Chapter 555

"Card! No, it's not like that. It's not in the right mood. I need to put it out a little bit. I need to put it out a little bit. "

"Raleigh, Raleigh hall, I do ask for more emotion, but it's not that kind of soap opera exaggeration. It seems too cheap."

"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough! I said, "not enough!"

"Card! KAKA! This kind of eyes is not real, there is no convincing, it looks like eye drops

"God, what can I say? It's not right, it's not right to feel, it's not right to feel, it's not right to be emotional, it's not right to be atmosphere. "

"Come again, come again, come again."

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This is the biggest challenge Langley has faced since he started acting. Although the difficulty of the play itself is not small, it is not the most important point. The point is that Tony's requirements for the play are not clear, and his own interpretation of the play is not clear enough. Therefore, the performance presented in front of the camera always lacks that kind of texture, let alone the level and depth that lenley hopes to present.

On the third day of shooting, the curtain fell among countless "ng". After shooting a play for three days, there was still no progress. It still revolved around the origin. The atmosphere of the whole crew was a little depressed, so that when the fourth day's work officially began, everyone was a little frustrated.

He was still shooting the same scene for three days in a row, and there was no progress. Lanli's mood was inevitably a little impetuous, which made the bad situation worse. However, he still forced himself to calm down, precipitate his thoughts, meticulously prepare for tonight's shooting, and try to avoid the negative emotions of the staff.

With the sound of "shooting", all of lanli's mixed emotions were precipitated, and all his attention was focused. Take a deep breath, and then take a deep breath.

He raised his head slightly, with the back of his head against the bus window. An uncontrollable sadness was boiling in his chest. He opened his mouth wide and breathed, just like a fish out of the water. Even so, it seemed that oxygen still could not pass through his throat. The whole throat was stuck, and all the air accumulated in his mouth, That kind of dullness and siltation is always lingering. The sound of gurgling hot spring water rings in my ears. Before I have time to breathe, tears fall down like this.

He widened his eyes and tried to look up, but it didn't help. The hot and full tears piled up big by big. There was no need to close his eyes. The overflowing tears directly fell down and wet his face; Then the tears came out continuously. They were so fierce that they even cut into the mouth. Suddenly, they began to cough violently, almost coughing out the whole lung.

Swallowing, constantly swallowing, trying hard to swallow the cough, the whole eyebrows are fiercely tied up, the deep pain is torturing his nerves, the thick sadness between the eyebrows slowly dense open, unable to extricate themselves from the beginning of the fall, as if standing in the quicksand in general, know that they are falling, but no matter how struggling, can not get rid of, Then he watched himself, bit by bit, swallowed up and faced the disaster.

He closed his eyes tightly. He tried to adjust his breath, but the sharp and bitter pain came out from the bottom of his heart to the extreme. All the patience and control turned into nothingness. The sound of crying leaked out from the clenched teeth. The deep depression deduced the torture to the extreme, which made people feel unbearable, I can't imagine what kind of suffering it is.

There was a groan in his ear, and the sound of swallowing and rubbing his hands, which made him turn his head and look at the scene in front of him through the dim tears. However, his heart was dead, his eyes were not touched. He watched all this calmly, looked on coldly and hopelessly, and then hung his eyes in pain, His hands were inserted into his hair, and he couldn't help crying.

The groans in his ears became louder and louder, and seemed to have reached a climax. The noisy noise was so ironic that he could not help crying completely. He could only raise his head again and breathe like a dying fish. But this kind of breathing did not help. He just lingered every time, It seems to be a step closer to death. But what's more sad is that he has no intention of resisting.

"Give me the stinky money!" It's hard to imagine that such coarse and vulgar words broke out in her thin and tender body. Closing her eyes, it seems that the woman at the back of the bus is a prostitute who has gone through many vicissitudes, but in fact, she is a young prostitute.

