Chapter 55 055 "The Self-cultivation of an Actor" (please collect and vote for further reading)
"I have acted. I was a dancer in the Yanjing Communications Corps Art Troupe and also acted in plays." Zhu Lin said truthfully .
Fang Minghua nodded after hearing this: "Do you know what is the biggest difference between acting in a play and acting in a movie?"
Zhu Lin was stunned.
"Xiao Fang, I'm sorry, I don't know. I just started making my first movie last year and I don't understand a lot of things." Zhu Lin replied: "Then tell me about it?"
"I know a few things. Don't blame me if I'm wrong." Fang Minghua was modest and continued:
"There are many differences between acting in movies and acting in plays, but I read in a book that in terms of performance form, the former It is "putting out" and the latter is "taking in". On the stage, you perform what you want. There are no close-ups or various camera positions, so the audience can only watch the performance in one place. In order for the audience from a distance to see clearly, the actors on the stage need to increase their volume, use more exaggerated expressions, and use larger body movements.”
“You don’t need to speak so loudly in film and television performances. The difference in voice and intonation doesn’t need to be that big! The expressions and body movements are very delicate, especially for the role of Cao Guiying,” Fang Minghua said softly.
"She is dull and has no expressive expression on her face. Due to illness, her body movements are not too large. Please pay attention to this."
This is what Fang Minghua is a little worried about.
The king of the daughter country in Zhu Lin's classic "Journey to the West" is full of charm with every frown, smile and look back. There is also a sense of drama in the detailed steps. It was good in "Journey to the West", but it became a disaster in this movie.
In fact, not only Zhu Lin, but also many movies starring actors in the 1980s, whether in terms of tone or action, from the perspective of later generations, they all have the feel of dramas and stage plays.
Fang Minghua didn’t want the show to be filmed like this, it would be too contrived.
Zhu Lin listened and pondered for a while, nodded gratefully and said: "Xiao Fang, what you said is really good. I was very inspired after listening to it. Don't tell me that this is the first time I heard what you said. "
This time it was Fang Minghua's turn to be surprised: "No way? Sister Zhu Lin, I heard Director Wu said, didn't you just graduate from Yanjing Film Academy? "
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"I only attended the amateur performance training class at Yandian for four months, and learned relatively little." Zhu Lin said softly.
That’s it.
"It doesn't matter, you will definitely become a good actor, just start playing Cao Guiying!" Fang Minghua encouraged.
"Thank you. Oops, I delayed your meal and the meal got cold." Zhu Lin said suddenly.
When Fang Minghua saw it, he was indeed cold.
"Hurry up and eat. Thank you very much. I'll ask you for advice when I have time."
"I'm only half a bottle of water. You'd better ask Director Wu, he is an expert."
>"Director Wu is good, but he is a bit strict and not as approachable as you." Zhu Lin said and left with a smile.
Is this a compliment or a disservice to me?
Fang Minghua smiled.
Zhu Lin's pinnacle work was King of the Kingdom of Women, and his subsequent performances seemed to have not made much breakthrough. Fang Minghua hoped that this beautiful woman would be remembered not only for her appearance.
After eating, the actors began to put on makeup. When Fang Minghua saw Zhu Lin again, his face was wrinkled and sallow, with a green scarf on his head, looking exactly like a village woman. The temperament and appearance of the daughter king were gone.
"Xiao Fang, how are you? Does it look like Cao Guiying in your mind?" Zhu Lin's tone was a little playful.
Like! Very similar! "Fang Minghua admired.
I wanted to add that your disfigurement style is a bit unfair to your natural beauty, but I swallowed it back.
Don't be ridiculous, she is a lesbian, and I heard she is already married.
"Xiao Fang, are you going to the shooting scene?" Zhu Lin asked again.
"If I don't go, can Director Wu let me go?" Fang Minghua was helpless.
Fortunately, I am not Wu Tianmin’s subordinate, otherwise I would be a little overwhelmed by his desperate drive.
