Chapter 1287 The upper body of the character
After a long period of silence and silence, finally there was a sound——
Buzzing, buzzing.
The strings were plucked gently, and slight vibrations stirred and spread in the air.
Johnny Cash, there is action.
"...Yes, I know Jesus saved me."
Luther and Marshall harmonize, "Save my soul."
You can feel him trying to open his throat and show The brightness of the sound.
However, the singing is still a bit dull and heavy.
The tone and pronunciation are showing as much vitality as possible; but I only feel a dryness in my throat, dragging my voice back, like an elephant with its feet tied to the ground, trying to grab a hydrogen balloon and escape from the center of the earth. Bound by gravity, it still returns to the ground again and again.
Even Luther and Marshall's voices were tight.
Logically speaking, the harmony of three people should increase the level of the entire performance. Even without distinguishing the parts, you can still feel the collision of different sound resonances.
What a pity.
The chorus of the three people in front of me seemed monotonous and weak.
All three people were speaking, but their voices obviously did not resonate.
What's worse is that the three people were immersed in the performance and didn't notice it at all. They continued to sing, trying to mobilize the energy in their bodies.
Johnny, "The moment he forgave me."
Luthor and Marshall, "Made me whole."
Johnny, "He took me away A heavy burden, God, who gives me inner peace"
Luther and Marshall, "Inner Peace"
If you capture it carefully, you can find that Johnny's voice is trembling slightly. His stiff shoulders and straight back make his entire upper body look particularly clumsy. It's like forgetting to take off a shirt hanger and wearing it with the hanger on. The whole person's behavior is... It seems strange.
That kind of stiffness is soaked in the sound, making the whole singing seem rigid and stiff.
No energy.
However, Johnny didn't notice it himself. He thought everything went as he imagined, and he and his two friends performed exceptionally well.
Johnny looked left at Marshall and then at Luther, showing a smile——
At least, he thought he was smiling, but he didn't know that the corners of his tight mouth did not rise at all, and his facial nerves twitched, showing a strange expression.
Johnny tries to mobilize the two friends, they need to show the essence of music.
Johnny, "Satan can't make me doubt."
Marshall and Luther, "I won't doubt..."
Dallas - Sam Phillips Attention At this point, even if you don’t have a professional and systematic understanding of music, you can still notice the problems in the performance in front of you.
original. Rough. Simple. amateur. There is an atmosphere of self-entertainment.
Perhaps, the voice is not bad; but the way of singing under the pressure of the voice shows obvious traces of imitation, trying to use bass to show depth and resonance to show emotion, but the presentation effect is bland and tasteless.
Is it bad?
Not really, at least there are no problems with pitch, rhythm, etc.
Is it worth listening to?
Not so, a quick swipe across the ear will leave absolutely no impression.
It is a pity to throw away the food if it is tasteless, that is probably the case. Gradually, Dallas could feel that emotion, and his whole body became completely tense. The more he tried to express himself positively, the more he trapped himself. Even his voice seemed tight, let alone his emotional expression.
In the end, standing on the safety runway in a proper manner, singing in a proper manner, even singing to your heart’s content is not considered.
The whole performance is dry and tasteless, with no color, no edges, no...emotion.
Drowsy.
Please, this is gospel. Just go to a Sunday service in a church and look at those black people with great singing skills. Anyone you can name is more talented than the man in front of you. .
Dallas raised his head and looked at Anson. Before he realized it, he had fallen into a trance and an illusion -
The nervousness and restraint made him seem so small.
Unconsciously, Dallas straightened his back quietly. He couldn't lie: no, it just couldn't be done. Even if he didn't want to accuse from above, the facts before him were so clear.
A little cautious, a little disappointed, a little nervous.
Sam Phillips could not hide his expression, and Dallas himself did not realize that he had perfectly entered the role of Sam.
Everything is silent and everywhere, forming a powerful force. Among those who are curious and confused, among those who are waiting and watching, it has attracted everyone inside and outside the recording studio. Pulled into a vortex, it's like traveling back in time and entering the world of Johnny Cash.
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The boundaries between reality and fiction, life and movies have disappeared before one realizes it, a drama with half a foot in reality and half a foot in reality, Across two spaces, I didn't even realize that any tension, anxiety, worry, or withdrawal had long since disappeared and been swept into the storm.
It's so simple, you don't even need to snap your fingers, the magic has already happened.
Is this true?
In real life, people often believe that there is a line between reality and drama, life and performance.
Dallas thinks so too.
A "shoot" and a "card" form a boundary, mark the beginning and end, keep the performance personality in the camera lens, draw a line in the long river of real time, and ensure that the actors stay awake. Don't be indistinguishable between people and drama, and finally become a madman who is trapped in the role and can't extricate himself.
However, is it really that simple?
A beginning and an end, can you easily separate your own experience, your own feelings, and your own immersion?
If a truly outstanding performance is to be completely immersed in it and show a persuasive impact; how can it be easily escaped?
Real life is often not that simple.
Being in a drama but unable to get out is the madness of being too deeply involved in the drama.
If you are into the role but can't be 100% immersed in it, then your acting skills are poor.
It is NG to be in a scene but come out without any warning.
It is obviously not enough to divide time, feeling and experience just by "starting shooting" and "stuck".
There is a saying that travel starts from the moment you make up your mind.
To a certain extent, the same is true for acting. From the moment you start flipping through the script, the performance has already begun.
In front of you, that's it.
Long before Mangold announced "shooting" and long before the crew and actors were ready, Anson's words and deeds had already begun to create an atmosphere.
Dallas was completely unaware of this.
Because of the intimidating power of the name "Anson-Wood", I was unconsciously involved in Anson's rhythm. Before I had time to realize what was going on, the subconscious conditioned reflex had already taken over the brain, preconceptions Entering the character, the line between reality and fantasy has long been blurred.
The character enters the body silently, without even having time to react or realize it. It switches back and forth between the boundary of tension and anxiety, and enters the state unknowingly. Half asleep and half awake, the performance has come naturally. It comes out without thinking or carving.
Everything is so natural:
A little bit of regret, a little bit of regret.
(End of this chapter)