"I see!"

Simmons finally found the most crucial piece of the puzzle, and the whole blueprint was like a cloud, and he quickly recalled the ins and outs of the whole scene just now in his mind, and finally realized that his whole face brightened up not at all like Fletcher, but like an old naughty boy.

"If the strength is similar, then you can give it a go, both the king and the successor, but the difference in strength is too great, even if you don't want to give up, you can only give up, and then it is a wise decision to choose to give up, and the king should have such wisdom. The same goes for Fletcher, who realizes that he was eager to build the next Charlie Parker, even if it's by any means, and now Andrew has chosen to do nothing, so what? because he has succeeded!"

So, Fletcher thought, why didn't he become a part of Andrew's greatness, whether it was a guide or a stepping stone, he also became a part of greatness, which was exactly his dream for the mediocre Fletcher. He doesn't care about the process, he only cares about the result. ”

Simmons stood in place and muttered to himself, after all his thoughts were completely connected, not only today's scene, but the entire filming process in the past became clear and clear, he couldn't help but start nodding his head again and again, muttering some meaningless syllable fragments, sorting out his acting ideas.

Damien immediately snapped his fingers in affirmation, "Andrew achieved his dream, and Fletcher achieved his dream, does that mean that this is still a story about dreams?"

Dream?

It's a story full of countless possible interpretations, but dreams are precisely the furthest ones. It's true that Andrew and Fletcher are both living their dreams in their own way, but, at the end of the day, it's a story about art, about perfection, about breaking through oneself, not about wrapping oneself in a dream pink bubble.

In the face of Damien's boastful expression, Lan Li and Simmons silently turned around at the same time, ignoring him, and then you talked word by word, and walked back towards the stage side by side, leaving Damien alone to stand in the same place

"Eh, what's going on? Is this going to be back in filming? Wait, give me a little time, I'll set up two more cameras, the angle is not quite right. Wait!"

The plot of "Murder/Father" is more spiritual, and the tension between the two actors cannot be directly shown through physical collision, which also puts forward higher requirements for the director, how to show the chemistry between Fletcher and Andrew through lighting, perspective, composition and other shots, which is the real film art.

Fletcher's perspective is top-down, Andrew's is bottom-up, and then the positions of the two men are reversed, creating a switch of momentum and position. This lens change is the simplest of the basics.

In addition to this, there is also a change in the overall composition.

For example, at the beginning, Andrew and Fletcher stood facing each other, with Fletcher backlit, so Andrew was shrouded in Fletcher's shadow, and later the lighting changed, pulling Andrew's shadow, Fletcher's position remained the same, but the camera was slightly pulled back, creating the illusion that Andrew's shadow was projected on the wall behind him like a giant, looking down on Fletcher.

This psychological change created through the composition of the picture is the reason why film is called "the art of the director".

Damien and the cinematographer were so busy for nearly half an hour that they had to find their rhythm when they restarted shooting. The main reason is that the whole mood and rhythm of the scene just now are in one go, and suddenly the middle is cut off, but it can't be connected immediately, and it still needs to start from the beginning.

……

The drums echoed through the Alice Tate Hall again.

The dense and powerful, even and enthusiastic drum beat seemed to be venting the dull breath gathered in the chest, opening Andrew's boredom and bitterness little by little, and in a trance, his whole person quietly blended into the drum, and those drums could clearly show the changes in his soul

He is straightening his back, and little by little he is becoming a giant who stands up to the sky.

Fletcher was completely stunned, looked at Andrew in front of him in disbelief, bent down slightly, leaned close to the drum kit, and raised his voice to ask, "Andrew, what the are you doing?"

"Wait for me to prompt. Andrew looked up, staring at Fletcher in parallel eyes, and responded lightly.

Not only the words, but also the eyes, showing the changes in state and position in all directions.

Strong and weak, controlling and obedient, these two opposing emotions are quietly reversing positions, the anxious Fletcher is reduced to the disadvantage, and the calm Andrew takes the initiative, unless Fletcher can now interrupt Andrew's performance regardless of the force, then he is in an absolutely passive situation.