"It's just a good time that you're here. I have a scene today. How do you think my filming went?"
"I think it must be a good shot." At this time, Li Baotian came out in makeup, with an unshaven beard and a dog-skin felt hat. It was like a horse with iron.
Compared to Zhu Lin, there is no need to worry about Li Baotian and Fang Minghua, he is a solid veteran actor, although he is still a little green now.
The actors put on makeup, and the rest packed up their things, loaded the camera equipment onto the donkey cart and rushed to the filming location. Fang Minghua naturally had to follow.
"Into the Smoke" opens in winter. The snow all over the sky sets the mood for the entire movie, which is gloomy and cold.
The original movie had a set of long shots, which were shot very well. Fang Minghua also wanted to see Wu Tianmin's capabilities.
Not bad.
Fang Minghua discovered that Wu Tianming liked the use of long lenses. It seems that this was also the case in the filming of "Life"?
There is also Li Baotian, who is indeed made for acting. During the filming, he perfectly expressed Ma Youtie's dull look with every gesture.
Today there are still shots of Zhu Lin filming, and Fang Minghua stood by and watched carefully.
In the falling snow, Cao Guiying, played by Zhu Lin, fed the donkey in the yard.
She was lame and looked very dull with her head lowered slightly, but when she looked at the donkey, her eyes showed a trace of kindness, as if she were looking at her relatives.
Not bad.
Fang Minghua secretly praised it in his heart.
"Stop!" At this time, director Wu Tianmin moved away from the camera, called for a stop, and said to Zhu Lin with a smile: "Xiao Zhu, you did a good job in this shot. You have to hold it back and do it with subtle expressions." Article, keep it like this and keep up the good work!”
Zhu Lin pursed his lips and smiled, looked at Fang Minghua who was standing on the side and stamped his feet and said: "Director Wu, Xiao Fang and I chatted for a while while eating today. He told me a lot of acting techniques, and I felt that I benefited a lot. "
"Xiao Fang, do you also know about performing arts?" Wu Tianmin turned his head and looked at Fang Minghua, a little surprised.
“Don’t listen to what Sister Zhu Lin said. I just watched the famous Russian drama performance theorist Stanislavsky’s “The Self-cultivation of Actors” when I was free. I am now learning and selling it. What kind of performance can I do?” Fang Minghua explained.
"Sure enough, everyone in your magazine said you read a lot of books." Wu Tianmin praised.
In this sentence, Fang Minghua is not humble. Will he read less books in the next two lifetimes?
Fang Minghua has actually read the book "The Actor's Self-cultivation". Naturally, he was interested in this book after watching "The King of Drama" performed by Xing Ye before time travel, so he bought a copy to read.
Of course, Zhu Lin can still get involved in what he said.
There are not many winter scenes in the script of "Into the Dust", so the filming ended in less than half a month. Fang Minghua followed Wu Tianmin and others back to Xijing, Li Baotian returned to Yanjing, and Zhu Lin returned Report to work at Rongcheng.
Everyone bid farewell to each other in downtown Wuwei, and will continue filming the spring part of the script when spring flowers bloom next year.
Zhu Lin was leaving a day early. Before leaving, he said goodbye to everyone and specially asked Fang Minghua: "Xiao Fang, we will see you next spring."
next year?
Fang Minghua really doesn’t want to come.
Of course, it’s hard for Fang Minghua to say this in front of everyone.
After staying in Gan Province for nearly twenty days, Fang Minghua finally rushed back to Xijing on New Year's Eve.
He went home first to report to his parents that he was safe, ate the fried noodles made by his mother, drank fragrant tea, and gathered around the big stove. Fang Minghua sighed in his heart.
Home is better.
This winter, I don’t want to go anywhere, so I stay at home or in the dormitory at work.
Hide in the small building and become unified
Don’t care about spring, summer, autumn and winter
Thanks to book friends 20230301135118726, book friends 20220524231031042, book friends 2023071509315279, and monthly tickets for a ride to the sky
(End of this chapter)