Chapter 174 Creating Contrast
Sam Remy is observing Anson.
Sam's standards have always been very simple. In his opinion, "Spider-Man" is not a work that pursues art and explores philosophy. It is a piece of popcorn that you can relax and enjoy, so the actor's acting skills are tested. It is not the primary factor, personal charm is the key.
He always believes that compared with the audition content, the actor’s natural performance when entering the room, leaving the room and outside the audition is the key to see how well it fits the role, what chemical reaction it can bring, and whether it is suitable for the big actor. The screen, and what kind of sparks it can create with the image of Peter Parker in his mind.
So, Sam did not read the actor information. He did not want to have any stereotypes about the actors. There was no need to make judgments in advance. Everything was left to the first meeting at the audition.
Because of this, Sam doesn't like Scott.
It’s not that there’s anything wrong with Scott, it’s that Scott left such a deep impression in the coffee shop this morning, ruined the mystery, and formed such a clichéd stereotype that the audition just now There was no spark at all.
After the audition, Sam made no impression on Scott.
The same thing is happening in front of me.
The moment Anson opened the door, Sam began to observe and size up. The audition had already begun.
As soon as he entered the door, Anson took two steps forward, then stopped and turned back, putting down the huge backpack on his shoulders. From the action of putting it down, it could be seen that in addition to the skateboard, there should be a lot of heavy objects inside.
Sam couldn't help but take another look at the backpack. It was plain and ordinary, but he still wanted to explore and was curious about what was inside.
But Sam didn't speak in a hurry.
Anson came to the center of the room, and producer Ian Bryce had already spoken first.
It can be seen that Ian is looking forward to Anson very much. After waiting and waiting, it is finally Anson's turn. The whole person is relatively positive, which can be seen from the details of his body leaning forward slightly.
Audition, not audition, just casual chat.
Name, age, hometown, weather.
In some casual chats, Ian always looked carefully with a spirit of research, and finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, "Are you very near-sighted?"
Anson showed a smile, "Oh, these glasses have no prescription."
Ian: ... was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was just a dress, but why? Ian couldn't understand Anson's choice, "Can you take off your glasses?"
"Of course." Anson took off his glasses simply.
"Oh! It's him!" Ian's eyes suddenly brightened and he sighed, looking around at other colleagues, "This is the young man I saw."
oh!
Not only Ian, but several other people also let out low exclamations. It was not that they were making a fuss, but that after Anson revealed his blue eyes, his temperament changed subtly, and the entire gap caused an impact.
In an instant, stunning.
There are seven people in charge of the audition today.
The person sitting half a step behind and diagonally behind should be the agent of the Screen Actors Guild. He does not participate in the discussion and audition, and is only responsible for supervision.
In addition to Ian and Sam, there were four other people, three men and one woman, but they had no intention of introducing themselves and were busy with their own business.
Then, the lady said, "Others want to show their charm, but you do the opposite. Is there any reason for this?"
——This question, He will.
Here, Anson talked freely, discussed his views on Peter Parker, showed the appearance of an ordinary high school student, and emphasized that as a superhero, Peter Parker's psychological changes are the most interesting part, and it also makes him and other The key to differentiating superheroes.
With these eloquent words, the initiative fell into Anson's hands quietly.
The slightly fat lady with golden eyes showed a meaningful expression, "So, you are so confident in your appearance and think you don't look like a high school student, so you need these disguises?"< br>
Slightly sharp. Anson's face was calm, "I'm not here because I look like an ordinary high school student, right?"
A rhetorical question and a clever answer.
Ian laughed out loud, "Indeed, if you were an ordinary high school student, you wouldn't get an audition call."
As he said that, Ian tilted his head and looked. To the lady, "Next, you won't be like Sam who dislikes him for being too handsome, right? Sometimes he is disliked for being too handsome, and sometimes he is disliked for not being handsome enough. I think these actors are quite pitiful."
Obviously. , this is a complaint.
The lady seemed very calm, "The essence of disgust is still because it is inappropriate. Naturally, it is not pleasing to the eye. But you are right, Sam? You are very quiet. Although you have always been quiet, this It was very quiet this time..."
All eyes were directed towards Sam.
Unexpectedly, Sam said without warning, "It's you!"
Everyone:? ? ?
Anson:? ? ?
Sam sat up straight, his eyes that always seemed sleepy opened completely, revealing a gleam of light, and he felt the violent fluctuations of emotions for the first time.
He kept looking and observing, vaguely feeling that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar, but he still couldn't grasp the key point, and then finally an idea flashed through him.
Sam was a little excited.
"In the morning, coffee shop, you..."
Sam was stupid and got stuck when he started to speak. He didn't know how to describe it, and then he saw the confused expression on Anson's face. More anxious.
The verbal description was unclear, so Sam simply stood up and used body language——
He raised his right foot, spread his right hand, and made a lifting motion with his left hand. He looked at Anson with wide eyes, trying to awaken Anson's memory.
Before Anson could speak, Ian leaned back on the chair, spread out the left side of his body, and said jokingly in a lazy sunbathing posture, "Sam, are you performing some kind of performance art? Is this rumba or tango?”
Sam ignored Ian and just looked at Anson.
Anson finally remembered, "Coffee shop? But, how did you know?"
Sam showed a satisfied smile, "I am here too."
Anson suddenly realized.
Ian looked around and said, "What riddle are you talking about? Don't you want us to listen together?"
Sam had sat down again, not showing any intention of explaining. This job He could only leave it to Anson, all eyes fell on Anson's shoulder.
Anson smiled and explained simply, "This morning in a coffee shop, I reached out to a lady to do a small favor."
This is an understatement. , the fat lady didn’t believe it, not a word of it, “A small favor? A small favor is not enough to make Sam so excited. I have been with Sam for a week, and this is the first time I have seen him pose like that. .”
As she said this, the lady herself laughed.
Originally, this was a joke, but Sam nodded gently with a serious face and responded with a rare response, "Indeed. Just like kung fu."
"I think a little bit Like Spider-Man, maybe you should let Anson repeat the action."
As soon as the words were spoken, Sam himself was stunned-
Spider-Man?
Thinking carefully about the scene that happened in the coffee shop in the morning, Sam was completely unaware that an inspiration had taken root in his brain and grown rapidly.
Fifth update.
(End of this chapter)