[Rebirth] King of Theater

The movie looks fun, but it's really boring to shoot.

Of course, this is not to say that Al's own acting skills are bad. After all, he was also a person who played tricks on the stage in his previous life. He played the role very well, but because of his stage habits, he acted a little too much.

Director Bright knew that this was a temporary actor, so naturally he couldn't scold him like ordinary actors.

But he still called Al over and said, "You know this is a movie, not a stage play, right?"

"Is there any problem?" Al asked humbly.

"The acting is exaggerated." In order to take care of him, director Bright even picked up someone to accompany him and scolded him: "You and Randy both have this problem."

"Oh."

"Film acting doesn't need to show that strong emotion."

"Okay." Every time Al worked, he was extremely grumpy, and he had the ideological consciousness of a migrant worker.

That is to say, "what the boss says is what it is." For him in his previous life, this was a good way to ensure that he would not lose his job.

However, in Randy's opinion, it is a bit too cute.

After the movie was finished, he came to comfort him and said, "It's okay, it will be over in just a few shots."

"It's nothing, the director is right." Al replied indifferently.

After realizing that Al really didn't take this matter to heart, Randy changed the subject: "How about having dinner together?"

"Well..." Al hesitated a little.

He didn't tell Mrs. Sylvie that he wouldn't go home for dinner, for fear of being talked about by his mother again when he went back.

"Come on, you don't have to go far, there is a small restaurant on the corner of the street." Randy leaned over and said.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, but his face was white and shining under the light, like a blooming epiphyllum in the night, full of temptation: "It's just a meal, what are you afraid of, I can't do anything?"

Al felt that something was wrong when he heard this sentence.

But he wasn't sure if he was being too sensitive: "What? What do you want to do?"

Randy paused for a moment, then looked at him slowly from head to toe, until he blushed a little.

Only then did he look away, and replied as if nothing had happened, smiling and singing: "It's all right, I can do whatever you want me to do."

Al felt inexplicably uncomfortable, even the toes in the shoes seemed to shrink back, and he really wanted to turn around and leave, but felt that such a shrinking look would be too weak, so he had to put on a normal look and say: "Okay, let's go and see what we can eat together."

However, a genuinely small restaurant with nothing to eat at all.

But they sat down anyway and ordered two sandwiches and milk.

"Stop staring at me like that."

While waiting to eat, Al finally couldn't help protesting: "I know, I don't look very good when I eat."

"It's pretty nice," Randy said with a smile.

But he turned his eyes away considerately, and, in order to let the other party relax a bit, he casually found a topic: "To be honest, I still like the stage more than making this movie. Although during the rehearsal, I will Intermittent, one action, one action is slowly changed, but when it comes to the actual performance, it is absolutely done in one go. But when shooting a movie, one shot after one shot, this gave me a very serious sense of fragmentation."

"I understand."

Al sympathetically interfaced: "On the stage, we know what we're doing, but what about movies?"

He made a grimace, and couldn't help complaining: "Under the command of the editor and director, probably only God knows what effect will be presented in the end. What's worse, the movie is a fixed image, and it is not satisfactory if it is shot. It can't be changed. God, what an incomprehensible piece of shit! Why is this thing more popular than drama now? It's obviously dead! It's dead, it's dead!"

"You're right." Randy agreed casually.

He stared at Al with a smile and kept looking at him, thinking that his indignant look was too cute, so don't just complain about the bad movie, even if there are dogs flying in the sky, there may only be one 'You're right ' replied.

But Al didn't notice that someone's attention was no longer on the conversation.

Maybe it was to cover up some kind of discomfort, or to avoid unfamiliar emotional problems at all. He kept talking endlessly along the topic: "Stage art is obviously more vital. Performance on the stage, every The venue is brand new! Think about it, when a person walks into the theater and sits in a seat, before the curtain is raised, no one will know how the actors are doing that night. Did the screenwriter and director conspire to change a small script? , or, is the crew idle and bored to add a small Easter egg... Then, the curtain opens, and a different world opens up to you. Maybe on that day, the actor suddenly wanted to surprise everyone, so this guy Standing up abruptly from the auditorium, like Zorro taking off his mask, he took off his hat handsomely, and sang the first sentence that shocked the audience..."

"Jesus Christ!"

