Impetuous and irritable. Lan Li scratched her hair vigorously, and then tried to unbutton the shirt, but then found that the top two buttons had already been unbuttoned, but she was still out of breath, this feeling was really terrible, the whole person was like a headless fly, rampage, but couldn't tell the direction, even if you wanted to vent, you couldn't find an outlet.

Since the beginning of the "Pacific War", in the blink of an eye, Lan Li has already filmed five works, which is really efficient. It's not experienced, but it's not a rookie either, but this time it's never been before.

When he returned to London during the filming of "Love Goes Crazy", his state was affected, and there was always a sense of detachment in the state of the performance, which required him to make more adjustments when he was engaged in the performance, but he always knew exactly what he was doing and where he was.

Later, when filming "Me Fighting Cancer", in the early stage, he obviously exerted too much force, but after calming down, he re-understood the role and adjusted the rhythm of the performance, and things got back on track. From beginning to end, his thinking was clear.

But this time it's different. He couldn't step on the rhythm of the performance, he couldn't find the performance state, and more importantly, he didn't know what he was doing, and there seemed to be a gap between the whole person and the character, and he couldn't build a bridge, which was definitely the first time in the world.

From an objective point of view, the performance just now was really good. The details, levels, depth, and force of the performance, every link is just right, not too exaggerated, and at the same time maintains the fullness of the whole emotion, showing all the pain and sadness, and the precise control is not the peak state, but it is indeed accurate in place.

From a technical point of view, such a show is sufficient. Tony and Lan Li have reached a consensus on this point, if this article is passed and directly used in the movie, it will be no problem, it is enough to make Tony satisfied.

But on the other hand, Tony vaguely felt that something was missing, but he couldn't say why. From the director's point of view, the emotions are sufficient, the performance is in place, and the rhythm is appropriate, this is all, his hesitation and hesitation are just self-questioning and self-difficulty in the pursuit of perfection. If you can do 100 points, why settle for 99 points?

Tony's idea was endorsed by Lan Li.

But Lan Li's perspective is completely different, for the actors, there is a little spark missing in this scene just now, and that little bit of chemistry is inaccurate to describe with words, show with actions, and outline with expressions, just a feeling, an ethereal feeling. It's like in the process of making art: it doesn't feel right. Everything was right, but it didn't feel right, so nothing was right.

For the character of Henry Barthes, for the script of "detachment", Lan Li has conducted a thorough study of all aspects, he understands the intentions of Tony and Carl, and also understands the heavy responsibility of the role, and at the same time presents the emotions and emotions of the characters with the most accurate performance, so what is missing?

My mind is filled with countless thoughts, how to show sadness, how to show pain, how to show change, every detail is so vivid. The acting skills I learned during my studies at the academy filled every corner of my brain, and I repeatedly took out the scene just now for re-examination, and even refined the details of every expression, all of which were messed up and I couldn't think at all.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath again, Lan Li knew that he couldn't be impatient, at this moment, impatience couldn't help anything, anyway, they were already stuck here for the fourth day, no matter how bad it was, it couldn't be worse. Instead of this, it is better to slow down, organize your thoughts well, and if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, and now you must retreat in order to move forward better.

Slowed down, walked down the street, and took out a cigarette from his pocket, this time in order to play Henry, the cigarette was placed on his body at all times, which was a hassle. Involuntarily, he thought of Nathan and Roy's anxious appearances, but Lan Li felt a little funny, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but relax slightly.

From the point of view of expressionist acting, this scene shows the emotion of being so sad that you can't help yourself, the kind of pain to the extreme, torture to the extreme, and sadness to the extreme, so that the tears continue to slide down, and completely explode on the bus.

Then he saw Erica, and Henry was even more sad, as if he saw his former self, constantly falling in the abyss of hell, with no end in sight, but he knew that no one could help her, and even if he did, things would not be better, because he was still in hell, constantly slipping, and there would never be an end in sight.

So, his emotions calmed down, and despair gradually arose, returning to the state of insensitivity, no sadness and no joy, but the sadness and bitterness between his eyes lingered for a while, making Meiyu's mood even lower.

In a performance, it can be divided into three stages and three levels, and the ups and downs of emotions and the depth of layers put forward super high requirements for the accuracy and fineness of acting skills. During yesterday's shooting, his control of this kind of proportion was never in place, and the finished product was naturally unsatisfactory, so what about this time?

