MTL - I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad-Chapter 474 472. Finished

  Chapter 474 472. Completed

  There are no lines in this scene.

  Generally speaking, actors only need to pose there, and how the director shoots and how the camera moves is their own business.

  But some scenes are difficult, and it is difficult because there are no lines.

   In Wang Jiawei’s mind, this shot is actually a difficult point.

  That is how to reflect the feeling he wants.

What?

  You ask how it feels?

   Answer: I don't know.

  He couldn't describe it himself, but there was that hazy feeling.

  Because there is no script for filming, all the plots are in his heart. Therefore, sometimes he tortured not only the actors, but also the crew around him.

   Like a photographer.

  The photographer this time is an American named Philip Lesu.

French.

  Wang Jiawei's best friend.

   At the same time, he is also a master in the photography industry.

   Speaking of the most famous works... Will Smith's "Seven Pounds" was shot by him, and "Heart Tango" was also shot by him.

  And he is also the photographer of Wang Jiawei's films "Only One Sun" and "The Realm of the Soul".

   It is not wrong to say that it is for the queen.

  The two have collaborated many times, so Philip Lesu obviously knows Wang Jiawei's shooting habits very well.

   But even he occasionally shows impatience.

  You can imagine how annoying Wang Jiawei is.

  However, because Wang Jiawei could not give a specific plan for this scene, the shooting route gave Philip Le Su a very high degree of freedom.

  How to shoot this scene is free play.

  He can shoot whatever he wants, as long as the effect Wang Jiawei wants is finally shot.

And when Yang Mi is seated in the seat, and the brothel girls played by the girls who are called "Aunts" in the play are also ready, there is no need for Wang Jiawei to speak, and Philip sitting on the slide is facing each other. After adjusting the machine, he shouted in blunt Chinese:

   "OK, MIMI, I'm damned."

   "Poof..."

  Yang Mi, who had maintained a good expression originally, lost her skills in an instant.

  Let’s not talk about her, even the girls in the back burst out laughing.

  A series of laughter sounded like silver bells in the entire set room.

  The emotions that were finally adjusted were washed away, and Yang Mi said helplessly in English:

   "You can speak English, Philip."

   Philip Lesu, who didn't know what mistake he made, shrugged helplessly.

   It can be regarded as injecting a little vitality into the morning set.

  And then... endless torture.

  One play, one morning.

  …

  In fact, strictly speaking, Philip Le Su felt that he had achieved the effect he wanted the first time.

  After the official shooting of the laughter scene, Yang Mi readjusted her posture and entered the mood again.

  She didn't put on a sullen face on purpose.

  Actually, although Philip’s filming started when she was seated, her performance had already begun when she was walking.

  When she walks, she takes her left leg first, then forward, and then her right leg.

  Especially when he came to the chair, the sitting posture of the Da Ma Jin Dao, when he was seated, his left leg stepped to the position first, then his right leg turned to the left, and when he reached the seat position, he sat down directly.

   This can ensure that the moment she sits down, she will turn to the right and sit down.

   This is the "small seat" in Peking Opera.

   And her set of movements is also a dead rule of Peking Opera that has not changed for thousands of years.

  Small seat, just sit like this.

   Regardless of gender.

  No matter what the play is or what the position is, Xiao Zuo just walks like this, sits like this, and has to turn his body sideways like this.

   Dead rules, hard rules.

  At the same time, this kind of sideways, if the other party can cooperate, then the two only need to show sideways.

  At that time, the feeling of communication presented to the audience was not relying on face-to-face, or expression-to-expression subjective vision, but communicating through the "corners of the eyes", showing that vivid feeling.

   If it is more serious, this body also has a point.

  What is the "meridian style" angle, how to put the hands forward and backward, one virtual and the other solid on the knees to support the body, and how to look good, these are all a very elegant system.

   And after the 0th laugh of Philip's "I'm damned", Wang Jiawei also noticed an extra fan on the table when he was preparing again:

   "Props, take the fan away. Someone forgot their fan on the table..."

   This fan itself is for those aunts.

  Beauty rocking fan, gold is the main style.

  But as soon as he said this, Yang Mi stopped the prop who came over:

   "Director, I have some ideas of my own here."

  Wang Jiawei was a little confused:

"how?"

   "This fan is a must."

  She picked up the sandalwood fan painted black:

   "This fan will be pressed on my left hand in a while."

   "..."

  Although Wang Jiawei couldn't see his eyes with sunglasses on, Yang Mi looked at his silent appearance and knew that he was waiting for her to explain.

