Student Fang is bidding farewell to his sincere classmates from the acting department.
There are many people who want to chat with him. Such days have become more frequent as long as I can remember. They can always talk to him for various reasons, and they don't seem to get bored even if they talk to him all day long. If you find some reasons to celebrate,
That’s even more remarkable.
Therefore, classmate Fang always tries his best not to be too showy and to restrain his sharpness. He is usually not the first one to leave, nor the last one to leave. He is good at following large groups and exploring some practical hidden skills. He crosses the road from
Don't live alone.
Instead, he gathered a few people together, quietly escaped into the group, and then separated from the group.
The same goes for him when he goes home. When he walks alone, someone will catch up and claim that he is on the same journey. When he walks in a group, no matter what the previous group of people were chatting about, whether it was lively or not, they will gradually stop and ask him how he is doing in a tacit understanding.
Today... today was an operational error.
Fang Yi was packing up his pen utensils and drew a horizontal line on the palm of his hand with the pen.
One more lesson learned today.
The 8,000-word appreciation essay on "Migrant Workers" probably has the following perspectives.
The original film, the remake, and the live shots taken by classmates.
There are also combinations of two, two, three and three, and the scores tend to be from low to high from front to back depending on the subject matter.
The Yangtze River Drama Center is a key institution in China for related majors. It also focuses on performance. Not everyone can become a movie star and shine. There are also some who, from the beginning, are aiming at postgraduate study, staying in school, taking exams... Such purposes
Forward.
The ability to make a living in the performance department is very weak, and part of it depends on family support. As long as they can find a job, they are already much better than their classmates.
Therefore, some top academics will try their best to lick Fang Yi's performance scenes just to get high marks in the course. But Fang Yi is different. He can lick himself, for example, write a paper titled "About the movie "Migrant Workers""
"Analysis of Performing Arts", subtitle - Comparison with young actor Fang Yi.
Author: Fang Yi.
Opening summary: This article does not need to refer to any performance literature.
Now the only thing he needs is to review his performance video again. He needs to increase the viscosity with the recorder, empower his own performance, and open up a new track in his thesis.
There is such a person in the performance department. The position of recorder was made up by Fang Yi. It can also be called someone who shoots films, someone who saves films, someone who plays films, etc. The performance department produces several stars every year, and they graduate.
Big plays also require daily rehearsals and reviews, and discussion of performance flaws. Therefore, any live performance is often recorded by a camera. Ten or twenty years later, these shots may be worthless except for the person themselves, but they may also become the childhood memories of a certain superstar.
Rare records.
Ren Changhong also asked him to find the video and figure it out after he came down. This actually gave him a hint of direction.
The name of the person showing the film should be written on the list on the outside wall of the classroom. But usually no one cares about it.
He finally remembered the teaching materials he had briefly given to others.
This lesson was full of handwriting and was written on manuscript paper. This slightly surprised Fang Yi. He turned to the door and looked for the original name of the film:
Song Yi.
He remembered those legs just now. Those legs that had not been directly videotaped to him at that time, but had left in a hurry.
【This woman has a bad memory.】
And her slightly blessed earlobes.
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The great His Majesty Fang Yi was finally able to review the results of his class performance.
The beginning of the video is very shaken, and it does not focus on Fang Yi himself. It first records the chaotic scene in the classroom.
It looked like it was going to be some kind of group vlog, until the guy on stage started talking.
"Ladder, give me the ladder, I have to go down!"
What follows is a three-minute performance with no words or physical objects.
The camera clearly focused on this face. It was as steady as an old dog.
Fang Yi didn't know that his performance could be as wonderful as this. His body movements are not exaggerated, but his emotions are highly contagious and full of layers. From uneasiness, nervousness, to panic, his tone, the intensity of his voice, and the actual strength of his body
, as the plot continues to change, even his accent is both visually and spiritually compared to the original film.
The shooting clarity of the mobile phone is average and it is impossible to capture his expression very accurately, but the atmosphere of being on the scene directly silenced the entire audience.
This is quite shocking for the Yangxi model.
Central opera is more of a drama, with extreme theatricality. In order to allow the audience to see the performance of the villain on the stage and understand the plot, the actors' body movements are more exaggerated, and the lines are mainly spoken clearly and clearly. Sometimes, even the emotional expressions are
Also give way to clear lines. There are no subtitles in the ticket hall.
On the contrary, the movie is extremely tight, with a huge screen of tens of square meters and a face-to-face shooting. Movie actors do not need to act too presumptuously. Maybe raising an eyelid and slightly twitching the corner of the mouth is enough to express all the emotions.
Is it possible to combine the two?
Yes, there is no need to dance or talk - every detail is 100% consistent with the character portrait.
Pi Ruluo Zhongli's oil painting "Father".
However, how is this possible in reality?
An actor is, after all, "acting".
"No, this is your film."
When the movie was playing, Song Yi raised his head and said to Fang Yi.
