The Greatest Showman (Big Play Bone)

Chapter 466: Run out of oil

The whole person was leaning on the back of the chair, looking up at the cold moonlight and the sky full of stars, even through the car window, you could hear the whistling and hunting sounds in the dense night. Lan Li knew that his condition was terrible, even worse than when he was filming "Buried alive".

The scene was interrupted before the filming was finished. This means that you need to continue shooting, or even reshoot. The rhythm of Xingyun Liushui's performance was interrupted. When filming again, he had to adjust his state and re-enter the role. This was not easy for the actor. It was like self-torture. One time was not enough, and it was all over again.

But this is not a problem for the current Lanli. He is now fully engaged in the performance. Even if the rhythm is interrupted, he can easily engage again. The details and framework of the performance are vividly visible and presented in the brain very clearly and freely.

The understanding and control of performances are quietly changing little by little.

The really serious problem is that his physical condition and mental state are not optimistic.

From the outside, he is just a little tired now, there is not much difference. But in fact, his whole person is suffering and suffering.

His entire back was soaked, cold sweat spreading out in layers, and it had been dried once before, and it was soaked again; his whole body was drained, even a finger He couldn't move, feeling every muscle as if being crushed by a road roller; his temples were twitching one after another, and the tough and sensitive nerves gently tugged, all the way down the entire spine, tugging. Every nerve in his body, the extreme pain can't even shout.

When filming "Buried alive", he was almost alive. He almost thought he was going to die again. The immersive horror made people fall apart, but that was the experience of others, even though the boundary between reality and illusion was completely Confusion, even if the distinction between Paul Conroy and Renly Hall is completely blurred, it is an experience that Renly and Chu Jiashu have never actually experienced.

This time the filming of "anti-cancer me" truly re-traveled the path that I had experienced, from the torture of illness to the fear of death, from the advent of darkness to the torture of suffering, and finally reached the other side of the light. Being reborn is like the movie "Edge of Tomorrow" and "Source Code". He has to experience his own death again and again, death again, again, painful time, and time again.

Every time, I watched myself walking towards the end of death, but he was helpless and helpless. He could not help himself, nor could he ask for help, he could only repeat the ending of his death.

The torture of the spirit is like dripping water through the stone, every time it is so real, so real, so delicate, cruelly splitting the experience of death into countless details, just like dividing the "pain" into pieces, bit by bit. Taste it carefully until the soul is completely dissipated.

What is even more frightening is that what he experienced was not only the death of Chu Jiashu, but also the death of Adam. The torture of paralysis, the impact of cancer, so long and so fierce, it seems that you will never see the end, you can only float up and down in the boundless sea of ​​suffering.

He cannot say "buried alive" or "anti-cancer me", which one is more difficult to shoot, but there is no doubt that the pain and torture caused by "anti-cancer me" are so real and so real. There is nowhere to run. Even if you leave the illusion, even if you leave the movie, even if you end the shooting, in real life, the part of the soul that belongs to Chu Jiashu still suffers and accepts the torture of torture.

This is the cruelest part of illness and death.

In the catharsis of the scene just now, Lan Li has completely blurred the outline of the performance. Chu Jiashu in the previous life, Adam in the movie, Will in life, and himself in reality are all confused. It’s a performance, but a cry from the soul——

Experienced the ups and downs of emotions, from depression to release, from anger to despair, from unwilling to pain, from sadness to nothingness, from struggle to helplessness, until the final acceptance. After the surrender, the waves were calm and bitter. , Self-deprecating, bantering, and ridiculing, appearing gently like ripples, more intense than roller coasters and free landing.

Now he is almost exhausted.

His eyes were hot and painful. He tried to close his eyes and rested, only to find that the corners of his eyes were a little cracked, and the pain was severe. The hot heat was always scorching the eye sockets, and the soreness of the nose caused tears to flow up, but Before the mist formed, it had evaporated and disappeared, and the entire eye sockets were extremely dry.

I can't even cry.

He lowered his eyelids and laughed dumbly, but found that just this slight eye movement, the sharp pain passed through the temples, stimulating the brain, from the epidermis to the deep layer, as if there was a ground burrowing. He banged holes, and the pain that burst out at that moment spread to every corner of his limbs. He had to grit his teeth and endure unspeakable pain, but there was no sound at all.

