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A group of tall barbarians stood on the edge of the woods, looking straight ahead with fierce eyes, and ripples of blue smoke rose behind them. A war seemed to happen at any time.

On the open ground ahead of them, a tall and strong figure stood up. He held a long-handled warhammer inlaid with tribal totems and looked at the distance with expressionless face. At first glance, he looked like a leader.

Although the Roman legion on the opposite side was not formed, only some of the last show were vaguely visible, Matthew tried hard to make a fierce expression.

The camera installed on the slide rails is from far to near, taking a semicircle arc around Matthew. The camera is always aimed at his face, and the hundreds of extras behind him are all his background boards.

“Oh—ah—wow—drink—”

Matthew raised the warhammer high above his head with one hand and let out a wild scream, louder and wilder than yesterday!

“Oh—oh—”

The extras behind him also roared in chaos.

In an instant, the set became a madman concentration camp again!

"Stop!" Ridley Scott called for a stop to shoot, obviously not satisfied. He stood up from the director's chair, went straight into the set, and shouted at the camera first, "The zooming of the lens from far to near is not timely, and it is changed to manual zoom!"

"Okay!" the photographer responded.

A makeup artist quickly entered the set to sweat Matthew. The treatment of this character was definitely not comparable to those background boards behind him. Even Ridley Scott told the cameraman to come over in person.

"It's a good roar, the sound is loud enough, and it's wild." The old British man walked around Matthew, "Those are not enough! You are a tribal leader facing the invincible Roman legion!"

Speaking of this, he looked at Helen Hermann on the outside of the set and suddenly asked, "What other temperament do you think this character needs?"

Hearing this question, Matthew suddenly thought of the martyrs who had studied in the textbook, and was instantly inspired and said, "Even if you know you will die, you will never surrender! Well... you should be ready to die, and you should be unwilling to give up."

Ridley Scott nodded secretly, no wonder he had a sex with Winona Ryder and Angelina Jolie, and his understanding was OK.

"Show it!" Ridley Scott said again.

It was busy here, but the extras were very leisurely. Many people were staring at Matthew and Ridley Scott on the set.

In the crowd, a bald man with a weird shape looked over there enviously and muttered, "That guy looks familiar!"

"It's not only familiar, I know him," said a tall man next to him. "When he was filming yesterday, he stood on my right."

The bald man opened his mouth wide, as if he couldn't believe it, "He is an extra like us?"

"Yeah." The tall man nodded, "I also came with our company. When I came, I remember him sitting behind you."

He pointed to Michael Sheehn, who was holding the sword and shield. "Just with him, they are still roommates!"

"Hey, man!" The bald man remembered the guy who was calling for a name, "Where is your companion?" He pointed to Matthew's side, "He is your roommate."

Michael Sheehan looked at Ridley Scott, who was instructing Matthew himself, and his face looked quite ugly, but he nodded.

A joking smile appeared on the bald face, "Aren't you going to be a big star? Why is it him who is the one who is in the limelight?"

The tall man kept sighing, "Ridley Scott personally guided him... If it were me, I would definitely be excited to jump to the Pacific Ocean when I looked back."

There was a burst of laughter around, but everyone looked at Matthew with a little envy and a little jealousy.

Michael Sheehn stared at the middle of the set. I hope he is the person standing there now!

"A temporary actor climbed up so quickly." The bald voice came over again, "I guess he either has a background or is very good at ease!"

The tall man continued his words, "No matter which one it is, he will soon leave our class."

The bald man said to Michael Sheeon again, "Aren't you friends? Let's go back and tell me. If this guy really can stand out, he can also support us in the future."

Hearing this, Michael Sheeen suddenly woke up and put away the unhappiness on his face. He should not care about these things at this time. If Matthew really can develop and stay by his side, can he also gain some benefits?

"Yes, we are good friends!" Michael Sheehan said. "Matthew is very capable, and the boss of the angel agent also values ​​him very much. Do you want to know him? No problem, I will introduce you to you if you have time..."

On this side, many people gathered around Michael Sheehan to inquire about Matthew's situation.

On the other side, a man holding a round shield was staring at Matthew angrily.

"So you stole my character!"

The man's face was full of anger, as if even the woods behind him could be ignited. "I, Macon, is a top student at the Royal Academy of Drama, and I want to stand with a group of young actors..."

