time to time, he conceals a bit of artistic atmosphere in his works and sells some private goods.Fortunately, he has always been able to ruthlessly suppress his occasionally too flourishing cultural youth, and try to find a balance between business and art to win a win-win situation in the market and word of mouth.

His achievements over the past few years have also proved that he has done quite well.

For actors, Lao Qiu's requirements are very strict, you can even say that they are harsh, why do they take the place of a substitute, cut out pictures and pinch their faces, and only read 123 on the spot, there is no need to talk about it in front of the old man.

Lao Qiu very much appreciates what Ian Lee, a famous American Chinese director, said: "Emotions cannot be performed. You can never perform happiness, sadness or fear, but 'action' and 'subtext'."①

It is necessary to use muscles, limbs, and the whole body to express emotions, instead of "acting out" various necessary emotions.

There is no such thing as a natural "player" with this talent.

The next best thing is that as long as it is a good seedling, talented and willing to learn, the old man is very good as a teacher, whether it is on the shooting scene or during the rest period, he can stare at people and babble and make people want to die , until it is reborn and finally becomes a master.

According to Lao Qiu, this is the real stone that has been ground into jade—a tool!

Of course, there are also those who fail, and most of them are discolored by the "hate", wishing to walk around the old man within a radius of three kilometers.

In the circle, there are not many "jades" that he can fall in love with, and he has worked hard to "polish", and any one of them is now a shining, well-known big star or big name in the circle.

Such as Huang Han and Ma Chaojie.

Although when I was pondered by the old man at the beginning, I wished I could poke my eardrums, so as not to be tortured by the old enemy, but I really survived and saw a new vast world, only to realize that a good teacher is so rare and so precious.

The precious experience and practices gained through wind and rain in the past few decades have completely lost their effectiveness in front of a certain monster-level newcomer "actor".

Lao Qiu looked at the monitor solemnly, with a row of capitalized ellipses in his heart.

Emotion is the ultimate in acting. The purpose of all movements and expressions is to express emotions, which in turn affects movie viewers, allowing them to immerse and substitute consciously or unconsciously.

However, in Yang ET, who swallows "emotional energy" and can feed back emotions, emotional infection is instinctive.

The director said "Start!"

His emotions "come out in full force", full like a pouring shower, accompanied by a strong wind, making the person facing him like a lonely traveler in a cold and rainy night, even with a broken umbrella, it is useless. I could only helplessly be soaked by his emotions until I was drowned and unable to breathe!

Yang Qibei stared at "Scarhead", one of the protagonists of "The Thief" played by Huang Han, and smiled, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, hissing, and the words contained venom, but there was a sweet fragrance of temptation: " …So, why not try? You have nothing to lose anyway, just a little bit of dignity, oh, maybe a little bit of loyalty to throw away? That’s a lovely word.”

His eyes lowered slightly, as if whispering to his lover under the moonlight, saying that the moonlight tonight is so beautiful.

The turbulent emotions slapped at the other party, causing "Scarhead" to sweat profusely, with blue veins bursting out. He stared at the bull's eyes and struggled to shout: "You, don't talk nonsense, what are you talking nonsense? Shut up!" Zui, I, I, I won’t do such a shameless thing. We still have hope, hope! Old Qingzi doesn’t know that we stole this car! He doesn’t know! He doesn’t know!”

Huang Han completely assumed the role of "Scarhead" and was infected by the words of "Prisoner".

His eyes were angry and flustered, and his strong arms trembled slightly. He picked up a wrench and slammed it hard on the steel fence that imprisoned the "prisoner", making a loud "Boom!" as the end of the topic.

The "prisoner" quietly hid his face in the shadows again, and sneered softly: "Hope? Ha! Hope is a dangerous thing, hope can drive people crazy.②"

……

After a long time, he couldn't help holding his breath for a long time, and Lao Qiu, who was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage, thought of taking a breath.

He yelled: "Stop!... It's over."

This rough voice broke the strange spell, and a group of staff seemed to be released collectively from the evil magic of the "prisoner".

"Oh my God!"

"Evil door, the evil door of Zhen Te Niang. This, if this acting skill is too scary!"

"If you want me to say this is completely natural release..."

"Play it for me, I'm afraid you won't even know how to fart!"

The staff couldn't help but change their expressions, and they talked a lot. Finally, because of Mr. Dayang's tough backstage and his entourage, they only dared to whisper in private.

"Great! Perfect!"

The blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner assistant rushed up and handed the warm water to Boss Yang, the "martial arts master" who came out from behind the cage. While winking, he whispered in his ear: "Boss, Boss! Is this the application of internal strength and external release?" ? Is it the 'Soul Shifting Dafa' or the magical power of the Xingxiu Sect?"

Yang Qibei glanced at the excited little golden retriever: "Stop reading martial arts novels! It's too unscientific. Also, don't call me the boss, people will misunderstand me as a 'triad' and call me Dayang."

He, a very unscientific "internal strength master", obviously couldn't convince the superstitious martial arts superstitious Wai Guoren when he said such words.

