"Okay, listen." Vincent took a deep breath, looked at Max, who was almost suffocating, twisted his neck in annoyance, and said helplessly, "You originally decided to take me somewhere else, but the fat boy stood in front of the window and performed his high-altitude diving ......" Vincent pursed his lips, as if he was a little angry and a little annoyed, his eyes flashed slightly, and the stiffness of his cheeks could feel him clenching his teeth, "We're going to start Plan B now." Are you still breathing? ”

Max was completely speechless, his neck was stiff, his muscles were stiff, he clenched the steering wheel like a man, and subconsciously shook his head—his breath didn't go in or out.

Vincent raised his eyebrows, a touch of contempt in his eyes, and twisted his neck again, "We want to do our best, adapt, survival of the fittest, Darwin, bad things happen all the time, I Ching, no matter what, go with the flow." He shook his head slightly, as if he were giving a grand speech, and tried to calm Max down.

But obviously the effect was not obvious, Max's brows were entangled, and the irrepressible panic surged out like waves, "I Ching? Max just thought it was ridiculous, as if he was standing at the mouth of a rabbit hole, "What are you talking about!" Max looked at Vincent through the rearview mirror, and the anger mixed with the disbelief of the absurdity was projected, "You threw a man out the window!" ”

"I didn't do it, he fell on his own." Vincent's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said righteously.

Max still found it incredible, and he kept shaking his head, trying to deny reality, "And what did he do to you?" Max's voice seemed to be nothing but a cloud of air, all voices squeezing out of the depths of his throat.

"What?" Vincent didn't understand the meaning of Max's words, and frowned slightly.

Max had to adjust his breathing and said word by word, "What did he do to you?" But the slightly trembling throat, the constant shaking of the head, the restless legs, and the heavy breathing still revealed the confusion and confusion in his heart at the moment.

"Nope. I saw him for the first time tonight. Vincent thought the question was ridiculous, shook his head at the corners of his mouth, and then lowered his head to look at the information in his hand. It seems to put an end to this boring topic.

But Max raised his voice, a little out of control, "The first time you saw him, and then you killed him?" He only felt that his three views had been destroyed, and looked in the rearview mirror again. Trying to peek out an answer from Vincent's reaction.

Vincent lifted his chin, his eyes widened slightly, and his smoothed brow revealed a hint of comical mockery, "What? Can I only kill those I know? ”

Max's voice was stuck, and the nerve reflex reacted first, shaking his head, and then squeezing a "no" out of his throat, but Vincent was aggressive, and then said, "Max." There are six billion people on the planet. When a fat boy dies, you're in a mess? ”

Max shrugged, his brow tangled in tighter and tighter, "That'...... Who the hell is he? His eyes were constantly moving back and forth between the rearview mirror and the straight ahead, but even he didn't believe he could concentrate, as if all the fuzzy panic around him had made his body completely stiff, as if only his head could turn.

"What's your business!" Vincent lifted his chin slightly and said impatiently, his gaze firmly fixed on Max, "Have you heard of Rwanda?" ”

"Yes, I know Rwanda!" Max was also a little angry. He said it back directly by hitting the wall, but his breathing couldn't be adjusted, so that he couldn't help retching again, and his face gradually lost its ruddyness.

"Tens of millions of people die there every day before sunset. Since Nagasaki and Hiroshima, not so many people have died. Do you care about those deaths? Vincent's calm tone was mixed with impatience and irritation, and he threw it at Max like a whip.

"What?" Max was completely caught off guard.

"Have you ever been to Amnesty International, Oxfam? Save the whales? Save the forest? Vincent could see Max's speechless expression, and he replied directly in his place for Vincent, "No! Then he tucked at the corners of his mouth mockingly, and withdrew his gaze. glanced at the information on his lap, and then looked at Max again, "I killed a fat boy, and you were furious?" Finally, he ironically withdrew his gaze and looked out the window.

"Man, I don't know any Rwandans!" Max only felt that his head was about to explode, and he wanted to refute but couldn't find an exit, so he could only say it depressedly.

Vincent closed his eyes, grinding his teeth slightly, and looked at Max again, "You don't know the guy in the back compartment either. ”

"Oh my God." Max was utterly exhausted, but still sighed unwillingly, he looked up at the roof of the car, but saw nothing, and once again depressedly withdrew his gaze.

