Fang Kun expressed serious doubts about Ji Mian's words, "No, right? The plot of the scene just now was very simple. You did nothing, just play a ball and say a few lines. How could you get into the role?"

Ji Mian shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You don't understand, the feelings he gave me back are too sincere, without a trace of falsehood. His external performance may be lacking, but the emotions he burst out can easily win the trust of anyone. For a moment, I actually regarded him as my younger brother."

Ji Mian didn't know how to describe the feeling of being surrounded by warm blessings and eager expectations. What's worse is that he couldn't get rid of this siege immediately. His life has never been blessed, and no one has expected him, so he was very uncomfortable.

"So great?" Fang Kun still didn't believe it. Ji Mian seemed gentle and easy-going, but in fact it was just an appearance. He was always too rational and never let his emotions control his behavior. He felt that he should start a career, so he became the actor. He felt that he should have a relationship, so he had Lin Leyang; he felt that he should rest, so he had the decision to retreat behind the scenes. If one day he felt that he should settle down, Fang Kun had no doubt that he would come out immediately, and then marry Lin Leyang abroad, or even adopt or surrogate a child.

His life has always been under his control, so he prefers the performance style, which will keep him awake all the time. No one knows how long he has prepared and practiced under the screen when he creates classic characters. He can go to the neurological hospital for a few months to play the schizophrenic well, and can also go to the countryside to play the good farmer. His acting skills rely on experience, experience and imitation, rather than the so-called "empathy".

But no one can deny that his superb expression skills and rich life experience have made every character he portrayed come to life. Suddenly, he has gone from one performance method to another, which is completely different, or even completely opposite, to his performance method. He must be very uncomfortable, right?

Thinking of this, Fang Kun couldn't help but nervously, "Are you okay? Do you want to go back to the lounge and stay alone for a while and let yourself get out of the show?"

"No need." Ji Mian thought for a moment and suddenly shook his head and smiled, "Actually, this feeling is not bad."

"That's good. Come on, drink some water." Fang Kun breathed a sigh of relief and handed over a bottle of mineral water.

Xiao Jiashu was also influenced by a strong sense of distress. If he were the screenwriter, he would definitely change the endings of Ling Feng and Ling Tao. Even if he went bankrupt, even if he was in jail, even if he fled overseas together, it would be ten thousand times better than the endings of both tragic deaths now. Alas, people really cannot take the wrong path. If they make a mistake, they will be doomed.

He was staring at the display screen while sighing, trying to see the shooting effect just now, and then he realized slowly: Hey, he didn't seem to act according to the script at all, right? The lines were not correct, why didn't Director Luo call the jam?

Why didn't Luo Zhangwei shout? The answer was all in Xiao Jiashu's eyes. After he almost fell down, he looked at Ji Mian with his eyes full of a younger brother's attachment to his brother. Only this moment of emotion was enough to convince the camera, the director, and then the audience.

When he was fascinated by the play and Ji Mian stood outside the field and watched him quietly, Luo Zhangwei was about to penetrate at this node. He inserted some childhood memories to awaken the only good and knowledge left in Ling Tao's heart, and also let the audience understand why he suddenly made the decision to terminate the ebola plan. But the effect of this memory killing was far less than that of the smile that Xiao Jiashu noticed when he saw him.

He may not feel it himself, but in the camera, his black and white eyes suddenly covered with a layer of moist luster. The luster trembled slightly in the dusk sunlight, full of heartache, warmth, respect and gratitude. He was so eager to find the ultimate happiness of his brother who gave everything to him. His clumsy performance on the court also made Ling Tao realize that his younger brother still needed to take care of himself as he was when he was young, so he could not sink deeper and deeper in the quagmire.

The script does not say it explicitly, but Luo Zhangwei can interpret Ling Tao's hidden heart words. At this moment, when he saw his carefree brother bathed in the sun, he wanted to whitewash and even completely withdrew from the underworld. Xiao Jiashu did not act according to the script, and the lines were wrong, but the emotions he revealed made this scene more profound and convincing than the one described in the script.

"Actor Tool Theory" is popular in the film industry today. Many directors believe that film actors are living props to realize the director's intentions. They just need to mechanically follow the director's arbitrary mercy and conform to the character setting in terms of temperament and image. It doesn't matter whether they have acting skills or not. Some people even propose: "There are no actors who can't act, only directors who can't film", and completely attribute the success and failure of a movie to the director's ability.

But Luo Zhangwei does not agree with this statement. For some important shots, he will ask the actors to show them locally according to their own intentions, but for certain daily plots, especially those that require a lot of emotions to successfully lay the foundation, he will let the actors perform themselves. In the final analysis, movies are a kind of collective creation. A good movie
Chapter completed!