Tom looked at Lance in front of him seriously, and after being silent for a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "So, when you first met, did you take it seriously?" "It's not about talking nonsense and making random slips to attract Tom to join.

Lance gently curled the corners of his mouth, "I do my job, you do your job." As for the results, we'll know. "Now that Tom is in the same boat, there's no need to keep the rhetoric going. Compared with the uncertain future, the most important thing now is that Tom is in a state of doing his best.

"You're given five minutes to prepare, and then we'll shoot it." Lance nodded slightly at Tom and stepped aside.

Hayden had come back to his senses at this time, and looked at Lance with a grin, his eyes full of love without any concealment, and clearly written, "I knew you could do it", and "I sued you a long time ago". When preparing for the "City of God", Hayden set up Yì Lance to direct and act, and as a friend who has known him for many years, Hayden has absolute confidence in Lance's strength.

Lance didn't laugh. In fact, the scene seems very simple on the surface, but Lance is opportunistic, he uses the change of light to complete the performance - this should be attributed to the director, which reduces the difficulty and thickness of the performance itself, and achieves the effect without any discount. But even so, Lance still vaguely felt a little difficult, acting this kind of thing really needs to be repeated over and over again, and those old British Academy actors will return to the West End of London every once in a while to re-enter the stage, this is the reason. Lance had not performed for the previous two years, and he could still feel the impact of the gap.

True insiders understand why some directors can always bring out the best actors, and why some directors always fail to win acting awards. Except for directors like James Cameron who focus all their energy on the combination of visual effects and story. In addition to directors like Alejandro González Iñárritu, who deliberately show off their skills and infinitely amplify the power of directing and editing, in fact, the director uses the camera and controls the performance space during the filming process. are closely related to the performance of the actors.

For example, "Kill with a knife", if it is filmed in the way of Michael Mann. The creation of the atmosphere is second to none, but the performance needs to rely more on the actors' own explosions, and even sometimes the actors present wonderful performances, which will be drowned out by the changes in the position of the camera and the way of editing; But if you shoot according to Lance's way, not only does it leave a large blank space for the actors to play wantonly, but also uses lighting, lenses and other methods to magnify these details.

Of course, there are also some sacrifices that come with different ways of shooting. For example, Michael Mann's approach will make the film more thriller and suspenseful, closer to the nature of commercial films; But Lance's approach will make the film more independent. If you want to make a profit at the box office, the overall rhythm of the film must be accelerated, and the rhythm of the main line and the rhythm of the performance must not be slowed down together, otherwise it will be a disaster.

Filming "Killing with a Knife" is a difficult task, and it is even more difficult to do it the Lance way.

Patting Hayden on the shoulder, Lance explained, "Let Albert wake everyone up, cheer them up, and start shooting in five minutes." With that, Lance sat down and went aside. Quietly began to flip through the script.

After moving out of Vincent's performance, Lance must re-enter Max's world. Max's performance is not just a simple expression, and Lance wrote a short biography of Max and Vincent. It is because these two characters carry the core of the story of the script that he must understand the character of Max and drive the performance of the Epixiàn school in a methodological way.

Five minutes were fleeting, and after resuming the shot, Tom's watch was visibly struggling — struggling in the right direction, and after three mistakes in a row, Tom finally got into the groove.

"What did he do to you?" Max shook his head constantly, the uncanny between his eyebrows lingering, and the painful struggle threw him into chaos.

"What?" Vincent didn't understand what Max meant. His brow furrowed slightly.

Max was enraged by Vincent's reaction—he had just killed a man and acted as if nothing had happened, and he was frighteningly cold-blooded. This made Max's anger vent out without a head, "What did he do to you!" "One word at a time. Almost every utterance was accented, as if to vent his frustration to Vincent.

"No, I'm seeing him for the first time tonight." Vincent shook his chin slightly, his eyes twinkle with subtle taunts and banter, as if he had heard the funniest joke of the year. He slowly leaned back in his chair and looked down at the information in his hand, as if he didn't intend to linger with Max.

