True Star 《巨星 》 Ju Xing
True Star Chapter 130, Volume 2, the Budding Talent, Chapter 2: Obstacles (1)
NG(No Good) is common in shooting, one pass direct is rare, even if you are a film star who has won the highest award at every festival in the world, there is no way to guarantee one pass in filming. At its best, it's usually four to seven shots take that make a good scene, and at its worst, it's ten or more attempts that don't satisfy the Director, at which point both the actor and the Director will slowly feel the pressure like a growing mountain.
"No, it's not, let's do it all over again." Sitting behind the monitor with his baseball cap on, the Director shook his head, "Take a ten minute break."
It's the eighth shot of Tang Feng in Act 1, scene 1, still unfinished.
It's not that there hasn't been such a scene in Fiennes Tang's decades of filming that hasn't been shot for the eighth time, only that this is the first scene in since which Tang Feng has been reborn, and it's inevitably a bit distracting to get into the mud at the beginning, and it doesn't seem to him that it's a scene that needs seven or eight to pass.
At the beginning of the play, the monk "Tang", played by Tang Feng, walks alone with the urn of an old priest on the road to China, with the sky behind him and the indifferent pedestrians on both sides.
No one was paying attention to a monk like Tang, but Tang, who was wearing a black monkhood hat to cover himself up, looked a bit restless and sad.
"There is less genuine sadness in your eyes, the old priest was a friend to Tang and was the only existence that he could rely on, now that the old priest has suddenly left, what Tang has lost is not only a loved one who raised and educated him, but even the walls that his heart used to defend against the outside world, Tang Feng, think of the person who is especially important to you, try to feel Tang's heart." Director Li Wei didn't get angry or angry with Tang Feng, and took the time off to not forget to talk drama with each other.
After saying that, the Director left and gave Tang Feng some time to purify himself.
Someone particularly important? True sadness? Tang Feng sat alone and recalled what the Director had just said, was he wrong in his understanding of monk Tang from the beginning?
As Tang Feng, there weren't many people in his past life that made him particularly feel like a pillar to hold on, Larry was one of them, it was just that the old guy always went over and over again to teach him to look away, no matter what, and not be too clingy to the past sad and angry.
This, coupled with the fact that he has been recuperating from illness, drinking tea and practicing tai chi, has led to a lack of opportunities for love because he is too open-minded.
The friar in Devil's Trail is a fragile and sensitive man, and the old priest's departure leaves him feeling more than sadness, more than a sense of loss and wandering, a sense of uncertainty about the future as he walks the streets of people coming and going.
"Okay, let's do it again!" When the ten-minute break was over, the Director told everyone to take their places and continue with the beat.
The Director sat behind the monitor and shouted, "Three, two, one, go!"
When the camera operator is ready, the crew's set manager is clacking up with a board and reading, "This is the ninth shoot."
Although the sun is shining, Tang Feng still needs to imagine himself in the dark and dense world of old society, with an old urn in his hand, he needs to walk from the street to the end of the street, and none of the long shots give him a chance to catch his breath, even if he has to start all over again if there is a little misstep at the end.
It shouldn't be that difficult now for Tang Feng, who just called in a three-minute long shot at a Superstar class.
He walked forward step by step, the road was muddy and brittle and dirty under his feet, the crowd on either side of him rubbed his shoulders and body backwards like water against the current, he was the only one who kept walking forward, occasionally bumped into the shoulder, he also just hid his head under the big black hat like a frightened fawn, holding the old priest's urn tightly in his arms.
It's not a long road, but it's like he's been walking for decades, with countless eyes lingering on his flesh and soul every minute and second. "Cut! Stop!" the Director Li Wei suddenly shouted a stop when he was halfway through, and Tang Feng froze for a moment, as far as he was concerned, he had already done his best to put himself into the role, but it was only a few minutes before the Director shouted a stop again, or was it not possible?