He breathed out gently, the hot lungs were like needle sticks, and the air that came up filled with a **** smell, and his mouth filled with blood. He felt that he was like a paralyzed patient suffering from cancer. The sickle of the earth **** had been clamped around his neck, and he felt cold; but he still gritted his teeth and refused to give up.

Is this futile?

The moonlight and starlight in the line of sight cast a thin halo, and the whole world became hazy, with hot eye sockets and dry lips, as if a fire was burning in the lower abdomen, and the fuel was his blood. , Spirit and soul, when the flame goes out, it is the end of life.

The corners of his mouth twitched lightly, revealing a ridiculous smile.

Lan Li knew that this was an illusion, he was just performing. Chu Jiashu transformed and reborn as Lan Li-Hall. Will in life successfully survived the operation, and Adam in the script also got a new life through the operation. , This is not the end of life. However, at this moment, in this scene, his mentality has been maintained in such a wonderful and sad position.

Acting is really a magical thing, isn't it?

Whether it is a method or an experiential school, in the final analysis, they are all about establishing resonance between the actors and the characters, awakening their emotions, bringing that part of the emotions into the characters, and then bursting out the power of the plot.

Although the method is more opportunistic, it is still not easy to reach the peak——

For example, in "Brokeback Mountain", even if Heath Ledger regards Jack Gyllenhaal as the opposite **** and falls in love, he has to convince himself that Jack is a "other sex" and convince the audience that this is his Ability is also a manifestation of a certain degree of polished methodism. Later, when Heath was trying to figure out the role of the clown in "Batman: The Dark Knight", he broke the barriers of the methodist and really pushed himself to the end by the way of experientialism.

As for the experiential school, it was really too risky, as if it was performing with life. "Buried alive" performance, if Lan Li was put into the performance for the second time, it may be better or worse, but it is certain that it will definitely not be what it currently shows in the finished product. Because the performance of the experiential school is a moment of beauty, in a specific node, all the most real memories in the soul are burst out, completely confuse the boundary between performance and reality, and also confuse the difference between roles and individuals.

This is not reproducible.

This is the reason why Hollywood encourages more methodism. If every actor uses the experiential school, after reaching the extreme, he can no longer perform for a long time, or even enter the play too deeply and unable to extricate himself, leading to a series of irreparable consequences, it would be unthinkable.

Russia still encourages experiential performances, which is really intriguing. This is also the reason why Russian film works always have a rough and barbaric temperament, just like their literary works.

But for Lan Li, he doesn’t mind method or experientialism~lightnovelpub.net~ because no matter which method it is, it is a brand new experience and exploration for him, opening a whole new world for him, and renewing Know the performance, and re-learn performance.

He tried to calm down and think about how the scene was performed just now, the details of the difference between method and experientialism, the introduction and output of his own emotions, the ins and outs of this performance, and the experience after release. ......But before the thoughts had time to surge, the brain began to throb.

The pain came after another, and then began to spread, as if thousands of embroidery needles were pierced in at the same time. The piercing pain made his muscles tense, but he was exhausted now, even clenching his fingers. Not yet-he has lost the sensation of his fingers, he is not sure whether he can control his fingers, the muscles are so numb and stiff, it seems that he has completely lost consciousness, but the pain has not diminished, wave after wave, like a wave.

Then the temple began to ache again, and the thickness of the rope was pulled directly to the extreme, just like the master rope of a puppet. Pulling upwards, the whole body stands upright, and every corner can feel the powerfulness. A sense of involvement, and then completely lose control of the body, at the mercy of others.

Cold sweat permeated again. Even though I was sitting in the car without opening the windows, and I could not feel the cold wind, the chills still came wave after wave. Lan Li also couldn't tell whether it was a side effect after chemotherapy, or physical weakness caused by cancer, or a loss of physical function after paralysis, or else it was... her own illusion.

He sat quietly in the driver's seat like this, his eyes lowered slightly, but his body was being tortured and tortured by the stormy sea. The pain was so extreme that he began to enjoy it, the curvature of the corner of his mouth gently raised. Bitter, but sweet.