Chapter 125 Must be trained hard
“My daddy, daddy, daddy.”
“Dear daddy.”
“My daddy, daddy, daddy.”
“Kind father.”
"He has no teeth in his mouth, and his head is full of white hair. He laughs and laughs all day long, just like a doll..."
Early in the morning, "The Ageless Dad" sung by Teresa Teng rang in the yard. 》.
Fang Yan is doing radio gymnastics with her friends in the courtyard, every day during the summer vacation.
Fang Yan looked through the window at the young girl Ling Cao doing the fifth set of radio gymnastics, and couldn't help but do a few breast expansion exercises.
Then he turned his head and his eyes fell on the manuscript paper on the table.
It's all densely packed with words, and the ink is still wet.
On the first line of the grid paper, the title is clearly written:
"That Mountain, That Man, That Dog".
Thinking of the postman, Master Hu and his son, and the stories Master Hu told about his comrades, Wen Si immediately felt like he was in dire straits.
After holding it in for so long, I finally felt so relieved and intoxicated that I came up with this novel that was so suitable but also so bland.
The story is not complicated. The old postman spent his whole life delivering letters in the mountains. His legs and feet became ill after years of hard work and he had to retire early. Cha Cha's son failed the college entrance examination and returned home to take over his job.
On his son's first day at work, the old postman packed the parcels and sent "Lao Er", a big yellow dog with experience on mountain roads, to accompany him.
After many warnings, but still worried, I finally decided to take the last postal route with my son.
There are novels and movies.
Fang Yan has only seen the movie, starring Liu Ye and Cheng Hao, and it was also the time when their acting skills were at their best and most spiritual.
It looks a lot like a road movie.
A mountain road with the same route, two different generations of people, a three-day long journey, and a loyal big yellow dog.
My father, who is about to retire, takes his son, who takes over as a rural postman on his first day, to take the postal route that has been followed for more than 20 years.
The son's misunderstanding, rebellion, complaints, and cold feelings towards his father gradually disappeared after traveling through mountains and rivers and being alone for a short time.
In the past, the son did not know his father, but after truly experiencing the postal route, the son began to understand his father.
At the end, the son carries his old father across the river, and all the barriers between father and son disappear with the flowing water.
The whole story takes place in southern Hunan Province, to be precise in western Hunan.
Fang Yan touched his chin and was thinking about sending a letter to Gu Hua to help arrange for him to go to western Hunan for research.
"Brother! Brother!"
The music outside the room stopped suddenly, and Fang Yan ran to his room with small steps, "When are we leaving?"
"You, you, why are you in a hurry."
Fang Yan rolled his eyes and glanced at the letter he received yesterday from the corner of his eye. Inside was an invitation letter to the Yanjing University drama performance.
The event will be held on the second Sunday after school starts.
In other words, there is not much time left for Yingda, Bai Ruoxue, Tang Shengnan and others to rehearse the drama "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree".
Fang Yan felt that it was necessary to see their achievements. After all, he only charged one penny for the adaptation fee.
Rounded up, it’s 100 million!
It’s all my money! You have to see if the money is worth it!
…………
Yenjing University, by Weiming Lake.
“My mother does not allow me to fall in love before I am 25 years old.”
"Then I will wait for you until you are 25."
"What if 25 is not enough?"
"Then I will wait for you forever."
played by Bai Ruoxue "Jing Qiu", and Xiao Feng, who plays the "third child", read their lines and looked at each other.
Ying Da, Tang Shengnan and other members of the drama team were either sitting or standing, staring at them with their eyes.
Suddenly, Bai Ruoxue noticed that Fang Yan was walking towards them from a short distance away, and she couldn't help but said in surprise: "Teacher Fang!"
Yingda, Tang Shengnan and others heard the voice and went to see Fang Yan holding Fang Yan with his big hand. Hold the little hand and come to the front.
Fang Yan smiled and said: "Let's take a look, you continue, continue."
"How about starting over from the beginning?"
Yingda was nervous and excited, "Let me show you our performance. If there is anything we didn't do well, please give us some pointers."
Fang Yan nodded and watched as everyone calmed down and began to devote themselves to the performance.
Due to limited funds, there are almost no props, and everyone has almost no physical performance. The more this is the case, the more the acting skills are tested.
Without acting skills, it’s just a farce. Not only does it have no sense of immersion, but it’s so embarrassing that it can leave three rooms and one living room alone.
The supporting roles such as Tang Shengnan and Yingda are not bad. They don't have many scenes and there are no obvious traces of acting.
But the scenes between Bai Ruoxue and Xiao Feng are very important. The more they play, the more traces of acting they have, and the more they can see that they are acting like "Jing Qiu" and "Lao San".
The play lasted about an hour and a half from beginning to end.
Yingda turned his head and asked, "Teacher Fang, what do you think?"
"There is nothing wrong with the script, and your image is quite suitable, but there are some flaws in the performance."
< br>Fang Yan called Xiao Feng and Bai Ruoxue, and first asked Xiao Feng to act as the third child's gentle and sunny smile to Jingqiu.
I could see the muscles on his face trembling, and the smile seemed to be forced out, just like Huang Xiaoming's greasy look when he played the domineering president.
