How To Say I Love You - Chapter 36.1
Fang Kun expressed some serious doubts to Ji Mian’s words, “Are you sure? The scene just now was very simple. You didn’t do anything. Just acted and said a few lines. How could you get into the role?”
Ji Mian shook her head and smiled, “You don’t understand. The feeling he gave me was so sincere. There was no trace of falsehood. His external performance may be lacking, but the burst of emotion he gave could easily win anyone’s trust. For a moment, I really regarded him as my brother. ”
The feeling of being surrounded by warm blessings and eager expectations, Ji Mian didn’t know how to describe it, and what was worse was that he couldn’t get rid of it immediately. His life had never been blessed, and no one had expectations of him, so he was not used to it.
“So powerful?” Fang Kun still had some disbelief. Ji Mian may seem gentle and easy-going, but in fact, it was just an appearance. He was always too-rational and never let his emotions dominate his behaviour. He felt that he should start a career, so he became the film emperor; he felt that there should be a relationship, so he had Lin Le Yang; he felt that he should rest, so he decided to retreat behind the scenes. If one day he felt that it was time to settle down, Fang Kun had no doubt that he would come out immediately, and then marry Lin Leyang abroad, and even adopt or surrogate a child.
His life had always been under his control, so he preferred the expressive style performances, which kept him awake at all times. No one knows how long he spent preparing and practising under the silver screen when he created classic characters one after another. He could go to a mental hospital for a few months to play a good role as a schizophrenic, and he would farm in the countryside to play a good farmer. His acting skills rely on experience, experience and imitation, not so-called “Empathy.”
But no one can deny that his superb expressiveness and rich life experience made every character he created come to life. Suddenly, he jumped from one performance to another completely different, especially a completely opposite performance mode. He must be very uncomfortable, right?
Thinking of this, Fang Kun couldn’t help but become nervous, “Are you okay? Would you like to go back to the lounge alone for a while and let yourself relax?”
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“No need.” Ji Mian considered for a moment and then shook his head, “Actually this feeling is not bad.”
“That’s good. Come, drink some water.” Fang Kun breathed a sigh of relief and passed a bottle of mineral water.
Xiao Jiashu was also affected by the strong feeling of heartache. If he were a screenwriter, he would definitely change the ending of Ling Feng and Ling Tao. Even if they were bankrupt, imprisoned, or fled overseas together, it would be 10,000 times better than the current tragic ending. Alas, people can really go the wrong way. One wrong step and it would be their doom waiting for them.
He gazed at the screen with emotion, trying to see the effect of the shooting, and then realized slowly: Hey, he didn’t seem to act according to the script at all? The lines are also wrong. Why didn’t Director Luo stop?
Why didn’t Luo Zhangwei stop it? The answer lied in Xiao Jiashu’s eyes. After he almost fell, his look towards Ji Mian was full of a younger brother’s attachment to his elder brother. This momentary emotion was enough to convince the camera, the director, and then the audience.
When Ji Mian was standing on the sidelines to quietly observe, Luo Zhangwei was going to intersperse some childhood memories at this part, awakening the only conscience left in Ling Tao’s heart, and let the audience understand why he suddenly made the decision to terminate the Ebola. But the effect of this memory would be far less than the smile Xiao Jiashu gave when he realised Ji Mian was staring at him.
He may not feel it himself, but in the camera, his clear black and white eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of watery lustre, which trembled slightly against the evening sun, full of heartache, warmth, love and gratitude. How eager he was to find the ultimate happiness for his brother, who gave everything for him. And his clumsiness on the court also made Ling Tao realize that his brother still needed taking care of as he was a child, so he couldn’t sink deeper into the abyss.
The script didn’t say it explicitly, but Luo Zhangwei was able to interpret Ling Tao’s hidden words. At this moment, when he saw his carefree brother bathed in the sun, he wanted to wash white and even quit the underworld completely. Xiao Jiashu did not act according to the script, and his lines were not correct, but his emotions made the scene more profound and convincing than described in the script.
“Actor-Instrumental Theory” was very popular in today’s film industry. Many directors think that film actors are living props to realize the director’s intentions. They only need to mechanically obey the director’s arbitrary disposition, and meet the role settings in temperament and image. What of acting skills? It doesn’t matter at all. Some people even suggested that “there is no actor who can’t act, but a director who can’t make a film.” The success and failure of a movie are completely attributed to the director’s ability.
However, Luo Zhangwei disagreed with this notion. For some important shots, he would ask the actor to act them originally according to his intentions. However, in some daily plots, especially those that require a lot of emotions to successfully pave the way, he would let the actors act their own role. After all, a film was a collective creation. A good film must have a good director, a good actor, a good sound engineer, a good editor, a good makeup artist, etc., in order to finally achieve the box office sales.
