There are many ways to teach acting, and one of them is to go into battle in person, show the way, posture and essence of the performance, and then let the students understand it. Many directors are also keen to use this method in the process of directing, the most direct and effective way to tell the actor the specific effect he wants, and then the actor presents it according to his own understanding.

The advantages and disadvantages of this method are very obvious, the advantage is that you can clearly tell the actor his own requirements, and the actor only needs to follow the example to meet the shooting requirements; The disadvantage is that it restricts the actor's self-development space, and also limits the actor's understanding of the script.

As far as Lance is concerned, he doesn't like this method very much, because his experience has always taught him that the reason why actors are unique is because each actor has his own way of understanding the role, the script, and the performance, so different actors can burst out different sparks when playing the same role, and different actors can also have different chemical reactions with the same director.

Now, though, Tom is clearly hitting a bottleneck, and Lance has to try something different.

Tom folded his hands over his chest and looked at Lance's back as he walked towards the cab in some amazement. "Murder with a Knife" has been filming for five days, and Lance has shown his deep understanding of acting, and after putting into the performance, he has shown enough skill, solid basic skills and outstanding comprehension are impressive; But objectively speaking, the previous scenes were not very difficult, and the actors of the entire crew did not encounter much challenge, so Tom was still skeptical about Lance's acting strength.

It's not easy to make people believe in an unknown actor who has jumped out of an inexplicable corner.

Now, Lance actually wants to demonstrate? Tom thinks this is a very interesting thing, because Vincent and Max are two very different characters, and Lance's ability to excel in Max's role does not mean that he can digest Vincent's role. As for the previous explanations - it's one thing to say, it's another to do.

Lance got into the cab and beckoned to Hayden, who was standing at the back of the trailer. Hayden, who had been nervously watching the situation with Percy and Albert, saw Lance's gesture and ran over quickly. Lance whispered a few words to Hayden, and Hayden walked behind the camera. I picked up the light controller and began to fine-tune the light.

Lance took a deep breath, closed his eyes and began to settle his thoughts.

If he were to adopt a methodological performance at this time, Lance would need to fully enter Vincent's world and reminisce about the entire character build-up. Obviously, time is not enough, and Lance has been building Max's life lately, and suddenly taking on a different role will inevitably disrupt the rhythm of his performance - methodist acting takes time to prepare and brew, and it is definitely not that easy; But at this time, Lance was going to use the epithetical style to present it, mainly to present Tom with a kind of performance vein, and to express the feelings and connotations accurately, which was not difficult for Lance.

In the movie "Becoming Julia", the dialogue between the protagonists once depicts a scene in which the heroine, Julia, is acting out a state of grief on stage. Tears flowed down his face to the point of almost suffocation, and the realistic performance was amazing; Julia took advantage of the gap between the moves to the edge of the side stage, and then, with tears still glistening in her eyes, turned to the stage staff and reprimanded, "What the hell is the light going on!" After the reprimand, Julia turned her head and fell into a state of sadness to despair again, continuing the performance without the audience feeling the difference in the slightest.

This is the acting of the table xiàn school.

In the British orthodox academic acting class. They always emphasize that acting is a state in which an actor can enter or leave at any time, and can perform countless different roles in the same way. An actor must perform hundreds or thousands of roles in his lifetime, and this is what he is called an actor. is like the kind of method acting, if you don't go crazy, you can't survive, and you can't extricate yourself after entering the role, and even cause a mental breakdown, in the eyes of the British academy. They can't really be called actors - because they only play one or a few roles.

Although Lance can't reach the level of the protagonist in "Becoming Julia", the performance at his fingertips is not difficult, which is the basic skill that goes deep into the blood. It was like an audition in Paramount's office.

Tom saw Lance open his eyes and raised his hand to make an "OK" gesture, he thought he was saying it to himself, but subconsciously looked back and saw Hayden standing up, holding the script in his hand, he then turned his head again, and then he saw that Lance's state began to change little by little - the whole process seemed very long, but all the qiē seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.

Lance's head tilted slightly to the right, his chin was slightly raised, his face was hidden in a very subtle position, two-thirds of his face was hidden in the darker light, only a third of his cheeks poked out from behind the backrest of the passenger seat, and even half of his left eye could be seen, and the whole face didn't seem to have much expression, but between the changes of light and shadow, it made people feel that his inner thoughts were quietly surging.