Bai Ruoxue realized the problem, and before she could react, she was asked to act like Jingqiu was conflicted.
Fang Yan looked at her in embarrassment and shouted, "What do you think is the problem?"
Xiao Feng and Bai Ruoxue looked at each other, and Bai Ruoxue said directly: "I can't find the feeling. , acting like a body without a soul."
"Then why is it like this?" Fang Yan looked left and right.
"Teacher Fang, we don't understand the experiential school, method school, expressionist school, Stanislavsky, and Brecht you talked about, we don't study deeply, and we don't master the right methods..."
Bai Ruoxue He pursed his lips in embarrassment, "Lack of soul."
"It does have something to do with these, but it doesn't matter much. You guys The biggest problem is actually that I have lost my true character."
Fang Yan said: "The way you look now is better than the 'embarrassment' you just performed, why don't you go into the show?"
Bai Ruoxue was surprised, "This is the state of my life. Isn't it appropriate to put it in a play?"
"Why is it inappropriate?" Fang Yan asked, "What do you think acting is? Just sum it up in one sentence."
"Of course it is character creation."
"Yes, acting The more similar it is to what is described in the script, the better."
"I think Ruoxue and Xiao Feng have worked hard to get closer to the image of Jingqiu and Lao San."
"... …”
Each member of the drama team spoke, one sentence each.
"So, how to shape it?"
"How to get closer to the character?"
Facing everyone's eyes asking for answers, Fang Yan coughed a few times, it seemed that he had to repeat If you punch, it won't work without some training.
“Although performance is subjective, and the audience watching the performance is also subjective, performance at least has an objective baseline.”
"For example, the lines must be pronounced clearly, with ups and downs of emotions. The use and transition of tone of voice, facial expressions, and body movements must meet the needs of the plot, and cannot be blunt and abrupt..."
"On this baseline, He is a qualified actor. This applies to both drama and movies."
"..."
Bai Ruoxue and the others raised their heads and concentrated on it. Listen, I am afraid of missing a punctuation mark.
After all, they want to make progress so much!
In his previous life, he watched a lot of reality shows and variety shows in dialect, and read a lot of books and movies. In this life, Wan Jiabao gave him a list of drama theory and guidance books, and he didn't miss any of the books on it. Theory Rich in knowledge and eloquent in speaking.
But there is no world drama system or performing arts system, nor is there any talk about "looking at mountains is mountains, and looking at water is water."
Rather, he said bluntly, "The actor's style is very important. Style determines the acting method. Generally speaking, it can be divided into three categories."
"One is to follow the requirements of the script and director. , act like what you want.”
“One is to act like what you want, but integrate your own understanding and characteristics.”
"The last one is to act yourself in everything, and every character is just a shadow of yourself..."
"Teacher Fang, this, this is a bit deep."
Bai Ruoxue savored it carefully After a while, the window paper showed signs of being torn.
Yingda rubbed his hands, "We are not professional actors and have little experience. Can you give us specific guidance on how to act? For example, Ruoxue, how do you think we can play Jingqiu well?"< br>
“Your understanding of Jingqiu is correct, but don’t always think about playing the ‘Jingqiu’ you imagined.”
Fang Yan said: "You have to think of yourself as Jingqiu."
Bai Ruoxue frowned, still between enlightenment and unenlightenment.
Fang Yan picked up a small stone from the ground, let her hold it in her hand, and asked: "Is it hard?"
"Hard."
"Poke it Does it hurt? ”
"It hurts."
"Is it hurting you or Jingqiu?"
"Ah!!"
Bai Ruoxue suddenly felt so enlightened that she almost overflowed.
Teacher Fang said that his image is similar to Jingqiu, but he has been trying hard to play a new and illusory "Jingqiu", but he has forgotten his true feelings in life, and even deliberately What you act is different from who you are in reality.
As a result, when performing expressions of tangle, embarrassment, etc., the performance is always very awkward, as if one has twisted oneself into a twist.
Suddenly, I felt as if I had grasped the pulse of "Jingqiu", and felt like my soul had entered my body.
“What about you?”
Fang Yan looked at Yingda and others, especially the male protagonist Xiao Feng.
"Teacher Fang, I seem to understand a little bit."
Xiao Feng wished he could play against Bai Ruoxue right away.
"Then you can try again."
Fang Yan clapped his hands, looking like a boss behind the scenes.
In full view of the public, Bai Ruoxue and Xiao Feng acted out an emotional scene, and it was visible to the naked eye that they felt much more relaxed and natural.
Just like how we usually get along, the sense of dissonance has faded a bit.
"Okay!!"
When they finished their performance, Tang Shengnan, Yingda and others' eyes lit up and they immediately applauded.
Listening to the applause, Bai Ruoxue was so excited that she didn't care to think about it. She immediately searched for the dialect, and her eyes finally stopped under the tree.
Fang Yan was sitting on the lawn, looking at her with a smile on his face, clapped his hands gently, and then gave a thumbs up.
In order to win "Oedipus King", in order to make the love storm blow more violently in the literary and art world, it's easy for me!
Be a father and a mother at the same time, and you don’t get paid!
(End of this chapter)