"What method?"

Song Zhen saw that Du An was halfway through and then stopped talking, so he asked. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Instead of answering her question, Duane asked, "Do you know empathy?"

Song Zhen was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I know." ”

Duane estimated that she also knew, after all, she also studied medicine.

Empathy is a professional term in psychoanalytic theory, which is generally learned when studying psychopathology, which refers to the process in which the client projects his past emotions about some important people in his life onto the analyst, which is somewhat similar to empathy, but there are many differences.

"Empathy is actually applicable to performance, too,"

Duane slowly explained to her: " For example, if you are dumped by your boyfriend in a scene and want to cry, if you enter this character and become this character and cry out, that is experientialism, that is, the direction I have been teaching you, but if you can't enter this character, it doesn't matter, you can recall your own experience of being dumped by your boyfriend, and then show the emotions at that time, and project this emotion onto the audience, they will also feel your sadness, this is empathy in performance, that is, methodology. ”

Du An's teaching method is a targeted approach, so after determining that Song Zhen is suitable for taking the route of the experiential school, he has been leading her in this direction, and the expressionist and methodological school have not mentioned it much, after all, it is not easy to learn a genre and master it well, and it is harmful to learn too much and distract from it, so Song Zhen has never known about these things.

After explaining the basic differences between the methodists, Duane began to analyze her current situation for Song Zhen.

"Your current situation can actually be analyzed from three aspects, one is your own experientialism. ”

"Experiential school requires you to enter the inner world of this character, because of age, without so much life experience, you obviously can't understand what kind of real state such a middle-aged woman will be when facing the situation in the script, which is why you have not been able to enter the character. ”

"Second, it is expressionism, which is the direction of my performance. I'm only in my twenties, and I don't have such life experience, and even I'm still a man, so my disadvantages are even more obvious than yours, but if I want to play your character, I don't need to go in, I just need to combine the similar people I have come into contact with in my daily life, use my memory and imagination, and show their reactions and expressions through my physical abilities. ”

"Three, it's the method school. Methodism pays attention to empathy, and if you analyze it in your situation, it is not pure methodology that can solve the problem, but needs to have some intersection with experiential and even expressionist. To put it simply, you don't need to go into the character, you can change the character, for example, your mother. You can think of this character as your mother, because you have been in contact with your mother for the longest time, and you know your mother best, and to a certain extent, you fully understand your mother's psychological state. After that, you get into your mother's character and put her in the scene to play it, and then you can act it out. ”

Duane shook his head when he said this.

He didn't think that Song Zhen could quickly understand and master the method school alone, not to mention that Song Zhen's current situation was no longer a simple method school that could solve the problem, but required the mutual synthesis of multiple schools, which made it even more difficult, it belonged to advanced energy, and he didn't think that Song Zhen's current level could be mastered.

Du An's last method was a bit detouring, but Song Zhen was not stupid, and after thinking quietly for a while, he finally sorted out this idea, and then told Du An his understanding.

"You mean, put a springboard between me and the character, my mom, I'm going to get into my mom first, and then I'm going to get into this character through my mom?"

Duane snapped his fingers, "That's right, that's it." ”

Song Zhen asked again, "Is this okay?"

Duane "uh", thought about it, and gave a positive answer, "I haven't tried this kind of performance either, and no one knows how effective it will be, but it is completely feasible in theory." ”

Song Zhen thought for a long time, and finally said resolutely: "Then try it." ”

Duane looked at her and didn't speak right away.

To be honest, he didn't think that this temporary method of cramming was useful, but seeing that Song Zhen's determination was so firm, it was not at all that Huang He's heart would not die, and even to the extent that Huang He's heart would not die, he had no choice but to decide to accompany her to try.

In fact, to a certain extent, Song Zhen is not him? He is also this kind of guy who is still stubborn when he reaches the Yellow River, and in this respect, Song Zhen is really like his sister.

"Okay. ”

Duane took over the task, "Then let's give it a try." ”

"You've never been exposed to this method before, so let's start with some basics. ”

Du An stood up, motioned for Song Zhen to get up from the sofa as well, and then prescribed a situation for her, "Take the example I just gave as an example, hypothetical, I mean hypothetical," Du An said here a little weakly, after all, his next words were a little disrespectful to Aunt Shen, "Suppose your mother died, you are very sad......"

When he said this, he saw Song Zhen glaring at him viciously, which made him even more weak, and he laughed, "Isn't this hypothetical...... and then quickly said, "This is your mother's coffin," he said, pointing to the coffee table on the ground.

These words made Song Zhen stare at him twice, and he had no choice but to think that he couldn't see it.

Alas, being a teacher is really hard......

"You're in the mourning hall right now. Okay, that's the situation, now you can play it yourself. ”

After finishing speaking, he was finally relieved, and muttered to Shen Huifang, who was far away in Nanyang: Aunt Shen, I didn't curse you sincerely, this is also to help your daughter, don't blame me. Your old man will definitely live a long life, as blessed as the East China Sea, and live longer than Nanshan......

Although he was very dissatisfied with the shit example given by Du An, Song Zhen finally remembered his identity as an actor, stopped glaring at Du An, and began to brew his emotions.

After waiting for a while, Du An saw her emotions slowly coming up from Song Zhen's eyes, and seized the opportunity to shout "start!".

After an order, Song Zhen slowly turned his head, looked at the coffee table on the ground, and remained silent.

Du An stood on tiptoe and walked two steps to the opposite side of Song Zhen, sat down on the sofa in front of him, carefully observed Song Zhen's entire state, and looked at every inch of Song Zhen's body from head to toe.

