Chapter 671: The True Meaning of Performance

Although everyone hasn't seen the reason for this story yet, Gu Xiaofan's performance has left a very deep impression on everyone, and even shocked......

But at this time, everyone still hasn't found out where the turning point of this movie is, the protagonist has achieved nothing, and this mortuary is not as cool as the coroner at all, and there is not even any extended plot?

It's so dull to the end, that's too boring, right?

In any case, it seems like a good story to go from a respectable cellist to a spurned mortuary......

Everyone is guessing in their hearts that this should be another story about despair in life, isn't it that the protagonist is going to commit suicide at the end of the film......

Liu Shishi looked very anxious, and asked Gu Xiaofan in a low voice next to him: "Why hasn't it reached ** yet, is there a murder plot later?" ”

"I'm a serious movie...... Gu Xiaofan looked at Liu Shishi speechlessly, and then looked at the screen. 【Reading.com】

During this time, as his understanding of movies deepened, he also became more and more aware of what kind of movies can move people.

The most microcosm of many people's lives in the movie, there are romance, madness, unforgettable, gentle touch, life and death promises, betrayal and struggle, shame, and pain, and everyone gets different answers, not only because each soul experience is extremely unique, but also because everyone's life is so different that it cannot be replicated.

A good movie is to present these unique lives, so that people can feel and experience life.

This is the favorite of European and American filmmakers, who believe that both failure and success are part of life.

And this premise is to define "failure" and "success" in life, just like Kobayashi on the screen, if he becomes a cellist again, then he will succeed, he will be excited, he will be excited, but if he can only be a despised undertaker, then his life will undoubtedly fail.

He should be sad, hopeless, and even collapsed...... Life is so sad.

Is this life? Yes...... This is indeed life...... But it's just what ordinary people think of as life.

From a higher point of view, from the point of view of Chinese philosophy, it has always been a blessing and misfortune, a blessing and a blessing, a loss when the moon is full, a flood overflowing, and everything is changing.

Life is good and bad, bad and good, and the life advocated by the Chinese is the elegance of the heart not changing with the situation, a spoonful of food, a scoop of drink, in the alley, people are unbearable, and they do not change their happiness.

The west faces outward, using the environment of the characters to describe life, and the east is inward, using the characters' hearts to find peace......

Whether a cellist or undertaker succeeds or fails has never had anything to do with the profession itself.

Cellists soothe people's hearts with music, but is the mortuary just a lowly service job?

"Do you know why I love acting?"

In the dark, Gu Xiaofan suddenly turned around and asked Liu Shishi beside him.

"Why?" Liu Shishi asked.

"Because we are usually busy living, but we forget why we live." Gu Xiaofan said slowly:

"In the performance, the most ordinary scenes in life are suddenly filled with so much meaning, so that the trivial things, which seem like nothing remarkable, become like shining and flawless pearls...... Let every corner of life, every little thing become incomparably beautiful. ”

Liu Shishi listened to Gu Xiaofan's low voice, and Spacey and those old filmmakers who were sitting in front of them seemed to hear their church, turned their heads thoughtfully, and glanced at Gu Xiaofan deeply.

The plot of the big screen story continues to play.

Xiao Lin became a novice mortuary for the pressure of life, but he couldn't accept this fact in his heart.

He stood on the bridge, looked at the turbulent stream, there were a few small fish struggling to move upstream, and the martyr-like righteousness did not hesitate, and said in a low voice: ?

"It's sad, trying to die. After all, it's a death, so it's okay if it's not so hard...... It's a theorem of nature, they're born that way, right?"

Xiao Lin stared at this scene in a daze, and the car horn sounded in the distance. It's Lao Zhou! Xiao Lin almost fell to the ground like seeing a plague god, and Lao Zhou came to invite him to dinner, which scared him like this, causing everyone in the theater to laugh.

Kobayashi was reluctant, but the work still came.?

When he was 5 minutes late, the family of the deceased had no good face to look at.

"You feed on the dead," the man sarcastically said. Lao Zhou and Xiao Lin didn't care, they just kept apologizing.

The American filmmakers in the audience couldn't help frowning slightly, feeling in a bad mood, they didn't realize that they had completely substituted for Kobayashi's perspective, and they felt very uncomfortable.

A few young white actors in the front row were muttering, "...... Why do you have to do this kind of profession. "It is indeed too unfortunate to carry the dead, and they are not clergy of the church......"

Yes, Lao Zhou and Xiao Lin knew that this profession was not so glorious, and silently accepted this insult.

In fact, there is no need for the film to focus on performance, and the audience can fully imagine it. Regardless of the country, people are secretive about funerals, and those who work in the industry are afraid to avoid it. Unclean, unclean, unclean, is a consistent perception of people, and it can't even be counted as a prejudice.

Even in a country as open as the United States, everyone avoids these people who deal with the dead.

So later in the film, it is not difficult to understand that Kobayashi's wife threatened the fetus in her womb to give up her current career.

At this time, on the big screen, the relatives of the deceased sat around her body one by one with their heads down, and some of them were already crying. Lao Zhou peeled off the white cloth on the deceased's face, revealing a pale face.

At this time, the laughter in the theater for Gu Xiaofan's joyful performance gradually stopped, and it seemed that it was only then that he remembered that this film was related to the dead.

And Lao Zhou, played by Zhou Yanfa, became the object of the camera, and everyone observed him from Xiaolin's perspective.

I saw Lao Zhou habitually looking back at the deceased's last photo. This is a face surrounded by white chrysanthemums, gentle eyes, bright smile, as beautiful as white chrysanthemums, and a beauty.

This beauty is lying on the tatami mat at the moment, her limbs are cold, her face is bloodless, and most importantly, she can no longer smile at her beloved, death has taken it all away, and its cruelty needs not be said much at this moment.?

He covered the deceased's face with a white cloth, and skillfully used tweezers to fill the white cotton into the deceased's mouth little by little.

Removing the silk covering the deceased's body, Lao Zhou picked up a white cotton cloth soaked in alcohol to wipe the deceased's body, and grabbed a hand without temperature with his warm hand, so careful that it made people feel excessive. Then he carefully flipped a purple kimono over and put it on himself, and then put it on the deceased, his eyes were extremely serious, and even revealed a certain pride in this profession.

Put your hands together, fold them in front of you, and wrap them around a string of pearls, in China, it is to hope that the souls of the deceased will be safe during the journey.

The next step is to put makeup on the deceased.

"The process of bringing the lost person back to life and giving her the beauty of eternal life, calm, delicate, and with tender emotion, full of love."?

After Lao Zhou's careful care, it didn't take long for the deceased's complexion to regain its ruddy complexion and glow with the brilliance of life.

Whether it is the relatives on the screen or the audience in the theater, they all see her lying peacefully in front of her relatives, as if falling into a quiet sleep.

"Mom!" The daughter couldn't help but pounce on it, as if louder, she could wake up her mother, the strings in the theater were soothing and low, although everyone didn't know the deceased, but with the daughter's sincere "mother", it was like seeing the good times when she was alive, flowing in front of her.

At this time, many of the filmmakers in the theater who were originally picky have put down their pens, looked at the screen with a faint light, and completely immersed themselves in that calm and peaceful world......