In that moment of raising his eyes and looking down for a deep kiss, Theorod once again elevated Taylor's personality to the pinnacle, a fatal attraction that sprouts from the deepest depths of a creature's heart for beauty and thrill-seeking*, regardless of gender or object.

Theolod's Taylor is not only a ruffian and cynical danger, but also a collection of the most perfect men in Jack's opinion, who must have a perfect enough physique, a high enough emotional intelligence and intelligence, a dangerous nature that all girls cannot resist, and the elegance and charm that all girls yearn for, the courage and madness to stand up against the world, and the leadership temperament that makes people willing to die and follow.

Thankfully, Finch shouted "cut" at this time, otherwise Norton really didn't know how to end up at this time. Admittedly, he was indeed frightened by the incredible throbbing just now, and he knew what that meant, which meant that Theolod's outburst of acting skills in that moment completely suppressed him, so that he could not continue to play the role of Jack.

At this moment, Norton realized that this is the real strength of Theolod, the strength that can compete with Al Pacino, and he has not yet been able to reach the level of performance that is free and suppresses the audience, at least not at present. But he still has a long way to go, and he believes that one day, he will be able to catch up with this child.

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In the script, the next shot is Taylor unexpectedly throwing alkali in his hand on the back of Jack's wet kissed hand, and the exothermic reaction directly burns the back of Jack's hand, leaving a permanent scar on his hand like a lip print.

As for the shape of this scar, Theolod had mentioned it to Finch before, and he thought that using his lips as lip molds to mold a fake scar on the back of Jack's hand, and then using Norton's lip mold to stick it on the back of Taylor's hand, would be more effective in fact that Jack and Taylor are the same person.

Finch thought it made sense, and asked the almighty makeup artists to make two lip molds based on Theorod and Norton's lip shapes. Theolod and Norton were still standing around watching the makeup artists pour a white glue into the two molds, but after a while two different "lip-shaped" glues were formed, and they were very curious to say if they could give them the molds when they were done.

"What do you want this mold for?" When Theolod was the first to make the request, both the makeup team and Norton were a little puzzled.

"Isn't it cool to keep it as a memento, and lo and behold, I have Eddard's lips? Maybe I can use it to bake cookies called 'Edward Norton's Kiss', and when I'm desperate, I'll sell them to Eddard's fans and I'll be robbed. Theolod touched his chin and said, "What do you think 'Edward Norton's Kiss' should be made into a good taste?" ”

"......" Norton didn't expect such a big business opportunity to be placed under his nose, he didn't even see it, so he immediately echoed seriously, "Please leave Theo's mold to me, 'Theo Rod Lecht' I want to make it milky." ”

Theolod immediately said that he was not dry: "Milk? No, I still want to make 'Edward Norton's Kiss' milk-flavored, but I can't let you rob it, I'll give you the strawberry flavor. ”

"I'll give you chocolate, you give me milk, and many people like the chocolate flavor."

"So you think your own kiss is chocolate-flavored?"

"And you think your kiss is strawberry-flavored?"

The makeup artist standing aside with the two molds said that she was already confused, she really didn't understand the brain structure of your actors, and she was fighting for a long time here for a long time about whose kiss tasted, so you might as well pounce on it yourself and practice it to taste each other's taste...... Wait, how could she have such a terrible thought......

The makeup artist was shocked, and she immediately stuffed the mold in her hand into the hands of the two of them, and turned her head to color the few fake scars that had been made.

However, Norton didn't need the fake scar in the shape of Theorod's lips for the time being, he first had to put a layer of fake skin on his hand, and the hideous and horrific wounds on the fake skin could almost be fake. This is actually a common tool used by magicians, and if you pour the powder to match it, the wound will smoke and bubble as if it had been burned.

This scene is almost Taylor's one-man show, and it is also a key point in the explosion of acting, Taylor will expose his crazy nature for the first time, which requires a degree of slack performance and just the right amount of retraction, and the high-pitched speech like a long speech is a huge test of the actor's line skills, Taylor needs to completely dominate and dominate in this scene.

Whether it can accurately capture the hearts of the audience and advance the plot to a turning point depends on Theolod's performance at this moment. Finch has made it all clear, he believes in Theorod's level, and he hopes that this time, he can build on the previous one, and impress him again.

