"Behind the comedy is tragedy, first of all, we must explore and understand the development structure of the whole story from the character script, the lines of the characters and opponents, and their own lines, connect these together, as well as the development and plot of the story, and accurately grasp the general direction and main tone, and then find the feeling of the characters in this framework, and also understand the dynamics of the characters' bodies......"

This is what He Xin was taught in books when he was in school in Chinese opera.

Comedy can be broadly divided into black comedy, light comedy, costume comedy, and absurd comedy. "Piano of Steel" is not strictly a comedy, and if it is said to be a comedy of the absurd, it can only be said to be somewhere between a black comedy and an absurd comedy, or both.

Of course, there are many kinds of comedians, such as Uncle Ge's cold humor, Zhou Xingchi's nonsensical, Uncle Benshan's migrant worker imitation show, etc., including Shen Teng, who was very popular in later generations, more or less with a nonsensical performance style.

And He Xin himself summed up, whether it is a comedy or a drama, although the performance styles are diverse, don't talk about the comedian's heart is lonely or something, as the so-called ever-changing is inseparable, that is, you have to substitute into the character, as long as you regard yourself as a character in the play, whether the character is a comedy character or a drama character, the character can naturally be established.

As for the character of Chen Guilin, He Xin feels very similar to himself in his previous life, state-owned enterprises have closed down and can only fend for themselves, struggling at the bottom of society. The only difference with Chen Guilin is that his wife is not good-looking and will not run away with people. At the same time, he can be regarded as lucky, the progress of society, and finally the subsistence allowance and medical insurance, at least luckier than Chen Guilin in this era.

So the character has to be serious. He is serious about the small band of the grass stage group because this is his profession to make a living, he is serious about his friends because he needs the help of his friends, and he is also serious about making a steel piano because he hopes to keep his daughter.

He felt that as long as he grasped the character trait of seriousness, half of the character was established, and the rest was the technical play.

"Okay, everyone, get ready!"

After some walking practice, I even made some small signs on the uneven ground, such as putting a piece of hay and marking it with a small stone.

At this time, the sky was dripping with light rain, which was just in line with the situation, so hurry up and start shooting.

“Action！”

The teacher in charge of the conductor waved off camera, and a small band, each wearing a black plastic garbage bag and acting as a temporary raincoat, began to play the classic Russian folk song "Three Sets of Cars".

It was very inconvenient for He Xin to play the accordion in a garbage bag, and he could only play half of the accordion, but he still tried to maintain it, and the tune he pulled out tried to keep up with the rhythm of the band, because it was work, and he couldn't smash the sign, and at the same time he had to try to avoid the accordion getting rainy, because it was his eating guy.

This is a medium-shot long shot, framing the entire band in the shot, and then the camera slowly zooms in to a close-up of He Xin, who is standing on the side and struggling to play the accordion, only to see him frowning slightly, his expression is sad, as if the whole person is immersed in sad music.

After the prelude, the song sounds:

"Ice and snow cover the Volga, and there are three sets of cars running on the glacier. Someone was singing a melancholy song, singing about the man who was driving the car......"

Bel canto vocals of a soprano.

As the song sounded, the camera lens set up seven or eight meters away was recycled, and began to move slowly along the track, and Cheng Hao, who was wearing a black coat and a sky blue performance costume, was holding a black umbrella in one hand and holding a microphone in the other hand and singing affectionately.

The camera stops, first a medium shot, and then the camera zooms in to give a close-up of Cheng Hao's singing, although her makeup looks a little exaggerated, but with the sad music, Cheng Hao sings very devotedly.

In a close-up that lasts for two seconds, the camera retracts, and the surrounding environment begins to slowly unfold, with fallen dead grass, bare branches, and old and dilapidated walls, behind which three huge cooling towers are constantly releasing white smoke in the distance......

Long shots in long shots, freeze frames.

The band, the singing, and the surrounding environment form a strong contrast.

"Look at that poor old horse, accompany me all over the world......"

Just as the song reached its climax with the music, suddenly the voiceover sounded: "Stop, stop, stop......"

The voiceover is Zhang Meng's father, Zhang Huizhong, who guides the second generation, and his parents are indispensable to help him get on the horse and give him a ride. Just like Jiang Qinqin's ex-boyfriend Li David, including Chen Dadao, this was the case back then.

