Movie Master

He straightened his back, frowned slightly, his eyes were focused, and his sharp eyes looked around alertly...

The shoulders are slightly loose, the waist is slightly bent, the expression is dignified, and the eyes are searching every detail within the range of sight bit by bit...

Muscles are tense, lips are tightly pursed, eyes are flickering, thoughts are spinning in my mind, I am observing and thinking...

Lance clenched his fists tightly, and a sense of powerless frustration invaded him. He raised his fists high and wanted to smash them down. He clenched his teeth, his muscles began to tremble slightly, and finally he let it down helplessly. , the whole person seemed to have his spine taken away, and he fell down on the sofa, his sweaty cheeks were stained with a thick layer of exhaustion.

No, no, all of these performances are wrong, the traces of the whole performance are too heavy, but the effects presented are all superficial, it is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger, and the superficial performance has never found a catch The focus is impetuous and shallow, and most importantly, he is always imitating Tom Hardy's performance.

It’s not that Tom’s performance is not good, but it’s undeniable that Max played by Tom is very single-line, rough, strong, alert, vicious, and tough. The animal instinct in him makes Max come alive It seems that it fits well with the background of the movie The End of the Wasteland, but there are no more layers and depths, simple and crude, which is exactly what Lance is trying to avoid. Not to mention, at Lance's current level, imitating another actor's performance is not only useless, but will be tied up and unable to perform at all. The whole performance process will be extremely awkward, as if performing with a hood.

Fury Road would never have needed a performance like this.

Lance is trying to regain his focus, which shouldn't be a difficult task for him. He has experienced more difficult situations in his last life on Broadway, and he still persevered in the end. But today, the irritability in my heart can't be calmed down at all. The chaotic thoughts are constantly rushing left and right in the brain. The feeling of suffocation that is so full that it is on the verge of explosion makes it impossible to concentrate.

Sitting slumped on the sofa, his brain relaxed a little, and countless picture fragments flooded up. Max’s astute probing eyes, Knox’s madness of holding up the fireworks, the blower’s mistake of being kicked over, the special effects team’s concentration before detonating the bomb, Barry Meyer’s gloomy face and constant calculations, the crowd gathered over the desert Clouds, Albert who dispatched various teams with a walkie-talkie, Chaos Films hit a wall everywhere and couldn't rent a studio, Max's silent but powerful figure, the head of the box office fiasco after the release of Fury Road Headlines...

The details of the performance, the steps of shooting, the execution of the crew, and the fragments of the screen are like paper fireworks, one after another in his brain. He doesn't know how to enter the performance state, and he doesn't know how to control the overall situation. The finished story screen is now in a mess.

Standing up abruptly, Lance walked to the whiteboard in the corner of the room, on which were posted the storyboards of the next few scenes. Lance looked at it seriously, but found that the original clear thinking had changed. It became a mess, and he began to question the shooting ideas that had been decided long ago. It seemed that something was wrong, and something was wrong. The shortness of breath began to swallow him like drowning, which made Lance feel like he was drowning. All the muscles in his body were tense to the extreme.

Suddenly, the image of Theo, Ian, and Gao Wen standing on the roof appeared in his mind. Below him was the familiar Wall Street. Securities that had turned into a piece of waste paper were flying all over the sky. There were also suits and shoes on the roof across the street. The tycoon jumped down the stairs with a look of despair, and hit the ground and turned into a puddle of meat, but the problem is that the raging crowd on the street didn't care at all, they just fled like headless chickens, the end of the world is coming Time is nothing more than that.

Then, Lance saw Theo, Ian, and Gawain walking to the edge of the roof and waving at him. He tried to shout, Don't! Don't! He tried his best to stop their movements, but the voice But it was stuck in his throat and he couldn't release it, his body froze forward and he couldn't even move his little finger. The hopeless panic gnawed at his heart bit by bit, Don't, don't... He He was completely flustered and unable to think. He even wanted to close his eyes and couldn't bear to continue watching, but he couldn't close them no matter what. Don't! Don't! In his desperate roar, Ian Take a step...

