Looking at the students crying and laughing in front of him, Lan Li continued to joke, "Wipe off your tears one by one, and I will be shooting soon. In this state, people who don’t know thought we were filming.' "Death Poetry Club'."

But this time there was no expectation of laughter in the classroom. Instead, he was stunned. Then someone asked, "Sir, what movie is "Death Poetry Society"?"

Lan Li was ashamed. How could he forget that for these students whose lives are above the struggling line, watching art movies is not a daily leisure way to choose. "A movie that I personally like very much, starring Robin-williams." Robin is quite famous for most ordinary audiences. Sure enough, many The students all showed a suddenly realized look.

The atmosphere eased slightly, and Sami and Betty came to the front of the classroom in a trot, eyes full of fawning, looking at Lan Li, like a wet pug, but they didn't dare to speak. Everyone knows that before going into filming, Lan Li needs time to calm down and read the script carefully, not to be disturbed easily.

But the longing eyes didn't hide the slightest. Lan Li couldn't miss it, and smiled helplessly, "What's the matter?"

Sammy and Betty exchanged sights, but both of them were shuddering each other, unwilling to speak, hoping that the other could speak. Seeing such a scene, Lan Li's pretending indifferent voice came again, "If you don't say anything, there will be no chance."

The two little Nizis were startled immediately, and Sammy rushed to say, "Sign. Sir, we want to ask, can you sign for us?" Betty next to him nodded in agreement, "We just think, think To leave a memorial, it would be great if we could take a group photo, if not, we could also..."

Under Lan Li's gaze, the voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared. Sammy shrank his head and dared not speak, Betty didn't even dare to look up at Renly.

The usual Lan Li has always been cold, and he is meticulous in his work and striving for perfection. In some cases, it is even strict and demanding. Even Tony, Lan Li dares to confront directly. Being in awe of authority, the actors and crew members have more or less the feeling of looking up, which can be seen from the title of "Mr.".

Now, they suddenly put forward the request of the idol group, and they are unavoidable.

"No." Lan Li's cold and alienated voice rang out, and there was no room for maneuver. Sammy and Betty both slumped their shoulders, with unconcealable disappointment between their expressions, "Wait for the official completion."

When these words rang, both of them were stunned. They didn't realize what it meant for a while, and then they heard Lan Li start to rush people, "The camera and the actors are ready, we need to start shooting."

The two little nizis nodded their heads again and again like frightened birds, trot all the way, turned around, and left the classroom. After they came outside, they stopped, and the two people had time to exchange their sights. Sami was not sure, so, still panting, Betty cautiously said, "Does the sir just mean...after the completion, we can get the autograph?"

Sami looked at Betty, and Betty looked at Sami. After the brain turned around, both of them showed cheerful expressions and almost screamed. Fortunately, they realized that the shooting was about to begin, and quickly covered their mouths, but their eyes showed joy of happiness. As if standing above the clouds.

"Everyone prepares." There was a shout from the ear, Sammy and Betty ran quickly, and quickly dodged behind the monitor, panting, and his cheeks flushed. Jeremy's face was surprised. Sami stuck out his tongue, laughed, and said repeatedly, "It's shooting, it's shooting." Then he waved his hands repeatedly to signal everyone to divert attention.

The final clearing sound of the scene came from a distance, and the noise around it gradually settled down. Even though this is the last scene to be finished, the work is not completed until the filming is actually finished. What's more, this is a very difficult scene.

Lan Li closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and slowly spit out the muddy air in his chest. All the irritability and thoughts settled down with the exhalation. Regardless of whether there were other sounds outside, the concentration began to be highly concentrated, and there was only the sound of gurgling air in my ears, and the vastness and magnificence of the solitary smoke of the desert swayed like ink in my mind.

For Lan Li, this is not the last scene before the finale, nor the last scene before the graduation exam. This is an ordinary scene, a scene in the "transcendence" script. A scene that requires careful consideration and careful preparation.

When they were still at the Royal College of Art in London, students were often young and impetuous. At the beginning and end of a play, it was inevitable that they would be taken lightly because of excitement and easily distracted. This also caused the performance to be out of standard. As a result, the teacher was furious. The student was scolded bloody.