Shooting again, the camera freezes on the surprise and embarrassment behind Jack's kiss on Taylor's hand, and Taylor's playful smile.

"This ...... What does that mean? Taylor's sudden kiss made Jack completely stunned, Taylor often behaved unexpectedly, but he didn't expect that he would still be frightened by the other party's surprise.

"This," the strange and elegant tone that came from nowhere made Taylor's whole person look extremely dangerous and weird, he followed Jack's words, tilted his head slightly, and stood up straight, like a French chef who was making zuò delicacies, picked up the box on the side with his other hand, and shook it slightly, and the white powder poured directly on the back of Jack's hand that he had kissed, "It's called chemical burns." ”

Although there was no real pain, Jack's body shook violently under Norton's interpretation, he was like he was really burned, the "pain" made him bend over, and the cigarette that Taylor handed him in his other hand also fell to the ground, but he didn't notice it at all, his attention, every nerve in his body, his mind was controlled by the burn on his right hand.

At that moment, the "pain" made his tears wet and red uncontrollably, and an instinctive scream turned into a completely silent hoarse because of the unbearable pain. Jack instinctively retracted his right hand, but his wrist was clasped so tightly by Taylor's rubberized gloved hand that it didn't move no matter how hard he struggled.

The disparity in strength and size made Jack use two hands, he kept writhing and struggling, a man's explosive power finally made Taylor's hand a little loose, his right hand could finally move, but Jack still couldn't get rid of Taylor, and his struggle only made things on the table a mess.

Norton acted so beautifully. Finch thought to himself, he played Jack's sense of weakness and painful realism, and he even felt that this was his best performance since the start of the film, maybe he was stimulated by the previous suppression by Theorod, and the master was either pressed to be vulnerable, or he would completely break through himself to improve his acting skills in order to no longer be controlled by others, whether the movie was successful or not, Norton definitely earned it this time.

It's Taylor......

Hey? Why hasn't Theorod ever said a line until now? Although he has a bad habit of changing his lines, it doesn't mean that he will just eat the lines and not spit them out.

The assistant photographer standing next to the photographer looked at the lines on the scrolling screen, and with some concern, he gestured a "five" to the director, indicating that under normal circumstances, the lines had been rolled to the fifth row, but Theorod still didn't say a word. And the time he spent in silence was a one-man show for Norton.

He was worried that in the end, the audience would be deviated because Taylor's light was too dazzling, and the one-man show would be split in half? A strange thought popped into Finch's head. But when he turned his attention to Theorod, he found that there was more to the other party than just silence.

He was smiling, the kind of smile that appeared on someone like Taylor, it could be described as a kind of tenderness, and he even propped his head up with Norton's left hand that didn't grasp it.

He obviously didn't say a word, just sat down with Norton's movements, but it was this extremely casual movement, but with a kind of pressure that people couldn't take their eyes off. None of the lines could give a sense of confidence and courage to master the whole scene, and Finch began to wonder what to do with the final edit. Whether it's Norton or Theorod, he doesn't want to cut this part of the shot.

"What are you doing...... What are you doing? Jack's feet were so painful that he was almost on his knees, his upper body lying on the table to support himself. But Taylor, who had been clasping his wrist, still didn't answer, so he began to close his eyes, trying to deflect his pain with the methods he had learned in various sickness support groups.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the man opposite him, who had been silent, finally spoke: "What are you doing?" ”

The contrast between his voice, the calm and lazy lines, the languid and sexy words that dragged out the vowels and were a little indistinct, and the Jack who was almost broken and an octave higher, was a stark contrast.

"I can meditate through guò......"

"Escaping pain? Why, do you think that after escaping, any of your suffering will not exist? You think that if you don't look, this burn won't happen to you? Why did you choose to use the methods of the walking dead to escape the facts that happened to you? How long do you figure out this avoidance and compromise and bow to the pain in your life? ”

Taylor's series of questions left Jack, who had already been confused, speechless, and the helpless and mocking look on Taylor's face frightened Jack, while his calm and usual voice burst into Jack's ears like thunder, making him dizzy. He didn't want to hear it, he just wanted Taylor to let him go.

