Chapter 532: Breathless Staring
Lift up your coat and school bag, then put them down heavily——
Bang.
A crisp sound.
Anson vented his annoyance in this way, took a deep breath to calm himself down, turned around and picked up the public phone, took out two coins and stuffed them in, pressed the phone number, and calmed down a little.
Waiting, waiting.
"Hey, Luca? Anson."
"Yes, dad is drunk again..."
As he said that, he looked out, and his body couldn't help but look towards He leaned against the transparent cover of the public phone, frowning slightly, and carefully looked at his father sitting in the passenger seat, worried that he would make some strange move again.
However, before he could take a closer look, a voice came from behind him.
"So, Mr. MacFarlane."
Anson was startled and bared his teeth for a moment, but immediately showed a smile, turned his head and looked at the voice, "Hello, Mr. Russ."
< br>A bald man stood behind, staring at Anson with a smile on his face.
"Uh, sorry, I'm late, my dad took me to lunch - breakfast, I mean."
He tried to make up an excuse in a hurry, but unfortunately he still couldn't He is good at it, and his flaws are already exposed with just one sentence.
Mr. Russ said expressionlessly, "My office."
After saying that, and ignoring Anson, Mr. Russ turned and left.
Anson turned to look at Mr. Russ. Although he couldn't see his facial expression, he could see that his shoulders and jawline were sinking slightly. It could be seen that he sighed softly.
Then Anson turned around, lowered his head, leaned his shoulder against the public phone, and muttered something depressed in a low voice.
“Yes, I’m in trouble.”
Someone was talking on the other end of the phone.
Anson listened obediently.
The entire scene was silent -
This is where Gus has always been concerned about, this is the phone call scene.
In fact, Anson’s understanding of the entire scene, situation, and feelings were all correct. A seventeen-year-old boy tried to skip class but was discovered by his father; his father wanted to send him back to school, but he found that his father was suspected of Because of his alcoholism, he had to worry about his father's condition. After he returned to school, he was full of worries, irritability, impatience, helplessness, etc.
In desperation, he could only ask his brother for help. Even if he wanted to help, he didn't know how to get it.
The depressed and lonely youth not only have to face their own situation in school, but also need to worry about the situation at home. Their heads are filled with questions and worries, but there are no answers.
Such a state is delicate and fragile.
There is no problem with Anson’s understanding.
However, Gus always thought that Anson's performance felt slightly wrong.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was too much effort, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was too craftsmanship, but Gus could still see the traces of performance.
Such traces cannot be concealed in a long lens, so they are not convincing.
But Gus couldn’t tell a specific reason for how to modify or adjust it.
Gus doesn’t think this is Anson’s fault, it’s mainly just a matter of running-in.
Until now.
This time, Gus didn't detect any trace of expression on Anson. From his eyes to his movements to his reactions, everything seemed natural and smooth, showing a state of restraint and subtle subtlety.
At this moment, Gus saw the Anson he was when they first met -
A little fragile, a little helpless, a little irritable, and a little lonely.
He tried to cover up, tried to hide, and only leaked a little bit inadvertently when he was stunned, but he hid it again when he looked up, but he didn't hide it well. Youth is like that.
This kind of Anson is real and sensitive, and firmly captures Gus's attention.
More importantly, Gus can sense Anson's sensitivity and uneasiness.
Anson is still unsure about this state. Exposing such a truth in front of the camera makes him feel insecure, and there is even a trace of fear deep in his heart; but this mood perfectly fits the state of the movie and fades away. The disguise of performance further breaks down the barriers between film and reality, giving the pseudo-documentary lens power.
One detail, Gus noticed Harris' state:
Breathless stare.
As a photographer, Harris can feel the changes in the aura and atmosphere most closely. Anson's state made Harris hold his breath and dare not move rashly, as if he was approaching a castle made of sand.
This is what Gus has been looking for.
This kind of Anson has completely lost the aura and hustle and bustle of Spider-Man, and his handsome face is hidden behind that vulgar blond hair, carefully revealing some reality.
The thin sunlight fell down, but it seemed unable to fall on him.
Anson held the receiver and seemed to be listening, but also seemed a little careless, but his focused expression still showed a little well-behaved and quiet.
Then, he finally stood up straight, raised his head and looked out the door again, casually confirming once again that his father was still sitting in the passenger seat, which made him feel a little more at ease.
He did not continue until the words on the other end of the phone ended.
"Will you pick him up? I left the car keys in the office."
Uh.
A pause.
"As soon as possible, okay? I don't know if he will run around."
My eyes stayed outside, but I couldn't keep looking at my father, so I drifted to the side, but I couldn't help but focus on my father out of the corner of my eyes. .
"Yeah. Okay."
He hung up the phone.
He glanced at his father again, then turned around and left irritably, picked up his coat and schoolbag, lowered his head and shoulders slightly, and opened the door to the faculty and staff office——
Pass the front desk and proceed by appointment to Mr. Ruth's office.
It’s done!
Finally, Gus did not interrupt the filming this time. The fourteen previous phone calls were finally passed smoothly, and the entire set was completely silent.
But don’t be stunned.
The students and staff who were waiting in other scenes were all busy, because the one-shot long-shot shooting was not over, the camera was locked on Anson, and at the same time, things in other parts of the school were still happening.
Fortunately, it is not unfamiliar to them, because it is their ordinary daily life.
Originally they were a little nervous because of the presence of the camera, but the fourteen long waits for NG made all their tension and anxiety numb; at this time, they finally entered the camera, and the amateur actors entered the filming for the first time. Instead, relax and enter your own state wholeheartedly.
Harris carried the camera and followed Anson's steps step by step.
Is there anything special about Anson in the shot?
No. Not at all.
Natural, relaxed, immersed in his own thoughts, with no obvious emotional ups and downs, only the drooped shoulders and shuffling steps revealed a hint of heaviness.
However.
Harris' lens is completely inseparable from Anson, firmly capturing his every move, quietly getting involved in the world of this seventeen-year-old boy, and feeling his sensitivity and loss in detail.
Finally.
Anson sat down on the red sofa against the wall of Mr. Ruth's office.
He sat down gently, but sank heavily. Before he had time to react, his whole body had completely sunk into the red sofa, like a small ball being swallowed by a red piranha. In the blink of an eye, only a small head was left.
(End of this chapter)