Chapter 1437

"I see!"

Simmons finally found the most important piece of the puzzle. The whole blueprint was like a cloud. He quickly recalled the whole scene in his mind. At last, he suddenly realized that his whole face was bright - not like Fletcher, but like an old urchin.

"If the power is similar, then we can go for it, both the king and the successor; But the power gap is too big, even if you don't want to give up, you can only give up. At this time, choosing to give up is a wise decision. The king should have such wisdom. Fletcher is the same. He realized that he was eager to create the next Charlie Parker, even if it was by no means. Now Andrew chose no means, so what? Because he has made it

"So Fletcher thought, why don't you be part of Andrew's greatness? Whether he is a guide or a stepping stone, he has also become a great part, which is also his dream for Fletcher with mediocre qualifications. He doesn't care about the process, he only cares about the result. "

Simmons stood in the same place and talked to himself. After all his thoughts were completely connected, not only the scene today, but also the whole shooting process in the past became clear and clear. He could not help nodding, mumbling some meaningless syllable fragments and reorganizing his own performance ideas.

Damien immediately gave a snap of his finger to confirm, "Andrew realized his dream, Fletcher also realized his dream, does this mean that this is still a story about dreams?"

Dream?

This is a story full of innumerable possibilities and innumerable interpretations, but dreams are just the farthest one. Of course, Andrew and Fletcher are both fulfilling their dreams in their own way, but in the final analysis, this is a story about art, perfection and self breakthrough, not a story wrapped in pink bubbles of dreams.

In the face of Damien's boastful expression, Langley and Simmons silently turned around and ignored him. Then you talked with me, walked back to the stage side by side, leaving Damien standing in the same place with fog——

"Well, what's the matter? Is this about to get back into shooting? Wait, give me a little time. I'll set up two more cameras. The angle just now is not right. Wait

The plot of "patricide" is more spiritual. Naturally, the tension between the two actors can't be shown directly through body collision, which puts forward higher requirements for the director. How to show the chemical reaction between Fletcher and Andrew through light, perspective, composition and other scenes is the real film art.

Fletcher's perspective is from top to bottom, and Andrew's is from bottom to top; Later, the positions of the two people were reversed, creating a switch between momentum and position. This kind of lens change is the simplest one.

In addition, the overall composition of the change is also a kind of change.

For example, at the beginning, Andrew and Fletcher stood face to face, Fletcher backlit, then Andrew was shrouded in Fletcher's shadow; Later, the light changed and lengthened Andrew's shadow. Fletcher's position remained unchanged. However, the lens was slightly pulled back to create the illusion that Andrew's shadow was projected on the wall behind him like a giant, overlooking Fletcher.

This kind of psychological change created by picture composition is the reason why the film is called "art of director".

Damien and the photographer had been busy for nearly half an hour to set up the camera, so much so that when they got back to shooting, both actors had to find the rhythm again. The main reason is that the whole mood and rhythm of the play just now are in one go. Suddenly they are cut off, but they can't connect immediately. They still need to start from the beginning.

……

Once again there was a beat in Alice Tate's hall.

The dense and powerful, even and enthusiastic drumming seemed to be venting the dull air gathered in his chest, which made Andrew's boredom and bitterness get through bit by bit. In a trance, he quietly integrated himself into the drumming, and those drumming could clearly show the changes of his soul——

He is straightening his back and becoming a giant bit by bit.

Fletcher was completely shocked. He looked at Andrew in front of him in disbelief. He leaned slightly over the drum and asked, "Andrew, what the hell are you doing?"

"Wait for my cue." Andrew raised his head, looked at Fletcher in parallel, and responded quietly.

Not only words, but also eyes show the change of state and position in an all-round way.

Strong and weak, control and obedience, these two opposite emotions are quietly turning around. The anxious Fletcher is downwind, while the calm Andrew takes the initiative. Unless Fletcher can interrupt Andrew's performance, he will be absolutely passive.