Mitte drooped his ears in disappointment: "Okay, Dayang."

If he didn't really love "Kung Fu", why would he, a "former" hacker who was on the top ten of the FBI's most wanted list for cybercriminals, give up the good job at Boss Yu with a bright future and good salary? As an assistant for a new Chinese actor?

Huang Han took the dry towel handed over by his brother, vigorously wiped his sweaty hair, then simply wrapped the towel around his neck, and squatted down without saying a word.

"Ouch, is this... the loss of being dumb?"

With a fat belly, Ma Chaojie squatted down with him with difficulty, took out two cigarettes, handed one over, lit it himself, and smoked happily.

Huang Han snatched the cigarette viciously, puffed out the cloud for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Fuck! I underestimated him."

In this scene, the "prisoner" was imprisoned in the prison car by the police. By accident, "Scarhead" and "Fat San" were robbed. At one time, they separated the two, and tried to seduce "Scarhead" with the so-called "treasure".

Although it was unsuccessful, a thorn was pierced in the heart of "Scarhead".

A short scene between the two of them is not too difficult. It was originally used by Lao Qiu to let "Da Yang" try out the sense of the camera and practice coordination with the protagonists. No, it should be said that Dayang didn't even show any expression, and when he got serious, bang!exploded.

Although the performance of "Scarhead" is very good, there is no lack of lines and expressions, but Huang Han knows that he played "Crash" in this scene.It's not that the acting was screwed up, nor was it overwhelmed by a rookie, but that he was completely drawn into the "real" environment by the other party's emotions and expressions, and regarded himself as a fool who was provoked by temptation.

He is angry, he hesitates, he struggles in his heart to resist betrayal, and that is all him—"Scarhead".

He completely forgot the existence of "Huang Han".

From the perspective of filming, maybe this scene was very exciting and successful, and the performances of both sides were extremely good and very contagious, but Huang Han couldn't lie to himself, he lost.

Damn, you always bring your opponents into the "realm" by yourself, why did you let a newcomer lead the way so suddenly?

Even if others can't see it, how can you not understand it?

Huang Han sucked hard, threw the cigarette butt away, ground it on the soles of his feet, and gritted his teeth fiercely: "This is me underestimating the enemy! Dayang, right? Look, I'll let him know that being an actor is not so easy. "

Ma Chaojie chuckled, threw away his cigarette too, supported the old man with a face as black as charcoal, stood up straight with his chubby body, and shook his head.

Lao Qiu tossed and turned, watching and watching the scene just now, his presbyopic eyes almost narrowed, and he really couldn't hold back the doubt in his heart, so he roared loudly.

Yang Qibei who was sitting on the sidelines immediately got up and walked quickly to the old man.

Yang ET has always respected dedicated professionals, no matter what breed or level of civilization he is.

"...How did you do it?" The old man took off his reading glasses and stared at him.

"What?" Yang Qibei blinked, not quite understanding the question.

Director Qiu grinned at the shot.

The monitor is displaying an over-the-shoulder close-up shot, the camera is over the shoulder of the "Scarhead" who is facing away from it, and is facing the "prisoner" directly. The out-of-focus fuzzy black back of "Scarhead" occupies nearly a third of the frame , the dim yellow roof light is used as the main light, casting the shadow of the fence on the "prisoner"'s head, against the backlight and side light, intertwining a layer of haze on his face.

The "prisoner" is speaking his lines, and the confrontation of just a few words, from calm, a little curious, to silent temptation, smiling and sighing, the disappointment on the surface, the hideousness hidden in the heart, layer after layer, Like peeling a hot onion overflowing with juice, the performance is extremely natural and hearty, and the transitions are clearly like lines but there is no trace of chiseling.

It's daunting.

This is no longer just an excellent performance that can be explained by the word "talent", but... shocking.

"You mean acting?" Yang Qibei was stunned, thought for a while, and explained: "Practice makes perfect."

Looking at Lao Qiu's mouth that was about to twist for a moment, he quickly added: "I mean, I am very concerned about this movie. I have done a lot of pre-preparation and practice for the role in private. It is not Said I was such a perverted villain in my own life."

The research on human micro-expressions has made Yang ET more and more able to understand the subtext behind human language.

Still, his performances are really just practice makes perfect.

There are only forty or so muscles in the human face, even if they are arranged and combined, there are nearly ten thousand effective expressions.

In order to escape, he even had to possess the "jelly" slime race that is similar to the human fantasy on earth. He wanted to perform expressions on that slippery "texture", and the performance was real... In comparison , the difficulty of playing a perverted human being is as easy as pie.

In the past, the "performance" failed, and the result was only one word - "death"; now the performance failed, but the director said "NG". If he can't even play a human being, he might as well possess a lower arthropod , Forget about this life.

Lao Chou stared at Yang Qibei's sincere face with dazed eyes, and he didn't know whether he believed his "ghost" words or not.

After a while, he frowned again, pointed to the slightly distorted waist of the "prisoner" on the screen and asked, "Then what's going on?"