"No, please, let go......" Jack said, almost crying, and he even began to clasp away Taylor's motionless palms little by little with his left hand.

"You shouldn't ask anyone, and you shouldn't kneel in front of anyone." Taylor said that he placed his right hand over the back of Jack's hand holding his right hand, gently, without any intention of stopping or coercing, but Jack could still feel that the hand was so hot that even through the rubber gloves, it could still burn the back of his hand.

Taylor's movements were obviously very light, and it was clear that he could break free of the right hand that was gently resting on the back of his hand with a wave of his hand, but for some reason, Jack couldn't break free, and the invisible pressure, like a jack, pressed on his heart and bound his soul.

"Stand up, then look at your hand and look at it, your pain is here."

"I know, I know what you mean, I get it! Please let go of me......" Jack, who was already kneeling on the ground, trembled, not knowing whether it was because of the pain of the constant burning on his right hand, or because of the cold pressure on his left hand that seemed to be gentle and hot. Jack no longer had the strength to break free, and if it weren't for Taylor's clutching his arm right now, he would have collapsed on the ground by now, and he could only move Taylor by constantly pleading for mercy.

"You don't understand, look, you're still compromising." At some point, Taylor sat leisurely in a chair, his laziness and carelessness seemed to be a great irony to Jack, but his expression seemed to be trying to restrain something, and under his almost didactic look, there was a beast hidden, and the heavy breathing of the beast made Taylor's slow and logical appearance look like a drug addict pretending to be calm after taking drugs.

He's very excited right now.

"If you really understand, you will understand that this pain is necessary. Think of the martyrs who are constantly washed away by the river, they are like the back of your hand, there is no pain, no sacrifice, there is no gain, you cannot wash your clothes, you cannot wash the stench of this world. Your compromise is the same as your compromise with that damn father, the same compromise you made with your boring job, you compromise with abuse, you compromise with oppression, you compromise with the toiling for life, you compromise with growing taxes. You numbly become the microphone of your parents, you numbly are called by your boss, you numbly buy a bunch of furniture to fill the emptiness of your compromise, you numbly say that superior mutual aid will satisfy your sense of superiority. ”

"What do you get in the end?"

“…… I don't know, I don't know! I need to find my spirit animal, I need ...... Yes! ”

Taylor picked up the alkali on the side and continued to sprinkle it on Jack's wound, pulling Jack back who had just wanted to escape. Seeing that Jack was back again, Taylor continued to use his magnetic voice to say slowly:

"The pain you run away from is getting more and more, the things you are afraid of are getting more and more, your money is all back in your boss's pocket, and everything you have can disappear in an instant. It is like God the Father has abandoned us, and God's old immortal doesn't really give a fucking reason to us. It is ridiculous that human beings don't care about anything after they become corrupted and stinky in this material world driven by money, and then regard the ethereal so-called God as a spiritual world from which they can escape. Where was humanity when he begged God to let the economic crisis pass quickly? Where is the poor man when he prays to God to give him a full meal and a big house? Where is He when we need Him to stand by our side and fulfill our responsibilities as a father? ”

"You don't need to run away from pain, no matter how you hide from it, you're terminally ill, the world doesn't need any escape and compromise, if you want to be free from pain, first of all, you have to face it, face your source of pain, face death and sacrifice, and be brave enough to accept it."

“…… But you have no idea how much it hurts! ”

Taylor didn't say anything this time, he just shook off the rubber glove on his right hand and slowly turned the back of his hand.

Jack saw a lip-shaped scar on the back of his hand.

Jack looked down at the wound on his hand in a daze, and finally there was no struggle or escape, his body was still trembling, but he didn't say a word.

Taylor also noticed the change in Jack at this moment, and he let go of his hand with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Jack still kept his movements, not moving.

"Stand up, my brother." Taylor clutched his chest and looked at Jack condescendingly, "You don't need to kneel down to anyone. ”

Jack listened, looked up at Taylor, and as if inspired by a magical power, he left the ground and staggered to his feet.

"Give me your hand, please, okay?"

Taylor, as before, performed an exaggerated invitation dance, gracefully and reverently took Jack's right hand, and gently poured acetic acid on the wound that neutralized the alkali.