When he said this, he was immersed in this topic instead, and he pressed his hands on his chest, looking very excited, his eyes sparkling like a child: "Can you imagine? It's like receiving a surprise, a The gift is unique, no one else has it, only you have the gift. And, if the actor you like happens to be standing next to you... My God! This life is complete."

Randy finally laughed out loud: "You like it so much, you can play like this next time, I will definitely choose to stand next to you."

Al couldn't help but glanced at him when he heard the words, and then regretted heartbrokenly: "But you are not my favorite actor."

"Damn it, I'm not? I'm not? So who's your favorite actor?"

"Charlie Parsons."

"Who? Never heard of it."

"He played Shakespeare's King Lear"

"Oh, I am a clumsy person, I will not pour my heart out of my mouth, I love you, just according to my name, no more, no less...【Note】"

"Oh, my daughter! Well said, well said!"

"Screw you!"

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere of trying to find a topic to talk about was finally broken, and they both laughed.

Al finally gave up on the cold, hard, dry sandwich.

He threw the sandwich on the plate: "Say something, or I will regret having dinner with you."

"Sorry, my fault."

Randy immediately apologized and said: "It was a temporary idea, I didn't expect this restaurant to be so unreliable."

"Gentlemen, I think that's all right!"

The manager of the restaurant, who had been sitting at the cash register to settle accounts, immediately protested: "Take a look at what time it is now? It's not bad to have sandwiches in the middle of the night! Besides, I also provide hot milk."

"Thank you so much," Al replied.

"Forget it, don't worry about it." Randy said happily: "Next time I will take you to eat. Do you eat fish? Have you ever eaten golden-headed European bream? The scales of this fish are shining, and the meat is snow-white Tight and delicious, it can be used for seafood soup and grilled. Ah, yes, there is also smelt, which is one of the most tender fish species, cut open to remove the scales, soaked in milk, and coated with flour oil Fry, fry until golden and put it on the pan, put a white napkin on the plate, it is really delicious... There is also a turkey, to be honest, the quality of the turkey is mediocre, the only good thing about it is the chicken wings, but if it is cooked with truffles Turkey, wrap the truffles with roasted bacon, add pepper, salt and allspice, stuff them into the belly of a freshly slaughtered turkey, and roast them, the taste of the truffles will be very delicious, just thinking about it makes people drool... ..."

Al looked at his beaming face and thought, "That's great, let me listen to this when I'm hungry, I'm even hungrier now."

But I don't know why, rationally, he complained, but he propped his chin, listening, and couldn't help showing a silly smile on his face that he didn't know.

What's more interesting is that after listening to Randy introduce the ingredients...

On the second day, Al unexpectedly got a chance to 'fill in the gap'.

That day, he was asking questions at Mr. Curtis's house.

Mr. Bernie Brown came to the door and said, "Al, do me a favor."

"You said, as long as I can do it."

"There is a columnist at "Life News" who has been ill for almost a month and urgently needs to find someone to replace him. Can you write something for me?"

"God, you are not asking for help at all, you are helping me."

Al said gratefully: "Of course I am willing, but I don't know if I am good enough to be a columnist?"

"There's nothing more to do, come on," said Mr. Bernie Brown encouragingly.

"Since you've said so, of course I'm all right, except, what's this column about? Theater reviews?"

"No, food related is fine."

"...Can I take back what I just said?"

"No."

"But I've never written about food."

"Everything has a first time."

"But I usually don't pay attention to any food at all."

"It's not too late to start paying attention."

Bernie Brown casually suggested: "It's okay to write about the restaurants you usually encounter outside, for example, what did you eat last night, which restaurant? The location of the restaurant? How is the food quality? You can write about these! Write it down. , a rare good opportunity, you have to seize it."

Al had to go back and write.

According to Mr. Bernie Brown's instructions, after recalling the 'food' last night, he wrote the following description:

[At the intersection of XX Street and XX Street, there is a small restaurant that feels good. confidence. ]

[But the reason why this restaurant feels good is that... when a man as handsome as Apollo whispers something like golden-headed bream or truffle turkey in your ear with a sexy voice When the way of doing it slowly, you will forget all your troubles. ]

This almost drove the confident manager of the small restaurant crazy.

He later had to put up a conspicuous big sign at the entrance of the store to explain certain truths: [The goddamn Apollo who can talk about food is brought by the customer, and the store does not serve it. ]

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[Note] The line is taken from Shakespeare's "King Lear". The king is going to distribute the dowry to the three daughters. Wang Er said, specifically Baidu.