Don't! Lance jumped up, yelled frantically, and looked around blankly, only to realize that he was not on Wall Street, but at the filming base next to the Namibian desert, and the night outside the window had already fallen. The sky is filled with starlight without any hindrance, and the quiet desert has a magnificent magnificence.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Lance couldn't help shivering three times in a row. His sweat-soaked clothes stuck to his skin, as if he had been rescued from drowning. , the trance-like heaviness made him almost unsteady, and he slammed into the wall with a stagger, and the numbness from his arm finally cleared his mind up a bit. After looking around again, Lance was sure that everything just now was just a dream, and he actually fell asleep drowsily while sitting on the sofa.

Looking at the clock on the desk, it was already half past twelve at midnight, my head was hurting badly, and my chest was heavy and stuffy, as if I was in a jar, very stuffy.

Lance stood up straight and pushed open the door of the room. There was no one in the hall, but the light from the next room came from under the door, and the voices of the discussion inside could be vaguely heard. Leaving the indoor environment, the temperature suddenly dropped, and the chilly breeze blew inward along the neck. The physical problem went directly from summer to winter. Lance quickly put on his coat, turned his head and looked, and he could find the The lights were not extinguished, and the busy figures of different team members could be clearly seen in the reflection of the window. Obviously, after Lance lost his temper today, the entire crew has entered a state of wartime crisis.

However, Lance paid no attention to the others, breathing the cool air, his overheated head finally cooled down a little. The desert at night seems to be a little more humid than during the day, but at the same time it is also a little more violent. The flow of air begins to accelerate, and large swaths of sand and dust are like bead curtains, sweeping past row after row. You can even clearly hear the sound of hoo, hoo wind, which sets off the quietness of the night.

I took off my shoes and socks, stepped on the desert with my feet, felt the rough gravel, put all my strength on the soles of my feet, and slowly felt that my whole body was sinking into the sand, and there were still some sand left on the surface. The remaining warm sand soon became icy cold, but after the initial shivering, the thick sand became a natural insulation layer, allowing the feet to recover a little bit of temperature.

Sitting slowly on the sand dunes, the warm sweat gradually lost its temperature and became icy cold with the breeze. The temperature dropped far faster than expected, and soon began to shiver. But Lance didn't care, he needed to calm down, he needed to divert his attention, and let all the messy thoughts in his brain go aside.

His temples began to ache again, as if he could see the remaining fragments of the dream just now by closing his eyes, and the panic surged gently in his chest. After all, he still has some fears, fearing that his gamble may lead to destruction, fearing that his ruined boats may affect everyone, fearing that if he insists on going his own way, he may fail the trust of Theo and the others... He even began to think, what if he had no choice back then? Wouldn't it be more appropriate to choose Fury Road instead of The Hangover?

Not only because hangover is safer, but also because hangover is easier. They don't need to take such a big risk to win breathing space, even if it is short-lived, but at least it allows them to look for more suitable opportunities. But now? Trapped in this boundless desert, they are struggling, not to mention the quality of the finished product, even whether this work can be successfully completed, there must be a big question mark.

Lance couldn't help thinking of Gao Wen's retirement not long ago. This time, he bet not only his own pride and self-esteem, but also the trust and support of his family.

For the first time, for the first time since his rebirth, Lance questioned himself.

Lance knows that regret is the most useless emotion, because no one can turn back time. Regret will only immerse himself in self-pity and self-pity, but he can't make any changes at all. The correct solution should be from Start today to change every day, and then change the future, and reverse the regret things. But in many cases, the reason is well understood, but the actual execution is not so simple. The constant throbbing of the temple makes Lance have no way to calm down and look forward.

Exhaling a long breath, the whole person simply lay down on the desert, looking at the sky above his head, without the high-rise buildings in the city, without the exhaust pollution, the whole sky was so clean that there was no dust, and the sky was full of stars. However, this is the first time that Lance knows that there are so many stars in the sky, it is really too many to count, and the big and small stars seem to be within reach, making people want to raise their hands Come.

When I was young, I always liked to lie on the grass and look at the sky, and carefully looked at the unpredictable clouds. I could spend a good afternoon with such simple entertainment; but when I grew up, life began to become complicated When I wake up, it seems that such simple happiness can no longer be found—or, in other words, I don’t want to look for it anymore.

There was the sound of footsteps rubbing against the sand behind him, but Lance didn't want to look up, he just lay down relaxed, and then he heard a hoarse voice, So, the film I saw today How's the sky?