She held the memory card in her hand like candy.
"What about you?" Fang Yi said.
He opened his palm to receive it.
"I have a backup on my phone, so don't delay..." Song Yi turned on his phone. "By the way, someone else asked me for a copy, probably to write a paper... But I don't know your opinion.
So you didn’t agree, so what do you think is..."
"Give it."
"oh."
Maybe she thought this question was puzzling, so she chose to fiddle with her phone to relieve her embarrassment.
Fang Yi blinked and waited for the follow-up.
She hesitated to speak, and finally the CD was full, but she couldn't help but said, "You also want to write about real shots taken on site, so the score will be higher." Before Fang Yi could answer, Song Yi was minding his own business, "
Everyone wants to get it, but if everyone writes about the same topic, you may not get the highest score."
"——Even if you are the one who acted in this scene."
The lighting in the place Song Yi chose was not good, so Fang Yi couldn't see her expression clearly. He could only answer, "That's it, so what?"
Song was stunned by what he said. He meant to answer something, but he screamed dumbly.
"ah!"
She soon became deeply ashamed of herself and turned off the weak light of her phone. When the emotion passed, she turned her phone back on and suddenly said:
"I have received a documentary film here, about the snow disaster in the south. It will not be long. It is expected to be released on the official media platform and may become a star. Now I still need to find a boy."
What the star said was broadcast on television.
It is not necessarily movies and TV series that can achieve stardom. Public service announcements, documentaries, scene reenactments on the Legal Education Channel, emotional guests in some variety shows, etc. also need to be found.
Since most of the famous artists are looked down upon, they are paid very little, and sometimes they are not even allowed to appear in the credits at the end of the film, and bit parts cannot take this job; usually they can only be hungry school students who want to make a fortune.
This is naturally a very attractive opportunity, but why is it his turn?
Song Yi seemed to be studying his expression and said clearly, "Because this film doesn't show faces."
"Then who will show his face?"
"The client, he needs to be interviewed."
Yes, Fang Yi suddenly realized that he was a stuntman.
He is not very interested in such a film. If you say it is an opportunity, it does not show the faces of new actors. If you say it is not an opportunity, my friend, you are here.
Yes, it has come, and this is an excellent and everlasting reason.
It’s hard for amateur male college students to find jobs in the industry.
Fang Yi rubbed the pads of his index finger and thumb habitually, as if he were weighing the non-existent banknotes. And in the process of weighing, his fingerprints seemed to map out the unevenness of the great man's collar.
At this point, he knew that fate had already grabbed him by the throat.
【This damn illusion】
"Are you sure? Classmate Song...Yi." Fang stuttered a bit, and was quickly recalling relevant information about this person in his mind, trying to get some evidence of a strong background and unique vision.
"I'm sure, it's the resource introduced by my senior brother. He runs his own studio and takes orders from the affiliated units of Yangma. Because he doesn't show his face and the money is low, it's actually difficult to find actors..." Song Yi said quietly.
In this slightly nasal excuse, there is a sense of loneliness of a person who has been reduced to the end of the world.
Amateur female college students are even more difficult to get along with. Because the flowering period is too short, I have not become famous in the past two years, so I can only play the role of a new amateur female college student's mother.
There are also those who try to study editing and teaching, stay in the art industry, and save the country through curves.
Otherwise, why make an appointment at the library?
"Then when the filming starts, we can solve this problem while we are all free - I estimate that this kind of film can be shot in one weekend."
Fang Yi packed his things and prepared to leave.
"It would take less than a weekend, half an afternoon... The train station where the venue was arranged will be surrounded by a small area, and it can't be too long... What's more, if the face is not leaked, can it be re-filmed?
"
Song Yi started to raise the flag. Her voice seemed to come from inside the stack of books.
Fang Yi followed suit, found a few related books, and decided to copy some clichés to fool him - when he saw the other party was playing his video for the second time.
"What do you think of this performance?" Fang Yi asked Song Yi.
"Of course I'm not as good as that."
"for example?"
"In any aspect." Song Yi said frankly, "Actually, I asked you to accompany me to act in a documentary, and that's why I took a fancy to you. You are different from others. Your acting is so real, it's... it's almost real."
In order to characterize his words, Wu nodded heavily. "Senior brother asked me to find someone who can act. As soon as I heard you speak, at that moment, I could only think of you."
When your finger points on the play button, the recording starts to replay again.
How many times has it been broadcast?
Song Yi held his head half up, just enough to hide his lucky earlobes that might have turned red. "Well, classmate Fang...goodbye."
"Okay, bye."
The sound lasts longer than people.
When Fang Yi walked away, classmate Song buried his head in distress:
"Master Fang is really willing to help others..."
Then he remembered something, and he studied the small cracks in the floor more distressedly, and scratched them twice, "He actually doesn't care about senior brother..."
She stood up straight with her book in her arms and saw her long legs, which were unobstructed.
At first he was quite complacent, and then he gradually frowned.