Chapter 537 Naturally Made
Cover your cheeks with both hands, cover your eyes with the warmth of your fingertips, stop things from happening before the warmth comes out of your eyes, and try your best to control yourself.
H.
Take a deep, deep breath.
But.
Just like that.
Breathing in, but not breathing out.
The fingers covering his eyes were trembling slightly, the lines of his shoulders and arms were tense to the extreme, and he tried with all his strength to control himself.
Because.
Once this breath is exhaled, tears seem to burst.
He thought he had it under control, he thought he had no special thoughts at all, he thought he just needed a little space to relax.
But I didn’t expect...
Those complicated and turbulent waves broke through the defense line without warning.
Then, he stood there blankly like a wooden man.
The picture is still again——
Not only Anson, but also Alex and Eric couldn't help but hold their breath. Even though they tried their best to control it, their eyes were still slightly moist.
Is it sad? Angry? Painful?
Yes, but also no.
It is a kind of confusion. Deep powerlessness and silent depression are intertwined. You are at a loss and feel lost. Although you are not particularly sad, you can't help but shed tears. All kinds of thoughts are intertwined. .
Once I held my breath, it was like burying my head in water. My tears melted silently into the water. No one could see it except myself.
The power of that emotion was silent but raging.
It was only then that I realized that, in fact, performances do not necessarily have to be seen.
When filming the "Cat and Mouse Game", the close-up images focused on the face and eyes, and the emotions, pulls, and turbulences were displayed in detail, and even every detail was presented in the lens, telling the world.
The explosion and impact of the performance hit my face.
But not now.
It is also a close-up shot, but neither the expression nor the eyes can be seen. Not only is the face covered with both hands, but also the profile of the face. Everything is hidden, but it firmly grasps the focus of the camera in another way.
This is what Gus has been looking for——
A state. A feeling.
It is unimaginable that there are no lines and no plot, but such a set of long shots can push the power of the lens to a whole new level.
Is this what Dogma 95 advocates?
Movies have always been about the lens.
As that sentence says, dramas are the art of screenwriters, dramas are the art of actors, and movies are the art of directors. In addition to the plot and actors, the audio-visual experience presented by the director through the lens is The biggest charm of the movie.
At this time, Gus finally found the state he had been looking for.
There is no performance, no sculpture, everything is natural and reveals itself naturally. Just like a movie breaks the boundary between reality and illusion, the boundary between actors and characters has also disappeared, and drama and reality are perfectly integrated. A power that is enough to make the soul tremble is budding.
In the picture, one takes a deep breath, but it seems that there is no end in sight.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
Anson kept inhaling and tried to press the pause button. For a long time, he still couldn't control himself.
Gus seemed to be able to see a faint flash of tears in the corner of Anson's eyes, but before he could distinguish it, Anson immediately wiped it away with his fingertips.
Take a long breath, then take a deep breath again, and continue to control yourself.
Cover your face tightly with both hands, completely blocking all the expressions on the palm-sized face. There is a hint of struggle and collapse between the eyebrows, and you are tightening on the edge of the cliff. Reins.
what to do.
What should he do?
There are so many question marks in life that almost drown him until he can't breathe, but he doesn't have any answers. He can't even think calmly. He just keeps running in place like a hamster. At a loss.
Sometimes, he really wanted to leave and leave this mess behind; but sometimes, he couldn't help but worry about his father, and he couldn't bear it after all.
Sometimes, he just wants to forget all this and continue to be a child; but sometimes, he realizes that he is no longer a child.
Sometimes, he thinks about what if nothing had happened, if time could be turned back, if he could carelessly ignore the victims, if he could pursue happiness selfishly, if life could be simple Some...
If only life were like a math problem, and every problem had a formula and an answer.
Again, breathe in.
Pause.
Just like pressing the pause button, as long as you don't breathe out, time will not continue to move forward; as long as you persist long enough, your wish will come true; as long as you continue to hide here, you can become invulnerable.
During the short period of holding your breath, the world quieted down, and all the noise and bustle disappeared.
Then.
Take out a long, long breath, as if to spit out all the dullness and annoyance. The tension in your shoulders and arms also relaxes for a long time, and you lower your head dullly, and for a long time Her hair hung down to cover the expression on her face, and an invisible gloom and sadness fell on her shoulders.
Regain the calmness of breathing.
Finally, finally a little calmer.
Hurryly, he raised his hands and rubbed his eyes vigorously, pretending that there was sand in his eyes.
"Hey, hello."
A greeting came from behind, and he subconsciously rubbed his cheeks quickly with both hands. Nervously and flustered, he turned slightly sideways and looked back cautiously. I saw the girl for the first time.
An unexpected guest, Alicia.
"Hi." Anson responded.
Immediately turned around, sniffed, lowered his head, and used his hanging hair as a mask to hide the remaining embarrassment on his cheeks.
Try your best to pretend everything is fine.
Unexpectedly, Alicia walked over directly.
Anson hurriedly wiped his eyes, wiped his face, and quickly tidied himself up; but his movements were still half a beat slow, and Alicia had already come over.
Alicia noticed Anson's movements, and even her footsteps slowed down. She tilted her head slightly to look at Anson, and gently lifted his hair, "What's wrong?"
Anson mustered up the courage to face him. Alicia's gaze covered her face lightly, "Nothing."
Alicia saw Anson's slightly red eyes, "Are you crying?"
Then The voice was light and gentle, like the first ray of warm sunshine tearing through the night on a winter morning.
Anson:……
"Yes."
After a short pause, Anson lightly shrugged without denying it.
But he lowered his eyes, tried his best to pretend to be calm, and tried to downplay it as much as possible.
Alicia looked at Anson worriedly, "Did something bad happen?"
Anson was stunned——
How should he explain it? Where should I start to explain?
Looking up at the ceiling, thinking about it seriously, there was still no answer, "I don't know."
Alicia looked at Anson carefully for a while, and there was an impulse, a primitive impulse, Standing on tiptoes, he kissed Anson gently on the cheek, without any emotion, just a comfort.
Same as hugging.
The lips, like a butterfly landing on the first green bud shed by the sun, quietly bloomed with a touch of warmth and vitality. They separated after a brief touch, but made people hold their breath involuntarily, fearing that Startled the butterfly, staring at the colorful butterfly wings with wide eyes.
(End of this chapter)