prey.
Sammy herself was taken aback when the word entered her mind, but the unprecedented sense of realism completely calmed her mind. She didn't have time to think at all. There seemed to be an invisible link between the two of them. The rope, pulling her forward, and moving forward again, the content of the script has been transformed into the instinct/energy of the body, firmly imprinted in the depths of the soul, and she enters a brand new world without hindrance, the world that belongs to Henry—
I stared blankly at this tearful face, red eyes, and tired brows. The eyes hidden behind the eyelashes could not be seen clearly, and I could only capture the fragility that was shattered at a touch from the embarrassment of the cheeks. That rich sadness has turned into a substantial coldness, and it has been surging wave after wave.
But the despair hidden behind the icy cold made her heart begin to beat, thump, thump, as if the blood of two people were connected, stepping on the same rhythm, and even the souls began to blend. But the devil in her heart began to say: No one can be trusted, no man can be trusted, they are all the same, all are, for her, men are just tools for making money, and the prey she relies on to survive.
So, Erica bit her lower lip lightly, then raised her index finger, wiped off the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, and those huge bright eyes looked at the man motionless. He didn't pretend to be pitiful, but his weak eyebrows, innocent eyes and red lips were already naturally weak, revealing his weak position.
Eyes rolled, Erica looked at the man up and down. His eyes fell on the dirty floor of the bus, and he didn't lift it up. Looking at the pair of shiny leather shoes, he began to think carefully. The drunkard who was slapped on his debts just now, and the drunkard who slapped his face, was gone in a blink of an eye. Leaving it behind, she thought, maybe she can get the first pot of gold tonight from this man, so what price should she sell it for
Such sanctimonious gentlemen are often more terrifying beasts, and they are willing to pay more in order to maintain their perfect image.
Erica couldn't help but look forward to it. She quietly raised the corner of her eyes and looked at the man's eyes from the corner of her eyes. How could he not bear when he saw such a weak and helpless self, and such a delicate and lovely self
However, Erica was disappointed. Out of the corner of her eyes, she only caught a numbness, with bursts of icy cold and chill, and quietly pulled the distance between the two of them. The pair of eyebrows that gradually stretched out were calm. And calmly, the pair of eyes hidden behind the tears and eyelashes were deep and silent, and there was no special expression on the whole face, not even sadness, which was incompatible with the tears on his face.
The vicissitudes like a cloud of glaze, making people sad.
Erica hurriedly lowered her eyes, collected her thoughts, clenched her fist secretly, and blamed herself for being distracted. Then he stood up again, patted the dusty part casually, and his mind started to work quickly. At least, he doesn't seem to have any aggression, nor any sharpness. The indifference of alienation is so soft, as if hundreds of millions of years of ice have accumulated on Iceland, and the transparency of the exterior penetrates into the inner core bit by bit, transforming It is azure blue, I thought it would be icy thorns, but it was a soft start.
Erica felt every muscle in her body moaning/groaning and complaining, the ubiquitous pain made her arch her back almost unbearably, but she couldn't give up, so she grabbed the handrail with both hands. , gritted his teeth and straightened his body again, then gently swayed his body along the sway of the bus, showing his slightly exposed waist and his hips wrapped in a cheap fabric miniskirt, and his slightly drooping head looked at each other from bottom to top , the corner of his mouth outlines the brightest smile, his eyes slowly and slowly roll over the other's face, and the ambiguity/ambiguity that he wants to talk about cannot be more obvious.
The man didn't dodge her gaze, just raised his eyes and looked at her peacefully, she could easily see every detail on the expression. However, Erica was disappointed, she didn't catch anything, as if she was a stone, the numbness made her mouth full of bitterness.
Hidden under this calm and peaceful surface, it seems that nothing has been said, but it seems that everything has been said. That vicissitudes of life, that numbness, that sadness, like the bright moonlight in the night, sprinkled down.
This made Erica's expression pause for a moment. The painful expression rolled in her eyes, and her panicked emotions kept rushing. She was overwhelmed. She pretended that the corner of her mouth was in pain and avoided her eyes, but the calm eyes still let her. I felt an unprecedented nakedness, not contempt, nor desire, nor pity, but calmness. However, this kind of calmness was sharper than any negative emotion, and she couldn't raise her head in embarrassment.