Vincent paused, saw Max's restless emotion, and thought, "Well, if that makes you feel better, that guy is a criminal." Involved with a criminal syndicate. ”

Max's brain still didn't turn around, his pupils were only blank, and the whole person shrank, "Then what are you doing?" Eliminate harm for the people? After the panic, Max began to taunt, and even he didn't realize that his breathing had gradually calmed down—no longer disordered, but replaced by a continuous rage.

Vincent raised an eyebrow, his gaze going back and forth between Max and the window, "Yes, you can say that." ”

Max shook his head, stopped talking, and then shook his head again, but finally didn't hold back, and looked sarcastically in the rearview mirror, "So, that means I can kill you, right?" ”

This inexplicable sentence made Vincent stunned, and when he reacted to what it meant, he didn't have time to refute, and the siren behind him sounded.

"Cards!" Percy's voice rang out again, ending the filming of the scene.

Tom was about to get out of the car to look back, but Lance turned his head directly, "Tom, you see that your head is shaking too often, and your gaze is constantly wandering. Lance knew that Tom was trying to express Vincent's irritability in this way, but the problem was that Vincent's irritability should not be expressed in this way.

This way of expressing Xiàn reflects the inner lack of confidence and uncertainty, at a loss, at a loss, and even without the master. So, Lance chose this way to show Max's panic. Vincent's panic was not because he was "uncertain", but because Max's panic had taken things off the rails, and he felt that Max didn't need to make a fuss at all, and Vincent's impatience should have prevailed - he had to continue the mission on the one hand, and act as Max's nanny on the other, which was not the rhythm Vincent liked.

Therefore, Tom's appearance will not only appear to be at the same frequency as Max, which will blur Vincent's personality, but also affect the momentum of the whole play - at this time, it is still Vincent who has the upper hand.

"You're back to your old habit of acting......" Before Lance could finish his words, Tom interrupted directly, "Let's take a look at the replay first, okay?" Tom glared at Lance, then walked out of the car impatiently, muttering, "You didn't even watch the replay, you know?" The mocking tone could barely be concealed.

Lance's irritable feelings also began to surge in his chest, and Tom's performance method just now returned to his most familiar comfort area, and he can be seen in works such as "Yihai Xiongfeng" and "Mr. Sweetheart", which can be seen in his similar performance methods, following the same routine to convey similar feelings.

For example, he will habitually bite the inside of his lower lip in this way to show that he is suppressing his feelings; For example, he will constantly shift his gaze and shake his head to convey the anxiety and fluctuations of his feelings; For example, he will deliberately speed up when he says his lines, and fully show the release of love; For example, he will shrink his pupils to indicate the turbulent thoughts in his heart......

It's a Tom Cruise-esque performance, and almost every expression has been carefully crafted over the years to ensure that he doesn't ruin his handsome appearance while performing it, while at the same time being able to inject the right emotion into the character. Even in the two works of "Magnolia" and "Night Interview with Vampire", they have never gotten rid of similar shadows.

Objectively speaking, there is no big problem with this way of acting, it can still accurately convey the feelings, and Tom did his best, which can be regarded as a good performance. But what Reims needs is not "good", but "wonderful". Such a performance may be enough in Michael Mann's version of "Murder with a Knife", but in Lance's version of "Murder with a Knife", after the details of the performance are infinitely magnified, it will seem rough and perfunctory, and the audience's emotional disconnection will become very strict.

The last thing Lance needs is for Tom to return to his old way of acting. Because this way is too idolistic, and the details are not strict enough, and the love xù excavation is also general, and everything that is profound has been blurred, maybe Tom can win the Golden Globe Award with such a performance, but it is definitely not an Oscar. This is also the fundamental reason why Lance did everything possible to persuade Tom to give up the right to confirm before the film started.

He needed Tom to get out of the comfort zone he was most familiar with, but the problem was that it had become a habit to make Tom successful for two decades.

Watching Tom walk towards the back of the monitor, stiff and impatient, Lance clenched his fists, he knew that a hard battle was coming, although much earlier than expected, but ...... It has indeed come. Straightening his spine, Lance opened the door and walked over. (To be continued.) )

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