Of course, compared with David Li's mother and Chen Dadao's father, Zhang Meng's father Zhang Huizhong, although he looks dignified, his level and reputation are much worse. However, the old man is more experienced, he is both a consultant and an assistant director in the crew, and he is also a live producer and group performer, which can be described as multi-talented.

With the voiceover, the camera quickly panned to the middle shot, and He Xin, who was playing with an intoxicated face, was interrupted by the voiceover, and quickly stopped, while shouting at his small band: "Stop, stop, stop!"

He Xin hurriedly stepped forward and nodded, "What's the matter, brother!"

At this time, Cheng Hao, who looked like a singer just now, entered the mirror in a panic with an umbrella, and hurriedly helped He Xin, who was hunched and confused, to hold the umbrella, although she was wearing a coat, the exposed bare arms still made her tremble, and at the same time looked to the side in a daze.

"This song sounds too painful!" "Outside the camera, Lao Zhang is helping to play.

In the medium shot, the crooked melons and cracked dates of the small band are all lying around, stomping their feet and hands, no way, the weather is too cold, and they are all frozen enough to choke on the rain.

He Xin hurriedly explained: "No, brother, Russian funerals generally blow this, and the theme is to show pain and sorrow!"

As the leader of a small band, he is also serious about making music.

"That's not good, how heavy the old man's steps are when he listens to this song!"

"Huh? yes, yes......"

He Xin nodded busily, the small band had a difficult survival, and the customer came first, but he still wanted to say a few words.

But Cheng Hao, who was beside him, hurriedly looked at him and pulled him, and shouted at Lao Zhang Te outside the camera: "Okay, okay, I know!"

A mouthful of big ballast taste, listening to the authentic taste.

She hurriedly said to He Xin again: "What, tell the old man to speed up his pace!"

He Xin turned around, still a little confused: "Why are you walking so fast?"

"You don't care where she goes!"

Cheng Hao muttered in a low voice, and hurriedly walked to the side, if she stopped singing, she would be fine. It's just that this wasteland is full of potholes, and it's not easy for her to walk in high heels.

At this time, He Xin had to turn around and shout at his little band: "Come on, let's have a backgammon, drop B!"

The shivering brothers hurriedly picked up their respective things, this time he replaced the conductor, bent down slightly, leaned forward with one foot, toe up, and put on a bewitching posture, one hand was responsible for the accordion on the chest, and the other hand was beating: "One, two, three, go!"

As soon as the words fell, the cheerful backgammon tune sounded, and Cheng Hao, who was standing on the side, took advantage of the umbrella and began to shake his body with the music.

He didn't forget to look back at the beat, as if asking for advice, then nodded again and again, and then joined the small band to the rhythm of the music.

Cheng Hao, who was holding an umbrella next to him and his body was shaking with the music, quickly leaned out and stretched out his arms to help hold the umbrella for him.

There are several meanings of the plot here, the band's performance is at a funeral scene, He Xin is the head of this small band, and finally Cheng Hao, who sings, has an unusual relationship with him.

With the cheerful backgammon tune, the camera began to move slowly sideways again, and then there was the mourning shed, holding an umbrella standing outside the mourning shed, a big inscription in the mourning shed, paper people and paper horses on the left and right, virtuous sons and grandsons kneeling in linen and filial piety, brazier burning paper money.

Outside the shed, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child in thin clothes, already soaked in rain, with his yellow coat clinging to his body, was performing a fire-breathing performance, and then a juggling of broken glass bottles......

The back shot is not important, this six-minute-long shot to the end is mainly the front band scene. Mr. He's performance was impeccable, Cheng Hao's singing was good, and his cooperation was good, but the other trumpeters in the band looked a little dull.

Zhang Meng, who was sitting in the tent staring at the surveillance screen, sighed with some regret, picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Stop!"

No way, this is a one-shot shot, no, you have to start again.

The camera is to be rearranged and everything is to be restored to the starting state.

"Hurry up and stay in the tent for a while. ”

Two tents were specially set up next to it for stacking equipment, and as soon as Zhang Meng shouted to stop, He Xin hurriedly asked Cheng Hao, who was shivering from the cold, to go in to take shelter from the rain.

"What about you?"

"I'm fine. ”

He Xin took off the accordion on his chest, pulled down the garbage bag, quickly put on the military coat sent by Shen Ming, and looked at the simple tent with the monitor over there, and saw Zhang Meng and his old man still pointing while watching the replay.