He saw that Song Zhen was just looking at the coffee table, there was no expression on his face, his eyes were unblinking, and the emotions in his eyes were very complicated: doubt, disbelief, pain...... Her eyebrows gradually furrowed, her facial muscles began to contract, and her right hand, which hung down at her side, gradually clenched from its stretched state, clenched into a fist, and then forced, as if she wanted to insert her nails into her palm, and her legs trembled imperceptibly.

It's good, it's very layered.

She squatted down slowly, and in the process of squatting, her eyes never left the coffee table, after squatting, her right hand was raised, and the fingers of her fist were slowly expanded, stretched out, as if to touch the coffee table, but just stretched out as if she was an electric shock and quickly retracted, and her fingers were suddenly clenched back again.

She then paused for a moment, then slowly stretched out her right hand again, towards the coffee table, this time not retracting, firm, forceful.

Eventually, she reached for her right hand on the coffee table, gently caressing the edge of it.

Her left hand also stretched out and placed it on the coffee table, and at the same time, her squatting posture also changed - she sat on the ground, leaned against the coffee table, slowly pillowed her head, put one hand on the coffee table, and pressed the other hand on the coffee table, and pressed her face on the coffee table.

Du An's feet lightly stood up again and shifted his position to the right to observe Song Zhen's expression.

He saw her eyes tightly closed, her mouth pursed desperately, the corners of her mouth twitching, and her facial muscles twitching, while at this time, Duane observed a slight regular shaking of her entire body.

In this state, tears flowed from the corners of her closed eyes.

Rich, layered, natural, full, this is Du An's evaluation of Song Zhen's performance this time, the only shortcoming is that it is a little too depressed, it is better to release a little more.

Of course, he's just nitpicking.

"Over!"

Du An shouted at the right time, pulling Song Zhen back from this state of performance, and looked at her with some surprise.

Song Zhen's performance was beyond his expectations, this kind of performance ability is higher than her usual strength, and I don't know how she did it.

Song Zhen seems to have gradually become accustomed to the working state of the actor, and after a short time after Du An's order, he pulled himself back from the performance state just now, raised himself, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then stood up neatly, and then looked at Du An and asked, "How is it?"

Duane did not hesitate to praise himself, "Very good! Smooth and natural, full and rich, with a sense of layering, it is better than what you usually show in class, I am very satisfied." ”

After finishing speaking, Du An's subconsciously looked at the coffee table, then looked at Song Zhen, and sighed a little: This is the life of an actor.

Others seem to be an actor very beautifully, but who knows the hard work? kneeling, dead mother, being green, the whole family is dead, recognizing strangers as parents, practicing yourself...... All kinds of things, all of which are lacking, this is what actors have to experience, and many people may not be able to bear this kind of psychological torture, and they have to treat it normally and behave in front of many people.

"Will this work then?"

Song Zhen's question pulled Duane back.

He shook his head, "Not necessarily. Then he asked, "What did you think when you performed?"

Song Zhen glanced at him and said indifferently: "I just thought that you died, you died so miserably, you were divided into corpses and boiled in an oil pot, you died too miserably, and what was placed in front of me was your coffin." ”

As soon as she said this, Du An's breath was almost unable to get up, and finally straightened out his breath and looked at her a little helplessly.

How could he have thought that she was no longer sharp-tongued? Her sneering skills were obviously sharper than before, okay!

"Really?"

Duane asked again.

If that's the case, then she's not going the methodist route.

This kind of detached imagination is clearly expressionist.

Song Zhen glanced at him again, and after seeing his serious appearance, he changed his words, "Actually, I thought of when my family died......

Maomao?

Du An's seemed to have heard it, and after thinking about it carefully, he recalled that it seemed to be a dog raised by Aunt Shen's family before, and he had also seen a photo of that dog, which was a Chinese pastoral dog - that is, commonly known as a soil dog.

The dog died before he moved into Aunt Shen's house, so he didn't really see the dog with his own eyes.

"Can you be so sad when a dog dies?"

Du An didn't expect Song Zhen to be sad like this for a dog, and his words made Song Zhen glare at him again, "What do you know, Maomao has grown up with me from childhood to adulthood!"

Duane shrugged his shoulders, "Okay. ”

He doesn't have pets, so he really can't understand this emotion, but he can be sure that Song Zhen is indeed using a methodological method this time.

In this way, she still seems to be a little talented in the method pie, right?

Of course, an event will be accidental and cannot be used as a criterion for judging, but it is indeed possible to give it a try.

"Judging from the performance just now, you still have some hope, so let's get started without further ado. ”

Du An's work efficiency was still good when he got serious, and he didn't talk nonsense, so he directly pulled Song Zhen and started.

"Let's start with the first lesson. Come, stand up with me, wrap your arms around your chest, hold yourself, lower your whole body's weight, put it on your feet, close your eyes, and feel the strength of your feet with your heart......"

"Aren't you going to start learning acting? Why are you taking me to do exercises?"

"Teacher, class, quiet! You just follow along, why is there so much nonsense? Do you still want to act?"

“…… Think. ”

"Hurry up and follow me, remember, sink your heart, feel the strength of your feet with your heart, and then, slowly lean your body forward, don't be afraid of ......"

In the past few years, Duane will study the three performance genres he has summarized when he has nothing to do, and by the way, he has also compiled some specific training methods for each of them. He had already tested the training methods of the experiential school on her when he taught Song Zhen, and several of them had good effects and were retained by him, and the other few that had no effect were eliminated by him, and what he is teaching Song Zhen now is one of the several training methods he came up with for the method school, which happened to be tested on Song Zhen together.

And this night, the door to Duane's room was never closed. (To be continued.) )