A truly outstanding performance should have a beginning and an end, not only because this is the beginning and the end of the story, but also because it is the integrity of the character. Only when you are fully engaged and filming each scene can you ensure the continuity of the entire performance. What's more, in many times the ending part of a drama bears the heavy responsibility of sublimating the plot, and the importance of performance is self-evident.

The first scene and the last scene, the climax scene and the transition scene, should not be distinguished between difficulty and easy, and should not be distinguished between the severity, and treated equally. This is not an easy task, and the actor's attention and concentration are extremely demanding. However, Lanly is working hard to adhere to this principle.

What's more, "detachment" is the graduation summary exam chosen by Lan Li himself. How could he take it lightly?

After the precipitation calmed down, Henry's thoughts began to spread and boil. The reason why "detachment" can be regarded by Lan Li as a major challenge for performanceist acting is that besides the delicate touch and richness of emotions which are a severe test of acting skills, the main reason lies in the lines.

Karl Lund completely used the technique of stage drama to write a lot of monologues and narrations, and the lines are precisely the most important part of the basic skills, because the lines themselves contain a lot of deep meaning, and at the same time tell the pitch, intonation, tone and emotion of the lines. Full of countless possibilities, the same line bursts out with different powers without the interpretation of actors, and then gives the performance a different color.

The next scene is the ultimate test of the lines, but also the ultimate test of the performanceist acting skills. Almost every actor sent by the academy has gone through such an exam: performances in a one-man show, and require the body language to be reduced as much as possible, and only use facial expressions and lines to complete the performance. The minimalist performance does not mean minimalist emotions. .

Lan Li did not recall the lines again and again, but calmed down and entered Henry's world. Ingeniously, he recalled everything that happened to Henry in a methodical way of acting.

After going through the vicissitudes of life and suffering, Henry finally stopped and decided to change direction again and embark on a different life path. He didn't know what the end of this path was, but at least he tried to make a change. Standing at the fork in the road and looking back, watching my own life, watching all the things that happened around me in the past, watching my grandfather and Meredith who left me, watching the faces of students full of expectation and fear in front of me , Looking at the thorny and dark social reality... I was sad, barren, and desolate, but there was a glimmer of dawn. A faint, small, indifferent dawn.

In the abyss of despair, this ray of light is not enough to illuminate the world, but it is enough to make moths try their best to chase after it. Henry hopes that at least this hope can be kept in this classroom.

The origin of Methodism and the process of Expressionism finally settled in a whole new world. Unfamiliar, but gradually becoming familiar, his thoughts are calm and surging, Lan Li is a little bit fond of the feeling of this kind of performance, as if the dark tide is raging under the calm lake surface, floating on it quietly, feeling the emptiness and emptiness above the water surface. Sober ~lightnovelpub.net~ The turbulent turbulence under the water has opened up all the pores on and under the body, stern and refreshing.

"Start shooting!"

That crisp sound draws a gulf between the two worlds of reality and illusion, majestic and vigorous; at the moment when breathing and exhalation are over, all the clouds are surging, all the flying sand and rocks are gathered in the chest, the world Only a piece of silence is left.

The performance did not start immediately, but allowed the silent atmosphere to spread slowly, and the residual restlessness in the air disappeared; however, no one spoke, not even the staff standing behind the camera, let alone. The students sitting in the classroom and engaged in the performance.

All eyes were focused on Lan Li's body, keeping his eyes on.

The figure was so quiet and serene, the tight shoulder line loosened little by little, but before it had time to relax completely, it tightened again. There was a faint sadness and bitterness between the eyebrows, but not turbulent, just like the mist when the morning sun rose, faintly fainted among the barren ruins, the empty dark place did not make a sound, and it was decadent. The trees, the yellow grass and the collapsed ruins are like the sunset at the end of the world. The weak vitality is still pervading among the scattered bricks, but it has been fragmented and cannot be pieced together, sad, helpless, and lonely.

But after blinking his eyes, he found that the figure stood there quietly and peacefully, with no unnecessary emotions and no unnecessary turbulence. Everything just now seemed to be just my own illusion, and nothing seemed to have happened. . However, the mixed emotions remaining in the bottom of my heart are still rolling, and the faint, shallow bitterness slowly and slowly ripples on the tip of the tongue, circle after circle.

Involuntarily, everyone held their breath, lest they would miss a world in the blink of an eye.