  Then continued:

  “In those days, when clasping fists, the left hand had to be pressed against the right, because the right hand was often used with swords, and the pressing signified peace.

  But... Gong Er is not convinced by Ye Wen.

  Because Director Wang, you didn't design a scene where the two meet and greet each other. So I devised an action of putting my right hand down and pressing the fan on the table with my left hand. According to the interpretation under normal circumstances, if I clasp the fan with my right hand, the hand that usually holds the weapon is exposed, which means a warning. Tell Ye Wen that you know what is going on in this competition.

  And if I sit on the left and show my right hand, it also means that I have already seized the opportunity. I can move whenever I want. Use this fan as a weapon to attack. But I won't hold it tight, it means I'm sure I'm going to attack. After all, today is a banquet, even if you want to fight, you have to wait until the end to fight.

   Therefore, the fan will not move here. And my hands are like this..."

  As she spoke, she sat down with an empty button:

  “I just put my hands on the fan. The reason is that my position here is on the right in the camera, but in fact, from my perspective, I am on the left.

  I am a member of the Gong family. The Gong family handles affairs openly and aboveboard, and will not take advantage of others. This is a "wenqi". And "wu qi" is what I just explained.

  In this scene, I have to fight Ye Wen **** for tat, and I can't lose the face of the Gong family. This is the action I designed.

  The left is respected, and there is no difference between respect and inferiority. In Gong Er's heart, he still looks down on Ye Wen. In the previous scene, Gong Yutian personally said to Gong Er: The winning party treats guests. Logically speaking, Ip Man should be sitting in my seat. After all, judging from the drinking position, the guest of honor is on the left hand side of the guest of honor. The host is the person who treats the guests to dinner.

  But I am not, so I still sit on the left. And when I sit in this position, I am the host, and Ip Man is just the guest. The Gong family has never been defeated, and if they lose, the Gong family will find it themselves.

  So, from the perspective of the relationship between the master and the slave, and the perspective of camera deconstruction, this fan is clasped in the left hand, so it can be explained in this way. This is my own design. From the lens, to the change of the character's psychology...

  Because there were no lines in the first scene, I think this sudden change in the first scene can just be combined with the unceremoniousness of the two of them confronting **** for tat in the second scene. Just now I had a chat with Brother TONY, and he thought it was very good. "

   "..."

   "..."

   "..."

   After Yang Mi finished explaining, Liang Chaowei nodded.

  Obviously, Yang Mi also successfully persuaded him to use this somewhat contradictory "male and female reversed" lens to shoot.

  People including Wang Qingxiang and Zhang Jin who were waiting at the scene had already surrounded them.

   Xu Haofeng and the others on the sidelines were also thoughtful.

  Old Xu looked at Yang Mi who sat up again and kept her fan still, and subconsciously sighed.

  Grandma's.

   Absolutely.

   What did I say, why do you sit right and face left... It turns out that there is such a design.

Amazing.

  This design…

  She thought of it herself? Or... Xiao Xu was behind to help out with suggestions?

   Absolutely Hey!

  …

  Xu Haofeng didn't know, but Xu Xin thought the same as him. The relationship between the left and right positions in this scene is the interpretation given by Yang Mi herself.

   belongs to her own understanding of the role.

   After she finished explaining, Wang Jiawei didn't say anything, but this time instead of Philip, he called out ACTION.

   There is no need to think about acting skills.

  Yang Mi knows the role of Gong Er very well.

  She maintained this posture, staring with both eyes.

  From the figure, gestures, and eyes, after appropriating the framework of the Peking Opera small seat, the beauty that is very rich no matter what angle you look at it comes out all at once.

  This is the charm of traditional opera culture.

  It is also a heritage that has accumulated for a hundred years.

   According to his own ideas, Philip quickly finished filming the first scene.

   While filming, he shouted "BRAVO".

  But here is Sunglass King...

   "Mimi, you are changing the angle. This time, sit on the left and take a look..."

  Okay, this is the second time.

   "Don't clasp the fan this time...Take the fan away and let's have a look."

  Third time.

   "Can your eyes be more illusory, don't focus so much, and express some preoccupied feelings."

  Fourth time.

   "Philip, try phasing in and out."

  Fifth time.

   "Let's change it again, try to take a picture from the perspective of the aunts, from the back to the front..."

  Sixth time...

   Over and over and over and over again.

   One morning passed.

have lunch.

  An empty lunch box was placed beside Yang Mi.

   He also held a copy in his hand.