But Max's love was out of control, "The first time you saw him, and then you killed him?" The unbelievable surprise was undisguised, as if there was an elephant in a taxi and Vincent didn't see it. Max looked up in the rearview mirror, trying to find a touch in Vincent's reaction—even if only a faint one.

Vincent didn't look up at all, his slightly drooping head was hidden in the shadows, as if all his expressions had been swallowed up, and in the flickering light, the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth was lightly outlined, "What? Can I only kill those I know? ”

"Nope." Max's brain was directly stuck, and he could only answer reflexively, and his brows couldn't help but become more entangled, and then he saw Vincent raise his head, raise his eyebrows slightly, and said in surprise, "Max, there are six billion people on the earth." When a fat boy dies, you're in a mess? "It's like Max is joking.

Max only felt that his stomach was rolling, his brain was completely knotted, he wanted to ignore the current situation, but his eyes couldn't help but cast his eyes in the rearview mirror, and then moved away, and so on, and again, and again, he couldn't concentrate at all now, and the road in front of him was blurred, but what was even more terrifying was that he still didn't calm down and drive, as if the whole world was turned upside down, "Then ......" Max didn't know what he wanted to ask, "Who is he?" ”

"What's your business?" Vincent's eyes narrowed slightly, and the shrunken pupils released a danger signal, like a poisonous snake locking on its prey, the muscles of his body tensed, and he fell into a moment of stillness, as if even the air was frozen, but in the next second, the poisonous snake struck suddenly, attacking with unmistakable accuracy, and the whole person popped out, staring at Max with both eyes, the devouring light circulated in the bottom of his eyes, but it was fleeting, and the hoarse and deep voice sounded, "Have you heard of Rwanda?" ”

The thrill of his life hanging by a thread made Max's anger burn too, "Yes! I know Rwanda! He didn't hesitate and hit it back with a hard stance. However, his breathing did not adjust for a while, and his stomach began to boil, but he gritted his teeth and suppressed all his feelings, but his cheeks, which gradually lost their blood, revealed his bad state at the moment.

Vincent raised his eyebrows slightly, and retreated expressionlessly, his whole body falling back into half bright and gloomy light, "There are tens of millions of people dying every day before sunset, and not so many people have died since Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Do you care about those deaths? The calm words were so bloody and cold that Max couldn't resist them at all, and could only subconsciously say "What?" ”

Vincent, however, had no intention of letting him go, and said aggressively, "Have you ever been to Amnesty International, Oxfam? Save the whales? Save the forest? The tight rhythm forced Max into a corner, his breathing stopped completely, and Vincent finally ended the argument with a "no" self-answer, and then leaned heavily on the back of the chair, only a third of his face was exposed to the beam of light in the center, and the mockery in his eyes loomed, "I killed a fat boy, and you were furious?" ”

"Man, I don't know any Rwandans!" Max's dry eyes blinked desperately, his brows were completely knotted, and he couldn't even breathe, he only felt like he was about to explode, relying on Ben/can retort.

But the remark did not provoke any reaction from Vincent, who simply uttered a monosyllabic tone mockingly, "You don't know the guy in the back compartment either." But such a brief rebuttal made Max completely exhausted, he could only say "Oh my God", and then he didn't know what to say, and the whole person looked left and right in frustration, and his hot breath almost melted him.

Even without looking up, Vincent could smell the anxiety and pain in Max's body, as if the whole car was starting to get agitated, his jaw muscles were completely tensed, and his impatience reached the extreme, turning into helplessness, "Well, if this makes you feel better, that person is a criminal." Involved with a criminal syndicate. ”

But no, this sentence pulled the trigger in Max's mind, a mocking smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, he looked in the rearview mirror, and began to attack without any scruples, "Then what are you doing?" Eliminate harm for the people? ”

Vincent was accustomed to Max's anger, but after a moment's thought, he said nonchalantly, "Yes, you can say that." His eyes remained on the materials in his hand and never looked away.

Max's tangled eyebrows couldn't hide all the anger at all, he raised his chin high, and looked haughtily and disdainfully at Vincent's shadow in the rearview mirror, "So, that means I can kill you, right?" The plain words revealed the determination of the fish to die and the net was broken.

"Cards!" (To be continued.) )

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