Tears seemed to have dried up. He just sat in the same place, his eyes covered with blood, exposed without any cover, and could not find any movement or waves. It was quiet, all sounds were still, and even death like silence, as if his soul had disappeared.

"Do you hear me? Give me all the bad money! Give me all the bad money! Do you think I like you? Give me the stinky money! Now

The shrill curse was more and more ugly, more and more urgent, more and more terrible, just like a devil climbing out of hell, claiming his debt.

He can't help but turn his head and stare at the old and young, two figures in distress, but they are the same weak. He didn't know what it meant. He just looked at it coldly, and then he saw the drunkard glare at the prostitute, "do you want money?" As soon as his voice fell, he slapped the other party hard. The slap was so heavy that his thin body almost fell to the ground.

Then, she raised her eyes, saw his eyes, and her eyes crossed. His tender eyes looked up and down at him with resentment and worldly sophistication, as well as vulgarity and vulgarity. He turned his head, drew back his sight, and lowered his eyes. The remaining tears fell down again, but his eyes had dried up, but his cheeks were still full of tears.

He dropped his eyes and hid all his emotions, but the indifference and pain between his brows still did not have time to dissipate, sinking slowly bit by bit. The night outside the window was so thick and dreary, overwhelming, just like a giant beast, which could devour them at any time.

There was the buzz of the bus engine in the air, and Tony's voice suddenly rang, "card!"

All the staff's eyes are projected towards Tony, waiting for the director's judgment and decision, including Roy and Nathan. In the shooting just now, lanli's performance was outstanding, full of emotion and vivid details. The sadness and bitterness flowing from the deep soul were so clear and vivid on his face, like an endless sea of bitterness, floating and sinking in it, but he could never see the end or the end.

Every staff member on the scene can deeply and truly feel the surging and boiling emotion, like a volcano, gurgling, and then drag everyone's ankles into the world that belongs to Henry. That heavy, that rich, that dense, almost breathless.

Is this the best performance of Langley? There's no way to judge, but for this scene, it's the best performance of the past three days, and Tony didn't stop shooting, and walked all the way to the end. At least, it's a positive signal.

Tony didn't speak right away, which was a big step forward from yesterday's clanging interruption. So what does Tony think?

Lanli felt extremely tired, but he didn't get into the devil or the play too deeply. It was just the endless pain, which consumed countless energy and physical strength. It was like he had just recovered from drowning. More importantly, in the past few days, he had been "drowning" for countless times, and his body and spirit were under severe test.

After adjusting his breath, lanli looks at Tony and looks at him. In the past few days, Tony has taken the lead in vetoing before he can watch the replay. Lenley doesn't feel that he is in a good position, so he's not in a hurry to go there.

Tony thought for a moment, then looked up at lanli. Just when everyone thought that he had made a decision, he held his chin and fell into the second round of meditation. The loose and tight ups and downs made the staff suffer and sigh with disappointment.

He stood up and went straight to Tony. At this time, they were all in the bus. Besides the actors and drivers, there were directors, photographers and lighters. All the other members of the crew were on the side of the road. They could neither hear nor see clearly. They could only watch the bus through the monitor, which was undoubtedly more painful.

Tony suddenly raised his head and raised his voice Then he saw that lanli was close at hand, which made him startled. The whole person jumped up, but then he regained his composure and got back to the point. He thought about it and said, "I always feel that there is something missing in this play. But I'm not sure. To be honest, you did a great job just now. You did, but... "

This kind of feeling is very bad. It seems that everything is right, but I always feel that it is not right. But the point is that I can't say why. So what does this mean, is it right or wrong? Tony pondered for so long, but still couldn't find an answer. Therefore, his expression is also very hesitant.

Did not expect, blue Li also agreed to nod, "I also have this feeling." As an actor, his own feelings are the most direct. The performance is full enough, but there is always something missing. However, he was the client and could not see his own performance, so he had no way to judge, "let's watch the replay?"

After shooting the same scene for four days, it finally ushered in the first breakthrough.