Movie Master

Chapter 299

Tom looked at Lance in front of him seriously, and after a long silence, he opened his mouth and said, "So, when you first met, did you take it seriously?" It wasn't just nonsense and nonsense just to attract Tom to join him. of.

Lance drew the corners of his mouth lightly, "I will do my job well, and you will do your job well. As for the result, we will know." Now Tom is in the same boat, so there is no need to use rhetoric anymore Go on. Compared with the uncertain future, the most important thing now is to get Tom into the state as soon as possible.

"I'll give you five minutes to prepare, and then we'll start shooting." Lance nodded slightly at Tom, and then walked aside.

Hayden had come back to his senses at this time, and looked at Lance with a smile, his eyes were full of emotions without any cover, and he wrote clearly, "I knew you could do it", and "I told you a long time ago up". When preparing for "City of God", Hayden suggested that Lance direct and act on his own. As a friend who has known each other for many years, Hayden has absolute confidence in Lance's strength.

Lance just smiled. In fact, the scene just now looked very simple on the surface, but Lance was opportunistic. He used the change of light to complete the performance-this should be attributed to the director, which weakened the difficulty and thickness of the performance itself, and achieved The effect is not discounted in any way. But even so, Lance still faintly felt a little strenuous. Performing this kind of thing really needs to be repeated for many years. Those old British Academy actors will return to the West End of London every once in a while and reappear on the stage. This is the reason. Lance hadn't performed in the past two years, and he can still feel the impact of the blank period.

Real insiders understand why some directors are always able to bring out the best actor and actress, but why some directors never have the chance to win acting awards. Except for a director like James Cameron who concentrates all his energy on the combination of visual effects and stories, except for a director like Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu who deliberately shows off his skills and infinitely magnifies the power of director and editing In fact, during the shooting process, the director's use of the lens and the control of the performance space are closely related to the performance of the actors.

For example, "Murder with a Borrowed Knife", if filmed according to Michael Mann's method, the creation of the atmosphere is second to none, but the performance depends more on the explosion of the actors themselves. However, if the shooting is done according to Lance's method, it will not only leave a large blank space for the actors to play freely, but also use lighting, lenses and other methods to magnify these details.

Of course, different shooting methods will inevitably require some sacrifices. For example, Michael Mann's method will make the movie more thrilling and suspenseful, closer to the nature of commercial movies; but Lance's method will make the movie more independent, and if he wants to gain at the box office, the overall rhythm of the movie The control must be accelerated, and the rhythm of the main line and the performance rhythm cannot be slowed down together, otherwise it will be a disaster.

Filming "Killer" was difficult, and doing it the way Lance did it was even more difficult.

Patting Hayden on the shoulder, Lance explained, "Let Albert reawaken everyone, cheer up, and shoot in five minutes." After speaking, Lance sat aside and quietly began to read the script .

After stepping away from Vincent's show, Lance must re-enter Max's world. Max’s performance cannot be simply expressive. The reason why Lance wrote the biography of Max and Vincent is because these two characters carry the core of the story of the script, so he must understand Max’s character thoroughly. The role is to drive the performance of expressionism in a method-style way.

Five minutes passed quickly, and after resuming shooting, Tom's performance was obviously struggling-struggling in the right direction. After three consecutive mistakes, Tom finally entered the state.

"What did he do to you?" Max kept shaking his head, the disbelief between his brows was still lingering, and the painful struggle plunged him into chaos.

"What?" Vincent didn't understand what Max meant, and frowned slightly.

However, Max was irritated by Vincent's reaction—he just killed a person without incident, it was chillingly cold-blooded, which made Max vent his anger without thinking, "He treats you What did you do!" He paused every word, and almost every word was accentuated, as if to vent his dissatisfaction to Vincent.

"No, it's the first time I've seen him tonight." Vincent shook his chin lightly, his lowered eyelids flickered with slight sarcasm and banter, as if he had heard the funniest joke this year. He slowly leaned back in the chair, looked down at the information in his hand, as if he didn't intend to continue entangled with Max.