   Picking up her second pork knuckle rice, she glanced at it.

   After confirming that no one was paying attention to her, she murmured to Sun Ting:

   "Grandma has a leg...I feel like I'm going to get hemorrhoids."

   "Puff...cough cough cough."

  Sun Ting covered her mouth, careful not to spray her rice grains on Yang Mi, while trying to calm down her breath.

  Sister has hemorrhoids?

  Why don't I know?

  Together for so many years...why haven't I heard of it?

its not right.

  Sister usually likes to exercise so much, how could she get hemorrhoids?

   Moreover, the probability of women's hemorrhoids is lower than that of men.

unless…

   "!"

  As if thinking of something, her pupils shrank suddenly.

   Good... good guy.

  Play...play Tinghua.

  Having been together for three or four years, Sun Ting, who could no longer bring any "freshness" at work, calmed down her cough and whispered:

   "Sister, I'm going to buy a tube of Ma Yinglong for preparation?"

   "...Isn't that thing for acne?"

  Yang Mi asked in surprise.

  Sun Ting is speechless:

   "That's hemorrhoid cream!"

   "I don't have hemorrhoids or acne, what do I use that for?"

   "...???"

  Sun Ting was even more speechless:

   "Then you just said..."

  Hearing this, Yang Mi was dumbfounded:

  "Isn't that an adjective? I sat on a hardwood bench all morning, my **** hurts now~"

   "..."

  In the company's so-called "under two people, above ten thousand" Director Sun opened his mouth...

   Finally lowered his head again.

   Two words flowed faintly in my heart:

   "Bull batch."

  …

  June 4th.

   Yuanan.

   "Everyone, it's the last scene. The filming is over, and we're off to the wrap-up banquet. Director Xu treats you!"

   Lin Gou, who was covered in bluish-purple paint and didn't even remove his makeup, shouted this sentence.

   Just now, after he and Liu Yifei finished shooting the scene where Jing Qiu "smiled" seeing off the third child, the emotions of more than two months were completely released.

  I've gotten carried away by now.

  In all honesty, the acting was really enjoyable.

  Growth is also really a lot.

  In this play, Lao Xu has figured himself out.

  From the youthful comparison with Liu Yifei at the beginning, to the tacit understanding developed a little bit later, after this scene, Lin Xunxin's spirit is completely relaxed at the moment.

  At this moment, he saw Liu Yifei who was still shedding tears.

   Obviously, the other party has not escaped from the finale of the script of "Jing Qiu Farewell to the Third".

  So he stepped forward and patted Liu Yifei on the shoulder.

   "Hey, look, I'm alive again."

  The moment Liu Yifei raised his head, he said this sentence.

   As for this "The Hawthorn Tree", Liu Yifei, who can be said to be "deeply affectionate", was stunned for a moment...

   "Poof..."

   Instantly burst into laughter.

   Even, because she was crying so hard, the snot bubbles came out when she squirted.

   But Lin Xunxin doesn't care.

   Just opened his arms.

   and Liu Yifei embraced together.

   It's not that the two are in a relationship, but as work partners, during the two months of repeatedly jumping out and jumping into the character's mental journey, the two have a more intimate relationship than others.

   Embracing the beauty in his arms.

  He patted the other person's back without any lust:

   "Okay, don't cry. The last shot will be done in a while, let's have a drink tonight."

"…Um."

  Liu Yifei gave her own feedback.

  She patted Lin Juxin on the back, signaling him to let go of her.

   Then he beckoned to the makeup artist, signaling to touch up his makeup.

  While letting the puff slap her cheeks, she looked at Liu Xiaoli who came over specially when she learned that her daughter was going to be married.

  Mom arrived yesterday.

   After arriving, I followed myself for a day.

  When she returned to her residence last night, she even mentioned it to herself.

   roughly means:

   "Why do I feel that when Xu Xin took pictures of you, he felt very dull."

   Is it bland?

maybe.

  She didn't explain that much to her mother.

  Because...not "Jing Qiu" herself, I wouldn't feel this way.

  This script was not based on the kind of yelling and heart-piercing filming.

  It is like a small river, a winding stream, infiltrating all things silently.

  The emotional line between the third child and Jingqiu is advancing layer by layer.

   If you look at it from the middle, you will feel that this movie is very "vegetarian".

  No substantive conflict, nothing particularly memorable.

  But if you watch it from the beginning and watch it slowly, she believes that the audience will definitely feel the kind of feeling that she feels...in this specific era, the delicate emotions in the pale background.

