Chapter 549

"Detachment" is a very special work. Outside the narrative main line of the film itself, the lens is aimed at Henry, and a lot of interviews, or psychological monologues, are conducted to interpret and interpret the core idea of the story, and then blend into the theme of the film in a fragmented way. It's not a documentary narration, but a one act stage play.

This form of expression is very common in the drama, the most well-known is the classic lines in "Hamlet", which is a question worthy of consideration

The whole monologue is nearly 400 words, and the performance time is about three to five minutes. It is not only obscure, but also full of philosophical reflection, which is a severe test for the actors. However, with the wide spread of Shakespeare's plays, this iconic monologue has gained great fame. More and more people begin to practice it repeatedly, and gradually become an important part of basic performance class. The popularity of this monologue has risen sharply, leaving a false impression that it is not too difficult.

In "detachment", Tony focuses on the protagonist and gives Henry a lot of space for monologue, reflecting, introspecting, gossiping and murmuring, which endows the film with a unique texture based on text and performance.

But just because of this, the shooting process of the film can not be carried out in a linear way. When to shoot the story line, when to shoot the monologue, and how to coordinate the coherence and burst of emotion are all the problems Tony must think about in advance, and then the crew will make corresponding arrangements.

Today is the official start-up of "chaotuo". He relies on the metal pole of the bus stop sign on his back. His left leg often takes a half step back, lowers his head, takes out tobacco leaves and tobacco from his briefcase, and begins to roll up cigarettes. His drooping face has infinite concentration. The roar of the engine comes from the street. He raises his head and glances at the sound, In a flash, Guanghua revealed a little tension and confusion, but then he lowered his eyes again. Before the ripples could be opened, they disappeared without a trace, and he concentrated on cigarettes again.

The handsome face with green Hu slag, combed into a 28 point back hair, let the facial features show completely; The eyebrows of Na Ying Ting are calm and indifferent, without too much expression. The light of concentration is projected into the deep eyes, and scattered through the eyelashes; The relaxed corners of the mouth outline a touch of alienation and indifference, just like the mist on the lake in the early morning, silent and dense, but it always makes people want to peep.

At this time, the bell has stopped, the tail at the door of the teaching building has gone in, the whole playground is quiet, except for men, there is no other figure, even the noise is like smoke in general disappeared without a trace, the sudden silence with a trace of desolation.

The curl of silence fell on a man's shoulder like light smoke. He looked thin and thin. His calm face hardly had much expression. His slender fingertips flexibly rolled up the tobacco leaves. The introverted silence and dullness were really ordinary. It seemed that he didn't have any sense of existence standing on such an open and flat ground, But the whole body is emitting a sense of vagueness, which is hard to describe in words.

When the cigarette was finished, the man held the cigarette end in his mouth, but did not light it. He just stood quietly in the same place, letting the faint smell of smoke linger under his nose. There is no superfluous action, no superfluous expression, can not see in the end is sadness, pain, depression, expectation, happiness, indifference, to be exact, as if there is no emotion, just stand there, say it is transparent, there is no problem.

But it is such a figure, but it has an indescribable charm, an indescribable story. There is endless taste hidden between the sparse eyebrows. I can't tell. The way is not clear. Under the cold light, it flows slowly. People can't help but want to peep into that pair of eyes, trying to find an entrance from the pupil.

Then, the man gently bit the cigarette holder, turned around and walked straight towards the teaching building. They didn't light or lose their cigarettes; There is no sad spring hurt autumn, there is no emotional waves; There's not a single line, and there's no superfluous movement. In this way, like a model in general, standing in the same place, only five seconds, turned away.

That slightly straight shoulder, up the spirit, swagger, but it seems to be half tone, did not really look up and chest up, stride vigorous and fast, but it seems a little thin. Light and shadow quickly flow between the side face, shoulder line and forearm, outlining a touch of light loneliness, but it is only that, fleeting.

"Card!"