Fletcher couldn't believe his eyes or his ears. He slowly straightened up and looked at Andrew strangely. In front of the vigorous vigor and turbulent vitality, he retreated, because the strong impact of concentration and concentration made his irritability and anger impossible.

Unconsciously, Fletcher straightened his back and tried his best to maintain his commanding momentum. He drooped his eyelids and looked down at Andrew, just like his usual behavior; But now, the advantage brought by the dislocation of this sense of distance is slowly weakening, and Fletcher can even clearly feel his guilty and flustered.

That kind of foot has no bottom of hanging feeling, let Fletcher have a kind of complete burst of impulse.

But he can't. This is the trap he set in advance, the trap that let Andrew fall into the trap; If he chose to explode now, he would be lifting a stone and hitting himself in the foot. He can't give up, he absolutely can't give up, and the outcome is still inconclusive, isn't it?

After realizing this, Fletcher suddenly thought of 400 hits again: Andrew is absolutely unable to challenge 400 hits. Should he conduct the orchestra again and lead Andrew to the cliff edge of 400 hits? Lose all the rhythm in front of the audience?

Fletcher stepped back a little two steps, ready to lead the band and start the puzzle again.

And Andrew?

Andrew didn't realize Fletcher's psychological activities at all. He was completely immersed in his own beating. He was beating, beating hard. He could feel that the sense of bondage was engulfing himself with the tension of his muscles, and the sense of familiarity in the process of practice came again.

But this time Andrew didn't panic at all.

That pair of light brown eyes focused on their own drum, left hand jazz drum hit temporarily stopped, right hand began to light and high frequency hit hanging Cha, he is a little bit faster, two hundred hit! Two hundred forty! Three hundred!

The intensive beating has reached the limit of his body. Andrew's eyes are more and more condensed, like a ray of light, falling on the sling. Suddenly, he closes his eyes, and in his mind comes again the beat melody of Bardi Ricky's beating. His jaw unconsciously starts to gently fit the beat, and his muscles are not tight, And it's relaxing.

hold still.

hold still!

Holding the drumstick, the right hand steadily controls on a horizontal line. With the strength of the wrist and fingertips, the frequency is slowly and slowly raised. On the contrary, the position of the tiger's mouth is completely relaxed. The control and shaking of the fingertips stir up waves of dust under the light and shadow, and gradually stir up a mirage, It's almost impossible to capture the exact position of the fingers.

At this moment, all that's left in the world is Andrew and his drum.

Jim Neyman, standing on the side platform, was stunned. He couldn't believe that he was staring at Andrew in the milky yellow halo. Even though he was a complete layman, even though he didn't like drums and jazz, at this moment, he could feel the shock brought by the dense drum dots, and his expression could not help but slowly spread out, He cast his eyes in a daze.

Fletcher, who was standing in front of him, was also stunned. His mouth opened slightly, trying to say something, but he found that any language was weak at this moment. He suddenly realized that maybe Andrew was really gifted, and still far beyond his imagination, and now he was blooming little by little.

Fletcher's eyes began to struggle, as if the devil and the angel in his mind were in a tug of war. On the one hand, he wanted to give up and surrender; On the other hand, he wanted to struggle against and rebuild his authority. His complex mood was surging in his heart. He watched Andrew quietly, and there was no way to retreat, but there was no way to move forward.

Rhythm, speed up.

The brightness and crispness of the chucking sound gradually began to increase with the beating of the drumsticks. Little by little, little by little, little by little, Andrew seemed to have entered a state of selflessness. His facial muscles were slowly tightening, but his body muscles were slowly relaxing. The lines from his shoulders to his arms were tight but not tense, The control of detail becomes clearer and clearer——

Three hundred. Four hundred.

That's... that's the perfect 400 strokes, the impeccable 400 strokes, he did it! He did it! Moreover, the strength is still improving bit by bit. It seems that it has completely controlled its own arms and hands. The uniform and stable output of power makes those flowing rhythms full and sonorous, hitting hard and heavily on the heart of every audience.

Listen, that's the sound the soul is stirring: Dong Dong, Dong Dong.