Tang Feng walked towards the monitor wanting to see exactly what was wrong with the footage that was just shot, he himself may not have known where to go when he was acting and didn't perform well, if you go behind the camera you may be able to spot the problem." Tang Feng, you come with me." Director Li Wei walked over and pulled his arm towards the side of the roof, and Tang Feng didn't get a chance to see his performance on camera.
"Director, I'm sorry." On the first day of work, Tang Feng was caught in a dilemma, and the pressure he felt was not only from his own guesses about the role, his own doubts, but also from the whole team.
As long as this one wasn't filmed they couldn't move on to the next step, from morning to now a whole three hours have passed, three hours of continuous non-stop Park city filming, the occasional ten or five minute break, again, no, continue, still no, it's not just Tang Feng who is under pressure, but the crew's work has come to a halt because his performance didn't meet the Director's expectations.
The one who really takes the pressure is still Tang Feng.
"You know what? There are only so many people in Chinese circles who have broken into Hollywood, and only one of those two or three Chinese, Fiennes Tang, can compete with other European and American Superstars on the same level, and we had talked about Fiennes right, but his sudden departure has hit the whole process hard." Director Li Wei stood in front of Tang Feng and sighed, pulling down the ball cap to whack away at his graying short hair.
The Director, who was still inspiring Tang Feng just now, has suddenly changed his tune.
Tang Feng doesn't know how he should behave, Fiennes Tang is him, but he's not Fiennes Tang right now, he can't even help but wonder why he gets cut over and over again, would this have happened to him if he was Fiennes? “The investor was originally going to start Chinese movie stars with a certain amount of popularity, but in the end, I chose you, do you know why?" Frowning slightly, the Director looked gravely at Tang Feng, who was dressed in black friar clothes.
The black monastic garment on this man with Chinese classical taste has a taste called for the forbidden desire.
Once the idea of blasphemy is created, it is like a flood that opens the floodgates, and the whole contradictory tone is extended from the identity of the characters, both the monks to be respected and the monks to be desired.
The friar who is a servant of God is both faithful to God and tempted by the "desires" of his heart.
Tang Feng shook his head, this wasn't the time for jokes, though he was tempted to say if it was because Charles, who was an investor, had desperately recommended him.
"It's not just that investors are willing to take a chance on you, it's that there's a fascinating quality about you, the last thing the world needs is a good actor, but what is a good actor and how does an actor measure up to that? So far we still don't have a definitive answer."
Tang Feng knew that the latter words were what the Director really wanted to talk to him about, and he listened attentively.
He knows that he is not the Fiennes who has been famous for a long time now, he is just Tang Feng, and just a starlet who has just started out, when a person has a reputation, it is hard to hear the truth anymore. What he should do now is not to reminisce about the good old days, but to listen seriously to the real opinions and improve his acting skills and charm.......
"Your acting is good, but a little too good, I don't know if you get what I'm saying, like why some singers who sing in bars can't release a song or sell a record, even though they have great voices, it's because they lack a quality and a texture of their own. Of course, I'm not saying that your acting is too slick, but too good, lacking the new nasal sense that belongs to a newcomer, the sense of vulnerability that belongs to Friar Tang, a sense of vulnerability that makes the audience, makes Friar Chris want to protect and approach Friar Tang." Patting Tang Feng's shoulder hard, the Director said again, "Tang Feng, you have to make the audience's hearts ache for you."
"Well, go back and figure it out for yourself and we'll continue when we get down to it." When the Director finished, he took a two-hour break at noon.
Tang Feng recalled the Director's words and went back to the company-equipped RV to rest by himself.
Feelings of vulnerability?
"Tang Feng, are you alright?' Big Directors has always been very demanding, you don't put too much pressure on yourself." Xiao Yu quickly followed.
"No, I'm fine, all right." Tang Feng sat alone on the couch and shook his head." Xiao Yu, will you leave me alone for a while?"
"Then I'll get you something to eat."
"No, you can leave me alone for a while, thanks."
~ True Star ~
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