With a cigarette in his mouth, the soothing but slightly stimulating aroma lingered under his nose, and his concentration condensed little by little.

The first wailing and crying, the emotion was completely released, the helplessness that tried to control but still fell apart, magnified the sadness infinitely; then the silent tears, the pain began to gnaw at the heart little by little, and the already numb emotions felt the pain that penetrated deep into the soul again; and finally the numb silence returned to the previous dead silence.

The whole performance is layered, the rhythm is clear, and the main line is clear, connecting the whole emotion in one go. If you dig into the details more seriously, he does have some room for improvement, such as the emotional shift in the second stage, which can slow down the pace a little bit, show the whole change, and strengthen the connection between Henry and Erica. However, when he watched the replay just now, he didn't feel like this, not the adjustment of a certain part, but the absence of a certain part.

So, what's missing?

What is the origin of the emotional details of the expressionist acting? The connection between the characters and the story, in short, is why did Henry cry, why did he cry on the bus, why did he collapse at this point in time?

Revisit the timeline of the entire evening: sleepless nights, late-night lounging, hospital calls, persuading my grandfather, condemning the nurse, and then having a complete emotional breakdown on the bus on the way home.

Needless to say, the maternal grandfather is the focus of this timeline. While taking care of his grandfather's bedtime, the old man, who was suffering from Alzheimer's disease, muttered, "Many old people sleep a lot before they die." Isn't that stupid?" looked at his grandfather's dejected, dazed look, and Henry felt a deep sense of helplessness.

Henry then picked up his grandfather's diary. According to the doctor's instructions, in order to overcome the disease, my grandfather had to practice writing regularly and record all the fragments that appeared in his mind. But the entire diary is blank. Henry suddenly realized that the steps of death were approaching.

But even so, my grandfather still remembered his mother's suicide, and it seemed that from that moment on, my grandfather's time had completely stopped, and his life had completely stopped that night, and how could he not have done so? As long as he closed his eyes, he could see his mother's naked body lying in the bathroom, foaming at the mouth, holding scattered white pills in her hand, and that image was deeply imprinted in his mind, and he could not get rid of it.

His mother chose to end himself, and his grandfather chose to live in the past, leaving him alone, facing everything alone, and growing up falteringly. Now, even his grandfather is leaving him, he is terrified, trying to get away from his grandfather, to build his own life, refusing to dwell on the pain of the past, and he is not reluctant, his grandfather is the only connection between him and the world, and the only buffer between him and life, if even his grandfather is gone...... The grief and pain caused Henry's emotions to lose control, and he vented his anger at the caregiver for the first time.

The flood of memories and the fear of the future shattered Henry's hard-held mask, and tears flowed down his face.

But if that's all there is to it, then Lan Li's performance just now is in place. All the frames, contents, and details of the performance are all derived from the current situation of my grandfather and the memories of my mother, and the sadness that goes deep into the bone marrow makes the tears impossible to stop, but the puzzle piece is still missing. The most important piece.

I took a deep breath, the unlit cigarette was just deflated, the cold air ran into my lungs along the breath, I couldn't help but shiver, goosebumps appeared on the surface of my skin, and when I raised my head, my eyes were full of decadence. It was about two o'clock in the night, and there were no more people on the streets, but Lan Li knew that the wandering outlaws and homeless homeless people were still in this indifference.

The dilapidated building on the corner is an old second-hand store, and almost every day you can see people coming here with their belongings to mortgage and sell them in exchange for a little bit of cash to continue to support their lives.

Not long ago, Lan Li saw a scrawny prostitute/woman begging the shopkeeper with a thrown bed sheet and quilt cover, trying to complete the deal, but it was no longer a war year when supplies were scarce, and these things could not be exchanged for money at all. Eventually, the shopkeeper raised his rifle and drove away the stubborn prostitute.

After the woman left the storefront, she passed out on the street, and a passing policeman couldn't bear it and threw ten dollars to her. Just when Lan Li thought that she would buy a little milk and bread to satisfy her hunger, the next second, she found the / drug dealer with ten dollars, knelt on her knees, and begged the other party bitterly, hoping to exchange for a little / drug / product. Even if it's just a few pills/shake/head/pills.

That's reality, that's life.