"I'll take a look!"

The director shouted to stop, and then signaled to start again, but he didn't say what the problem was.

When I walked over, I saw the child who was juggling in front of the funeral shed just now, wearing a single coat, drenched and soaking wet, and still gesturing in the drizzle.

He looked a little unbearable, and shouted, "Hey, kid, aren't you cold?

"It's okay, it's okay, Mr. He, I'm not cold. The child patted his chest and swaggered.

This kid is said to have been found in a local folk acrobatic troupe, don't look at his age, in addition to being able to breathe fire, he has also practiced iron head skills, more than a dozen beer glass bottles smashed on the door of the head, nothing at all.

At this time, the middle-aged class owner who came with the child also walked over with a smile and nodded at him and said, "Yo, thank you Teacher He, don't worry, what we pay attention to is summer practice Sanfu, winter practice Sanjiu, even if it is a cold winter, it's okay to be shirtless, today this is just a small meaning." ”

As he spoke, he took out a small wine jug from the pocket of the thick down jacket he was wearing and handed it over, and the child smiled and took it, took a sip, and suddenly became alive again.

He Xin looked speechless, this child looked thirteen or fourteen years old at most, and he didn't know if he had gone to school......

He shook his head and turned and walked into the tent.

"How's it going, what's wrong?"

Zhang Meng raised his head and said a little embarrassed: "Teacher He, you and Teacher Cheng are fine, but the band is a little dull." I'll do it all over again, and I'll take care of it in a moment. ”

As he spoke, he quickly got up and gave up his position: "Teacher He, take a look." ”

This scene is more important, and at the same time, it also has a strong black humor color. And it's also a complicated one-shot long shot, he really wants to see how the effect is, and he is not polite at the moment, and just sits down to watch the playback.

I have to say that the design of this shot is very innovative, at the beginning of the medium shot long shot to shoot the band's performance, and only began to move sideways when Cheng Hao's singing sounded, first the middle shot, then the close-up shot, and finally a long shot from a long distance, wrapping the surrounding environment and the cooling tower with white smoke.

The dialogue with the voiceover, one question and one answer, Cheng Hao cooperated by the side. Overall, he is satisfied with his performance and that of Cheng Hao.

At this time, the picture paused, Zhang Meng pointed to the picture of the band's crooked trumpeters stomping their feet and hands after the music stopped: "This is very good, it looks very natural, but it ......"

The picture was played again, when the welcome tune of backgammon sounded, He novice danced and beat the beat, and Cheng Hao's head and body shaking while holding an umbrella for him were very vivid, but in stark contrast to them, the trumpeters were the same demeanor as when they played "Three Sets of Cars" before, and the picture was out of balance.

"It's here, it's too dull, it's too blunt, there's no way, you have to start all over again. Zhang Meng pointed to the picture and said.

He Xin looked at it from beginning to end, and made sure that there was nothing wrong with it except for the trumpeter, so he stood up and said, "Cheng, then do it again." ”

As he spoke, he muttered: "I'll change the way of acting, if it's not suitable, you can stop at any time, and I'll adjust it again." ”

Zhang Meng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly said: "No problem, of course this is good." ”

Coming out of the tent, Zhang Meng ran over to talk to the trumpeters, He Xin turned into the tent next door, although it was a place to stack equipment, but he still cleaned up a piece of land with Cheng Hao in a sheltered place, put two canvas chairs, and actually put a heater at his feet.

Seeing He Xin coming in, Wang Xiaohong, the little assistant sitting next to him, hurriedly stood up and gave up his seat.

"Brother, you sit. ”

"It's okay, you can sit, I'll just stand. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the little sun next to him and reminded, "Be careful, there is still film here, in case of fire, it is not a trivial matter." ”

Cheng Hao, who was holding the electric hot water bottle in his hand, said, "It's okay, Xiaohong is staring." Hey, what's the problem?"

"We're fine, it's just that the trumpeters who play together are a little unnatural, and we'll have to rehearse it twice after a while. Oh yes, when the second one comes in a while, let's plan B, ang!"

"Okay!"

This is the advantage of the two of them playing against each other, and when the two prepared from the beginning, they designed multiple sets of plans for the two of them, and they absolutely cooperated tacitly.

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