Since he learned yesterday that his character was taken away by Ridley Scott, he was furious, especially this morning when he learned that the person who got the character was a American country bumpkin, he would have a bigger temper. If it weren't for the persuasion of the agent, coupled with Ridley Scott's reputation and the huge influence of Universal Pictures behind the crew, he would have wanted to smash the crew.

Although he will graduate this summer, he has served as a role actor on several crews with a high starting point and is very confident in his talent. He thinks it will be natural to be the second Jude Law, and he will be the second Jude Law.

Who would have thought that he would fall apart on this crew, and that old man Ridley Scott did not give him or his teacher any face.

He can't afford to mess with that old man Ridley Scott...

"Prepare! Prepare!"

The assistant director walked over with a loudspeaker, "Film starts in five minutes! Now come and prepare!"

Macon picked up the dagger that was placed aside and walked towards the other side in anger. Fortunately, the crew would give him a separate shot afterwards, otherwise he would have thrown it away long ago...

The makeup artist quickly retreated, and the crew returned to their positions. Matthew stood there, thinking with his eyes closed, how should he express what he said?

He has never experienced professional studies, and he has only had one real experience in filming, but he has only read a lot of theoretical books recently.

For example, what are the "experiential school", "expressive school" and "method school" for performance?

However, Matthew has a limited level of education and lacks professional knowledge, and he still cannot understand the difference between these performance methods.

This is an opportunity, and it also allows Matthew to see more clearly his ability deficiency and look forward to the performance classes that will start in May.

The shooting is about to begin, and Matthew knew that he had to take out something, otherwise he would be venting his mouth.

He was sure that he wouldn't give him a second chance this time, and he seemed very connected.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand the difference in the performance methods. Matthew believes in one thing: whether it’s white or black, those who can catch mice are good cats!

Isn’t you just want to die than surrender? Isn’t you just want to die as you go? Isn’t you even die than surrender? There are too many such people, especially when I was young, they were everywhere on books and TV.

Matthew relaxed himself, threw away all the messy thoughts, and his head gradually became empty, as if he was the only one left in the world.

"start!"

A voice drilled into his ears, Matthew's eyes instantly became sharp, and he looked straight ahead. After a few seconds, he lifted the hammer in his right hand over his head, and the big mouth covered under his beard suddenly opened. The huge lung capacity squeezed out all the air in his chest, and a roar like a god of war rose into the air.

“Ah—wow—ah—ah—”

At this moment, many memories flashed through Matthew's eyes.

First, the boss who ran away from wages, and he howled angrily at them!

Then, he expelled their uniforms while sitting in a meditation and demanding wages. He shouted at them unwillingly!

Behind him, he was thrown into the sky when he was charged with disturbing public order, and he roared unyieldingly!

At this moment, Matthew fully demonstrated his huge advantage in lung capacity, as if he had buffalo lungs, and his long howl was like a horn of a battle!

It seemed that due to his influence, the hundreds of extras behind were shouting louder than before, and they were crying and howling from afar.

Helen Hermann stood outside the set, looking at Matthew who was still waving his war hammer and howled in battle, and nodded slightly.

"He seems to be good?" Amanda asked.

"It's OK." Helen Hermann is also half a professional, "It's enough for this role."

She didn't expect the other party to show explosive acting skills by turning an extra on the role.

On the set, Matthew stopped roaring and fell heavily on the ground with a totem hammer. This was a signal that had been set before. The actors who were later stopped shouting immediately, but the chaotic screams continued for a while.

"Okay!" Ridley Scott was not dissatisfied and said directly, "This scene is over, and I'm going to prepare for the next one."

The crew immediately started to be busy, and the slide rails and cameras needed to be re-arranged.

Matthew breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he did it well. He passed it after just two shots.

"Putting the makeup!"

The assistant director shouted, and a makeup artist ran over immediately.

"I want to drink water." Matthew shouted again.

A handyman quickly came to him and handed a cup with a straw to Matthew in case he made up.

At this moment, Matthew felt like a male lead, and he seemed to have become a big star.

But he knew very well that after filming the role, he would be beaten back to his original form.

Ridley Scott finished his work and was temporarily idle. Helen Hermann took the initiative to find him. Many people in the crew knew that she had a close relationship with Ridley Scott, and no one stopped her.
Chapter completed!