  So, the later the acting, the more natural her emotions become.

   This feeling is more sincere.

  Mom doesn’t understand, it’s okay.

   After it is released, take her to see it, she will know...

  Thinking of this, she unconsciously turned her head to look at Xu Xin.

  The creator of all this is at this moment with Director Zhang, looking at the footage on the monitor, not knowing what they are talking about.

  She didn't even try to guess.

   I just closed my eyes again, adjusted my emotions silently, and prepared for the last scene, which represents the timeline of the entire movie, and was ridiculed by the crew as the last road of "walking the world".

  Actually, she thinks she has a certain sensitivity.

  Whether a work is good or bad... No matter how dull an actor is, after filming the whole story in person, he should have a general evaluation in his heart.

   In this drama, whether she herself or Xu Xin, what she is pursuing is actually a transformation.

   Let her break away from the image that fettered her in the past, and spread her wings and fly high like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon.

  She wondered if the audience's evaluation would change after the film was released.

  But in her heart, she has completely completed the transformation.

   Sure enough... Did you go the wrong way before?

  For the sake of fame, for the sake of fame and fortune, endlessly go to the announcement, run to the crew, brush your face, and raise your popularity.

  Now think about it...

  I really wasted a lot of good time.

  Reading, experiencing, perceiving, thinking...

  Calm down and don't fight for coffee positions or resources. Instead, be a pure actor and use your works to speak...

   It turned out to be such a wonderful taste.

  In this drama, from the previous audition, to the preparation stage of returning to the countryside, and now there are almost no obstacles, everything is so natural, it makes her intoxicated and obsessed.

  So...is it such a wonderful thing to be a pure actor doing a job you like?

   Prosperity, fame and wealth are just embellishments.

  The most important thing is to return to the original intention and devote myself to every performance.

  This feeling is wonderful and makes people linger.

  Thinking of this, she closed her eyes and let the makeup artist hold the powder puff brush on her face, and she showed a disastrous smile again.

  …

  Xu Xin's side.

   He didn't know what he did, what kind of transformation he brought to an actress, he was actually quite disturbed.

  Like a child waiting for the teacher to correct his homework.

  The chapter of "The Death of the Third Brother", as the finale of the whole play, is also a sublimation point and a tear-jerking point...

   It can be said that whether this movie can leave an unforgettable impression in the hearts of the audience, in the layer-by-layer advancement of a little overlapping plot, this is the incense stick after praying to the Buddha for three thousand knees.

   Once lit, it will be done.

   Can't light...

   Well, then you have to reshoot.

  Anyway, Liu Yifei's performance is impeccable with him.

   As for Lin Gou...

   What a joke.

  Lying on the hospital bed, holding your breath and pretending to be dead, grab some soy sauce...how dare you lick your face and come to me.

   Phew!

  You still dare to hug my teeth...ah no, fairy sister.

  Sun thief, if I don’t **** on you for a while, grandpa’s surname is not Xu!

   And now that the old man is checking the camera, he has a sense of déjà vu that the winter vacation is starting, and the teacher has to check the winter vacation homework.

   My heart was full of ups and downs, and I was very nervous.

   Zhang Yimou did not speak.

   Frowning, he sat on the monitor and checked the footage repeatedly.

  Camera, angle, expression, emotion...

  He watched "frame by frame".

  He asked Xiao Xu to film this script.

   Now, except for the last symbolic "road ahead", everything has been filmed.

  Although he hasn't edited yet, as a director, he naturally has the ability to connect the whole drama in his heart.

   I read it several times.

  Finally, I drooped my eyelids, and silently recalled all the filming clips of the hawthorn tree I had seen in my heart.

  Feeling that the first shot was in Xu Xin's hands from the beginning, a little bit of accumulated emotions.

   Push higher and higher.

   Push it bigger and bigger.

at last…

Snapped!

  In this scene, all emotions are released.

   "..."

   I thought about it for about ten minutes.

  He nodded:

"Um."

   gave the most pertinent evaluation of his students:

"Can."

  No more, no less.

   Not even willing to give more.

  I’m afraid that I will show a student pride next to me, “I just handed in my homework at the beginning of school, hey, the school suddenly came to send a notice, postpone the start of the class, and have another holiday”.

   But anyway.

   He is very satisfied with this movie.

  Xiao Xu made it...great.

  So.

  In the last shot, Liu Yifei is walking on a country road with crisp seedlings, and fades away from the scene.

   "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree", finished.

  THEEND

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  (end of this chapter)