Fletcher couldn't believe his eyes, nor his ears, and slowly, slowly, straightened up, and looked at Andrew incredulously, in the face of the vigorous vigor and turbulent vitality, he was a little defeated, because the powerful impact of his concentration and distraction made his irritability and anger impossible to start.

Unconsciously, Fletcher straightened his back, and did his best to maintain his condescending momentum, drooping his eyelids, looking down on Andrew, as he had always been, but now, the advantage of this dislocation of distance was slowly waning, and Fletcher could even clearly feel his own weakness and panic.

The feeling of his feet hanging in the air gave Fletcher the urge to explode.

But, he can't. This is a trap he has set up in advance, a trap for Andrew to fall into the net, and if he chooses to explode now, then he will be shooting himself in the foot. He can't give up, he definitely can't give up, and the outcome is still inconclusive, isn't it?

Realizing this, Fletcher suddenly remembered the 400 strokes again: Andrew had absolutely no way to challenge the 400 strokes, should he re-direct the orchestra and guide Andrew to the edge of the cliff of the 400 strokes?

Fletcher took two steps back, ready to conduct the orchestra and start the puzzle again.

And what about Andrew?

Andrew was unaware of Fletcher's mental activity, completely immersed in his own hitting, he was tapping, tapping hard, he could feel the feeling of restraint being swallowed up and drowned by the tightness of his muscles, and the familiarity of the practice was coming back again.

But this time Andrew didn't panic at all.

The light brown eyes were focused on his drum kit, the jazz drum beating in his left hand stopped for a moment, and his right hand began to beat the sling lightly and at high frequency, and he was increasing his speed little by little, two hundred! two hundred and forty blows! three hundred blows!

The dense blow had reached the limit of his body, Andrew's eyes became more and more condensed, like a light, sprinkled on the sling, suddenly, he closed his eyes, and the drum melody of Buddy Ricky's beating appeared in his mind again, and his jaw unconsciously began to gently fit the beat, and his muscles not only did not tense, but also slowly relaxed.

Steady.

Steady!

The right hand holding the drumstick is firmly controlled on a horizontal line, using the power of the wrist and fingertips to slowly and slowly raise the frequency, the position of the tiger's mouth is completely relaxed, and the control and shaking of the fingertips stir up bursts of dust under the light and shadow, and gradually stir up a phantom, almost unable to capture the specific position of the fingers.

At this moment, the whole world is left with only Andrew and his drum kit.

Jim Neiman, who was standing on the side stage, was stunned, staring at Andrew in disbelief in the milky halo, even if he was a complete layman, even if he didn't have any good feelings about the drum kit and jazz, but at this moment, he could feel the shock of the dense drum beat, and his expression involuntarily slowly stretched out, and he cast his gaze in amazement.

Fletcher, who was standing in front of him, was also stunned, his mouth opened slightly, trying to say something, but he found that any language was pale at this moment, and he suddenly realized that maybe Andrew was really talented, and it was far beyond his imagination, and now it was blooming little by little.

Fletcher's gaze began to struggle, as if the devil and the angel in his mind were in a tug-of-war, on the one hand, he wanted to give up and surrender, on the other hand, he wanted to struggle to resist and re-establish his authority, and that intricate mind was surging fiercely in the depths of his heart, just quietly watching Andrew, there was no way to retreat, but there was no way to move forward.

The rhythm is starting to pick up.

The brightness and crispness of the sound gradually began to become more and more aggravated in the hitting of the drumsticks, little by little, little by little, and little by little, Andrew's whole person seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, the facial muscles were slowly tightening, but the body muscles were slowly relaxing, the lines from the shoulders to the arms showed a tense but not tense state, and the detail control became clearer and clearer

Three hundred blows. Four hundred blows.

Is that...... It was a perfect 400 blows, an impeccable 400 blows, and he did it! He really did it! Moreover, the strength was still increasing little by little, and he seemed to have complete control of his arms and palms, and the even and steady power output made the rhythm that flowed out of the stream full and loud, hitting the heart of every listener hard, hard.

Listen, that's the sound of the soul agitating: knock, knock.