Chapter 405 An Impression
At the beginning, including Steven himself, it was generally believed that Anson was just a vase and a model, a skin responsible for showing the different images of Frank Abagnale Jr. to attract the audience with his masculine charm. His unique temperament that can handle different styles was the main reason for Steven's decision.
However, what now?
How much of this original intention is left?
From performance to charm, from details to aura, Anson brought surprises one after another. In the first half of the filming, he had already created a radiant screen image that even made Tom Hanks It also became eclipsed.
As a director, what more could he ask for?
Vaguely, Steven is looking forward to "Spider-Man"——
Yes, not "Cat and Mouse Game", but "Spider-Man".
Steven is very curious about what kind of screen charm Anson's Spider-Man can show. There is no doubt that this is an unboxing opportunity full of surprises.
This young actor is about to shine on the big screen with a sudden appearance. Steven has 100% confidence and he can't wait to witness it.
For a moment, just a short moment, thoughts were rushing through my mind, but in fact, the eyes of Anson and Tom on the screen collided for just a moment.
Then.
Turn around, little Frank hugged his typewriter and continued walking.
One step.
Go out.
Finally, little Frank left the room and escaped.
And what about Carl?
Now that Carl was finally alone in the room, the white-collar criminal investigator who sat in the office every day relaxed.
Whoop, whoop.
Finally, I can finally take a breath.
The whole process was tense and the whole process was in crisis. Everything happened so fast that he even forgot to breathe. Only then did he feel the burst of lactic acid secretion. His knees were shaking slightly and he almost lost his balance.
Bent down to support his knees, his calves softened, and he took a small step back. Seeing that he was about to fall, he quickly grabbed the bed to control himself.
He sat down at the end of the bed, pulled up his hat, and with a thick layer of sweat on his forehead, he let out a long breath and finally calmed down a little.
“Haha.”
Looking back on the whole process, it was a little ridiculous and a little lucky. Then thinking that the suspect had been arrested, Karl, who had always been unsmiling, looked a little honest and laughed.
"Haha."
Thinked about it carefully and showed a satisfied expression.
But I still can’t believe it.
"The Secret Service?"
Wait...wait.
Something seems to be a little bit wrong, but I can't tell why exactly it is wrong. Could it be that I am too worried?
After all, the scene is different from the office. Adrenaline rushes to the heart, the brain cannot think normally, and inexplicable suspicion is normal.
But...
Wait.
He was stunned, his eyes lowered and fell on the wallet in his left hand.
His brain was still in a mess due to lack of oxygen, and he couldn't think rationally. He just opened the button with a sudden force.
Crack.
This time, with two hands to help, things were much simpler and opened smoothly.
It was so smooth that he was slightly startled. He couldn't help but pause for a moment, just like the tension and anticipation before opening Pandora's box, and then he accelerated his movements.
Open wallet.
--What?
Advertising. Plastic seal. newspaper. Discount coupons.
Inside, everything is waste paper. all.
No documents, no driving license, no credit card.
Karl panicked.
His fingers were busy for a while, and he emptied out his wallet layer by layer, but still found nothing. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the room, and then finally reacted.
Only now did he realize what was unusual -
Tag. On the dining table, there are tableware for hotel room service, but the outer packaging of bottles and jars such as ketchup, Coca-Cola, juice, champagne, peanut butter, etc. has all been torn off.
He had been wondering just now, always feeling that something was wrong. Now the answer was revealed. All the torn outer packaging was neatly folded and stuffed into the wallet.
Damn it.
What the hell!
Church, grass, grass.
Karl emptied his entire wallet, his heart dropped hard, and finally felt the impact of free fall, and glanced around the room:
Oops.
Immediately, Karl jumped up and rushed to the window, trying to find the vehicle where the suspect had just been detained. However, the curtains opened and he saw him.
Barry Allen.
"Barry" was jogging along. He looked back at the window and noticed Karl's figure. Without hesitation, he quickened his pace, rushed to a car on the side of the road, opened the door and got in.
Karl: Stare!
“Hey!”
Karl shouted loudly, but the other party ignored him at all. He quickly got into the car, started the engine, and drove away.
Reflexively, Karl prepared to jump out of the window, but while supporting the window lattice with both hands, he found that he could not climb up with his clumsy movements. Even if it was only the second floor, it was still too difficult for him. .
Realizing this, Carl went crazy, completely crazy——
Watching "Barry"'s vehicle leave his sight.
“Oh, hell!”
The string of reason was broken, and Karl threw the wallet out, furious.
"Stuck!"
It's over, it's finally over.
This time, without even waiting for Steven's further instructions, the filming scene could not hold back the commotion. One or two people raised their hands in the air:
Hoo, ho ho ho.
Cheers, boos, mixed with whistles, like a party, the whole motel was very lively, spreading from the first floor to the second floor, and from the second floor to the first floor.
Noisy, carnival.
Compared with any words, this kind of reaction is the most real and direct.
Permeated the whole place.
Steven stood up from behind the monitor and was about to speak, but he was surrounded by the excitement of the entire scene. He couldn't help but swallow his words and stood there blankly, with a little helplessness on his expression - —
It's one thing to like it; it's another thing to have the shooting plan interrupted and lose control on the set.
But this time, Steven did not interrupt, the smile at the corner of his mouth rose slightly, and he walked straight towards Anson on the first floor.
This scene is indeed very special.
Anson is more restrained than usual, and Tom is more exaggerated than usual. Both actors are adjusting and adjusting. This is also an important reason for the NG several times before. They are looking for the right state in the rival scenes. Constantly adjust according to the opponent's frequency, trying to achieve a fit.
This is the correct way to start a rivalry scene. You cannot ask only one party to adjust, nor can you ask only one party to change. Only when the two actors fit in with each other can they find a correct frequency, sparks from collision, and let The performance burst out a chemical reaction where one plus one is greater than two.
Such adjustments are not easy.
Forget about Anson, even an experienced actor like Tom needs to try again and again.
Thus, the two images finally presented on the screen, Anson is not like Anson, and Tom is not like Tom. The misalignment of the performance frequency creates a different kind of comedy effect -
Just what he wanted.
From the very beginning, Steven wanted to make the film a colorful and entertaining work. There was no need for bitterness, hatred or darkness.
Now, they are on the right path.
However, the on-site staff and actors were not sure, and all their eyes fell on Steven.
Keeping eyes on Steven, he stopped in front of Anson.
"Thumbs up."
"Steven gave Anson a thumbs up, two thumbs up."
boom!
The scene was filled with applause.
(End of this chapter)