Henry looked at her clumsy and vulgar seduction/seduction skills, young and immature, clumsy enough to make people want to laugh, with a strong sense of humor, but there was no smile at the corners of his mouth and eyes, just a touch of it. Disillusionment is fleeting. He was tired, tired, tired, and just wanted to leave, far away.
The bus has arrived.
Henry stood up and stood by the back door; Erica pressed closer and fell behind him. Then Henry got out of the car, Erika got out of the car, and the two walked away one after the other.
Henry was walking, Erica was walking, and the cameraman was walking. Because they didn't hear the director's instructions, they could only continue to operate, but this scene had already been filmed, and the shots and lights of the next scene were not ready, and a group of three disappeared into the darkness in a blink of an eye.
Tony stared blankly at the screen, an uncontrollable sadness welled up spontaneously, the bitterness and despair that was stuffed in his chest made people breathless. At this moment, he really realized what a perfect performance is! What a wonderful performance! What is the limit of acting! With just one performance by the actors, the whole script is connected and the theme sublimated. The vivid layers, complicated angles and rich connotations are vividly displayed in the short performance.
Now Tony finally understands what Renly means, why Renly keeps asking to start over, why Renly attaches so much importance to the script, the characters, the communication between the director and the screenwriter, why Renly is always figuring out the details of the performance, and more importantly Yes, which piece of the puzzle was missing from the previous performance!
Tony didn't know what was going on in Renly's performance. He was not an actor after all, but he could clearly feel that Renly's entire performance had undergone a reborn transformation and achieved a qualitative leap. Now I can finally feel that the entire performance, the entire story, and the entire space are full. One point is too much, and one point is not enough. It is perfect.
Even more commendable: there are no lines. In this whole scene, Renly didn't have a line, but the accuracy and place of emotion filled the whole camera lens, this is the real performance!
"Wow!" Tony finally reacted, exclaimed in amazement, and then covered his mouth, but the emotion in his chest was still uncontrollable, so he couldn't bear it any longer, and jumped up directly, holding his hands high and enjoying himself He cheered loudly, "Wow! Wonderful! Wonderful! It's so amazing! Perfect! Ahhh, so damn perfect!" Then he started hugging everyone around him like a child, mouth Li also screamed and screamed, ignoring his director image at all.
In stark contrast, it is the silence and rigidity of the entire crew. They were all exchanging glances, their eyes filled with uncertain confusion: What the hell happened
There are specialties in the art industry, they know their own work well, but they do not have a clear understanding of the work of actors, and many people even lack the most common appreciation ability. However, everyone has eyes and feelings. They can deeply feel the difference of the scene just now. The rich and complex emotions are indescribable in words, but their mouths are full of bitterness. , the kind of loss and sadness in the heart made the atmosphere suppressed.
It turns out that the performance can be so wonderful, the performance can be so shocking, the performance can be so wonderful, the performance can bring so much reflection and precipitation, the performance can complement and help the script, and the performance is not just a pawn in the hands of the director , can also be the key to lighting up the whole work...
"First Evolution"
There is such a big gap between actors and actors.
Everyone has a ruler in their hearts, and the excellence and excellence of this play is beyond doubt. Renly's perseverance over and over again has finally paid off. Thinking back carefully, the crew was extremely hard-working, so what about Renly, who had to insist on going into battle in person and really crying in every scene? So what about Renly, who is constantly researching, challenging, and reflecting on every scene
There were sixty-nine shootings in a scene, and they just stood by and kept repeating the same set of work. It was boring, but it was just that. So what has Renly experienced during these sixty-nine shoots
Nobody knows. Because Renly never complained. He always just prepares, thinks, and ponders silently. Whenever he has time, he reads the script over and over again, and whenever there is a gap, he examines himself over and over again. No one could imagine how much pressure was on Renly's shoulders.
Jeremy lowered his head to wipe the embarrassment on his cheeks, and glanced secretly at the other colleagues around him, but everyone avoided their eyes in embarrassment and pretended to look into the distance. The sense of shame made Jeremy at a loss. But he had to bite the bullet and shout, "Tony, the shooting isn't over yet."
After hearing the prompt, Tony reacted, "Ka, yes, it's over, ka, kaka."