Xia Bohe was attending class and filming at the same time.
Unknowingly, her acting skills have improved a bit.
She didn't notice it at first, but it may be that the quantitative change has caused the qualitative change, and water drops through stone.
When she was in the crew, she found that she had a very clear feeling when she watched those actors play against each other.
— The lines of this ensemble performance have a wrong rhythm and are too fast.
- The eyes of the female number three are a little weaker, she may need to learn not to blink for a minute.
—The second male lead shrugs unconsciously every time he speaks in front of the camera, his movements are small but ugly.
…
In the past, Xia Bohe could only feel that the other party's acting skills were slightly inferior, but she couldn't really tell where the difference was.
If she wanted to guide the other party to improve, Xia Bohe had to think about it first, how she would act if it was her, instead of starting from the other party's point of view.
If a thousand people act, there will be a thousand Hamlets.
Her previous guidance to people all carried strong self-characteristics.
But now, she suddenly comprehended and knew where the other party's fault was.
Acting was originally in her mind, and she couldn't tell what was going on, it was just a process of experiencing emotions and then outputting, but now she seemed to have a system in her mind suddenly.
"Stop! What are you mad about? Did you break up with your girlfriend? Did you miss the subway? Got money stolen?"
Director Guo lost his temper with Xue Yan again on the set.
"What you are facing is that the master was killed, and the brother died tragically in front of you."
"Grief is mixed, blood is surging, and I spit out a mouthful of blood in extreme pain!"
"You give the camera more emotions, more!"
"Don't act like I'm constipated!"
Xue Yan has obviously lost weight recently. He studied the script hard, listened to the director's small lessons, and accepted Zhou Weize's make-up lessons. His acting skills have improved a lot.
But when faced with the emotions of opening and closing, he still can't handle it.
He is only 24 years old, and he has never experienced life and death in reality.
In the Xianxia drama, he has to perform the pain of life and death, the pain of the skin, and face the gritted hatred of the enemy. Although he has improved, he is still a little bit worse.
This is worse, and it will be magnified in front of the close-up.
The grief couldn't be overcome, his facial expressions and body movements were all dragging his feet, and it was difficult to solve it even with eye drops.
Director Guo scolded him again, and patiently told him about the play, and even gave him guidance.
"Think about the saddest thing, have you lived well until now?"
"Is there a time when you can't act?"
"Have you ever watched an opportunity being snatched away and vowed to get it back?"
"Xiao Wang, play a song, something tragic, let him cry for an hour before filming!"
This kind of emotional mobilization is especially common in the crew.
The director has his own way of dealing with those who are not good at crying and sad scenes.
After Guo Dao finished speaking, he left with his hands behind his back.
Xue Yan took a deep breath, clenched his fists and began to recall his darkest moment, trying to mobilize all the grief and anger in his memory.
Xia Bohe sat beside her, drank the warm milk that Lin Qi handed over, and blinked.
Tentatively walked over.
"Do you want to try my way?"
She has a feeling that she knows how to guide others.
But she hasn't tried it, so she doesn't know if it will work.
Xue Yan was stunned for a moment, and when she looked up, she saw Xia Bohe's face was rosy, her eyes were shining, she was wearing a pure white Han suit, she was as beautiful as a goddess.
But in the next second, the words of the 'goddess' were very cruel.
"Well, there's a quick way."
"You carry the box of mineral water from the crew on your back, from here to outside—"
"run."
"Run until the director returns."