Chapter 399 Beyond the Camera

One of the most significant differences between film and television performances and stage plays is:

the ability to look directly at the audience.

Stage plays need to look directly at the audience, because they need to communicate with the audience through eyes. Eyes are part of the performance and part of the atmosphere of the theater, so that the power of the performance can be effectively conveyed.

This is not the case for movies and TV. The first 101 for beginner actors is not to look directly into the camera, because looking directly into the camera will break the fourth wall and destroy the immersion, causing the audience to get out of the drama and get rid of the audio-visual experience created by the screen.

Of course, a work like "The Big Short" that deliberately breaks the fourth wall to communicate with the cinema audience is another matter, because this is the director's creative intention, using the fourth wall to achieve different effects.

Just now, Anson looked at the camera.

NG is inevitable.

Steven's voice came from the intercom, "Anson, did you just look at me?"

Although this was not Anson's fault, Anson did not shirk responsibility. , "To be frank, I traded souls with the devil, so did you just see something?"

Haha, the set was filled with laughter.

The photographer's assistant let out a long breath, secretly turned his head to look at Anson, and showed a grateful smile -

Actually, it was his fault for not controlling the photography. The position of the teacher caused some deviations. Unexpectedly, Anson took over the mistake without any excuse.

Joke aside, it was just a short break.

Anson immediately retracted his attention, adjusted his breathing, and calmed himself down.

Filming is like this, the more nervous you are, the more mistakes you make, and the more mistakes you make, the more nervous you become, eventually forming a vicious cycle and falling into the mud.

Originally, the tension had quietly settled into the bottom of my heart, and was not obvious, but after shooting consecutive NGs, whether it was my own mistake or not, the smoothness of the shooting was interrupted, and the tension began to surge again.

So, what to do?

He can take a deep breath, he can close his eyes and meditate, calm down the tension, and concentrate. This is a way; but he has another idea:

When little Frank realized that the FBI Is he nervous when detectives come after him?

certainly. He is also made of flesh and blood, he is also an ordinary person, how could he not be nervous; but he controlled himself and showed a calm attitude.

Perhaps, he can make just the right use of this feeling of chaos and tension, perfectly substitute into Little Frank's state, break the fourth wall between the shooting scene and the movie screen, and freely switch between reality and illusion.

Based on the preparations made so far today, let’s go deeper.

This is Methodism, isn’t it?

Anson is also unsure of the rendering effect, but instead of conservatively following the steps, it is better to take some risks——

Don't be afraid to make mistakes, because it's better to be wrong than to be bored.

Anyway, as the director, Steven never adjusted or directed the performance, and completely allowed Anson and Tom to perform freely. This is the green light, right?

Riding in front of Tom Hanks?

That would be even better. Apart from now, what other opportunity is there to show off your acting skills in front of such a big shot? Besides, Tom is also an actor, opposite an actor, not a statue of a god who needs to look up and worship.

Ansen was slightly excited.

Therefore, Anson did not adjust his breathing. Instead, he allowed himself to be immersed in the chaos, trying to control his center of gravity in the chaos.

"Ready?"

"...The fifth shooting, shooting begins."

Anson entered the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, straightened his bow tie and hairstyle, and quietly Listening to the sound of the recorder announcing the start of filming from outside the door, I didn't move in a hurry. I just allowed myself to immerse myself in this slightly nervous and mind-clearing state. My fingertips became slightly numb -

as if ants were crawling.

In fact, there was no camera in the bathroom, because Steven was trying to create a contrast, so the main perspective of the scene was Carl, placing Little Frank in a mysterious position, and relying on the subsequent interaction between the two characters to gradually understand Little Frank. status is displayed.

So, now Anson is alone in the bathroom.

Despite this, Anson is still getting into the zone, even without the camera.

Focus.

Immersion.

Anson slowly settled down and was immersed in the splendor of the golden sunshine without knowing it. Then he could feel that the golden color was evolving into dark blue bit by bit, and the sunshine turned into lake water, drowning him.

My heart shrank. Bang!

"FBI!"

The sound of banging on the door and the sound of announcing one's own door exploded at the same time, like thunder.

In spite of himself, little Frank held his breath.

I looked around subconsciously. There were no windows or vents in the bathroom. The only exit was the front door. He was now the turtle in the urn.

What to do?

What to do, what to do, what to do?

Little Frank knew that the motel room was only about the size of a palm, and there was not much space including the closet and under the bed, so there was no way to hide anyone.

He now has two choices:

First, I believe that the FBI will not search the bathroom and miss him carelessly.

Second, instead of taking chances, it is better to take the risk and make a breakthrough head-on.

Thoughts are surging in my mind.

In just a flash of lightning, he had already made a judgment.

Take a deep breath, make a quick decision, and flush the toilet.

Crash.

“FBI!”

The sound of flushing water was heard outside the door panel and immediately there was shouting.

When he was not in a hurry, he calmed down, turned on the faucet and started washing his hands. He washed very carefully, not sparing every corner.

"Come out of the bathroom!"

The shouts were louder and louder, slightly more urgent. The anxiety and eagerness could be caught in the voice, and there was no control. Overall calmness.

Maybe - just maybe, this FBI agent rarely goes to the scene. After all, most of the time white-collar crimes can be solved by looking through documents in the office, which means that the other party lacks field experience.

The brain was running at a high speed, and then little Frank straightened his back and raised his chin, looked at himself in the mirror, raised the corners of his mouth exaggeratedly, then slowly relaxed, found a relaxed and comfortable position, and then turned around.

He took off his towel, wiped his hands slowly, and opened the bathroom door.

The goose-yellow light spilled out, and little Frank looked outside. First he saw the camera, and then he saw a middle-aged man who was tense and alert——

Suit. shirt. tie.

These are not the point. The point is that he has eyes like a nerd; and he also wears a top hat, a soft-brimmed bowler hat.

No field agent wears a hat. No.

Because it is too inconvenient, not suitable for exercise or pursuit.

Finally, his eyes fell on the tense and straightened arms. The black muzzle was pointed at him, and the tension all over his body was concentrated here.

Little Frank thought, this is a rookie.

Performance begins outside the camera. When entering the camera, the details are quietly integrated into the atmosphere.

"Put your hands on your head." The FBI agent issued a warning, interrupting little Frank's thoughts, but such forcefulness revealed the nature of being strong on the outside but strong on the inside.

Little Frank didn't pay attention at all. He raised his chin naturally and gestured towards the desk, "That's the latest IBM electric typewriter..."

Even if the gun is pointed at it, it still remains. Take your time.

(End of this chapter)