But Max lost control of his emotions, "You saw him for the first time, and then you killed him?" The unbelievable surprise was undisguised, like an elephant in a taxi, but Vincent Didn't see it. Max raised his head and looked in the rearview mirror, trying to find a touch from Vincent's reaction—even if it was only a faint trace.

Vincent didn't look up at all, his slightly drooping head was hidden in the shadows, as if all his expressions had been swallowed up, under the flickering light, the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth was slightly outlined, "What? Can I only kill those I know?"

"No." Max's brain was directly stuck, and he could only answer reflexively, his brows became more tangled, and then he saw Vincent raised his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised He said, "Max, there are six billion people on the planet. When a fat man dies, you will be in chaos?" As if it was Max who was joking.

Max only felt his stomach rolling, his brain was completely knotted, he wanted to ignore the current situation, but he couldn't help but cast his gaze to the rearview mirror, then moved away again, and so on , Repeatedly, he can't concentrate at all now, the road in front of him has become blurred, but what is even more frightening is that he still hasn't calmed down to drive, as if the whole world has turned upside down, "Then..." Max didn't know what he wanted to ask, "Who the hell is he?"

"It's none of your business." Vincent narrowed his eyes slightly, and the shrunken pupils released a danger signal, like a poisonous snake locking its prey, his muscles tensed up, and he fell into a momentary stillness, as if Even the air froze, but in the next second, the poisonous snake attacked suddenly and accurately, and the whole person popped out. His eyes were fixed on Max, and the gnawing light flashed in his eyes, but in an instant After a while, the hoarse and deep voice rang out, "Have you heard of Rwanda?"

The thrill of his life hanging by a thread made Max's anger burn, "Yes! I know Rwanda!" Without hesitation, he slammed back directly with a head-on attitude. But he didn't adjust his breathing for a while, and his stomach began to boil violently, but he clenched his teeth and suppressed all his emotions, but his cheeks, which gradually lost their blood color, revealed his terrible state at the moment.

Vincent slightly raised his eyebrows and tail, backed away expressionlessly, and his whole body fell into the half bright and dark light and shadow again, "Tens of millions of people die there every day before sunset, since Nagasaki and Hiroshima, , not so many people died. Do you care about those deaths?" The calm words were bloody and cruel, which made Max completely overwhelmed, and could only subconsciously say "What?"

But Vincent didn't intend to let him go, and said aggressively, "Have you participated in Oxfam organized by Amnesty International? Save the whales? Save the forest?" The tight rhythm forced Max to a corner, and he stopped breathing completely. And Vincent finally put an end to the debate with a question of "no", and then he leaned heavily on the back of the chair, only one-third of his face was exposed to the central beam of light. The sarcasm loomed, "I killed a fat boy, and you got angry?"

"Dude, I don't know any Rwandans!" Max's dry eyes blinked desperately, his brows were completely knotted together, he couldn't even breathe, he just felt like he was going to explode, relying on Ben/ can refute.

But these words did not arouse any reaction from Vincent, he just uttered a monosyllabic breath mockingly, "You don't know the man in the trunk either." But such a short rebuttal made Max completely At the end of his words, he could only say "Oh my God", and then he didn't know what to say. He looked around depressedly, and his hot breath almost melted him.

Even without raising his head, Vincent could smell the anxiety and pain on Max's body, as if the whole car began to stir, his jaw muscles tensed completely, and his impatience reached the extreme, turning into helplessness , "Well, if that makes you feel better, that man is a criminal. Something to do with someone from a crime syndicate."

But I didn't want to, these words pulled the trigger in Max's mind, a mocking smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, he looked in the rearview mirror, and started to attack without any scruples, "Then what are you doing? Killing harm for the people? "

Vincent was used to Max's anger, so he just thought about it for a while and said casually, "Yes, you can say that." His gaze still stayed on the document in his hand, and he never moved away.

Max couldn't hide all the anger between his tangled brows, he raised his chin high, and looked at Vincent's shadow in the rearview mirror with pride and contempt, "So, this means that I can kill It's you, right?" In the plain words, there is a determination to kill the fish and break the net.

"Card!"

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