The left eyebrow frowned slightly, piling up a beautiful arc, like the rolling mountains in an ink painting, the impatient love xù rippled like a dragonfly dotting water, and then he leaned on the back of the chair and sat up slightly straighter, his face slowly detached from the shadows, revealing two-thirds of the way, the light like flowing water flowed on the handsome face, and the irritability hidden between the eyebrows was like ripples, hidden under the surface of the water and slowly fainted.

What's even more amazing is that after taking off the glasses, Lance's face was not concealed, and the handsome features were fully revealed, but at this time Tom didn't have the heart to pay attention to this, all eyes were attracted by those half-hidden eyes, and his breathing quietly stopped.

It's hard to imagine that just one appearance can outline so many vivid details of the performance, and more importantly, even if no lines are spoken, the rhythm of the performance slows down unconsciously, as if every movement has been amplified.

"Okay, listen." Lance said calmly, the thin lips closed one by one, and the deep voice seemed to float quietly from the shadows on the right, like a wisp of ghost, "You originally decided to take me somewhere else, but ......" Lance's voice paused slightly, his eyes drooped down, and the hazy light pierced through the eyelashes like wings, hiding the thoughts in his eyes, but in an instant, he revealed a touch of impatience and determination, like a blade hidden behind him, just a pause of less than a millisecond, Lance then continued, "Fat Boy walked to the window and performed his high diving, and we're going to start Plan B now." There was no emotion in the calm words, only a slight slowdown in the pace of speech, but it created an atmosphere that gradually tightened, and the cold-blooded and ruthless understatement made people shudder.

Lance leaned forward a little more, his brow leaning slightly towards the middle, "Are you still breathing?" His voice rose slightly, with a hint of inquiry.

It's a pity that Lance didn't get a response, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and the love under his eyes began to swell slowly, and then his eyes drooped again, covering up all the feelings, he pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and the arc that seemed to be smiling inexplicably revealed a little mockery, which looked clear under the light, "Now, we have to do our best, strain, survival of the fittest, Darwin, bad things happen all the time, I Ching." The fragmented words seemed compact and powerful, one phrase after another popping out in an eerie rhythm, like a dagger piercing a burlap bag, the blade appearing little by little. Then, his eyes raised again, looking at the position of the driver's seat in front of him, and his voice suddenly became softer, "No matter what, be safe with the situation!" ”

"I Ching? What are you talking about! You threw a man out the window! Hayden's slightly stiff voice came from behind him.

Lance tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the impatience in his eyes flashed again, which was particularly conspicuous against the background of the hazy halo, which was shocking, "I didn't do this, he fell by himself." The simple words seem rigid and have an irrefutable firmness.

"And what did he do to you?"

"What?" Lance's voice rose softly and stopped abruptly, but it was like a dagger, short and sharp.

"What did he do to you?"

"No, I'm seeing him for the first time tonight." Lance frowned impatiently, as if he didn't want to dwell on the question at all, and leaned back in his chair, this time his whole face slowly submerged in shadow, like a submarine fading into the water.

"The first time you saw him, and then you killed him?"

An inaudible sneer came from the shadows, and Lance's expression was not clear in his sight, only a hint of mockery could be heard in his contemptuous voice, "What? Can I only kill those I know? ”

The unreasonable counterattack made Hayden stunned, and he just subconsciously said "no", and then Lance hung his head - not only did he not raise his head, but he lowered his head, and all his expressions became even more unclear, "Max, there are six billion people on the earth. When a fat boy dies, you're in a mess? The light words were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and they had irrefutable power.

"That'...... Who the hell is he? ”

"What's your business!" Lance raised his head again, and for the first time, his hard words showed fierceness, and impatient feelings burst out between the collision of teeth, "Have you heard of Rwanda?" Lance sat up straight suddenly, rushing out of the shadows like a cheetah, and the extremely suppressed emotion broke free from all restraints in an instant, and suddenly enlarged to the extreme in his pupils.

The heart, in an instant, stopped beating. (To be continued.) )

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