Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven: How Actors Are Trained
Fang Jing was embarrassed, wiped his nose, turned around and sat down by the stove.
"Just wait a few minutes and it will be ready. Lao Xu is very good at cooking. I guarantee you will want to eat it again."
"Yeah! I just came here because of the smell, but the doctor said I shouldn't eat enough for fear of dying from exhaustion, so I could only eat half a bowl."
Xu Zheng put his hands on top of the stove, and the firelight illuminated his face very red. After a few seconds, he said calmly: "At first, I thought you graduated from some school. You are so good at acting at such a young age. You show your true feelings. Really.
of hunger and cold.”
"It's my first time to act so well. I have a bright future."
As soon as the words changed, Xu Zheng continued, "But I'm afraid your acting style won't last long. Let's not talk about whether the director dares to use you. Your body just can't bear it."
Following Xu Zheng's example, Fang Jing bent over, leaning his elbows on his knees, and stood by the stove with his thin white palms.
"I can't help it. This is my first scene. If I don't perform well, it will be my last one. If I had to choose, I would also like to have four or five stand-ins. I can sleep comfortably until noon, and then wake up and say one, two, and three."
Four, several million dollars in salary."
"You kid, let's just dream. How can there be such a good thing as you said? Even a popular celebrity has to act when he should."
"It doesn't matter that the leading female in the group is spoiled, but if she really dares to sleep until eleven or twelve o'clock and doesn't get up, you can see that the director won't slap her."
"You're always lagging behind." Fang Jing shook his head and sighed, "There are a lot of people like this out there now. Some of them don't even need to show their faces. They can just find a stand-in and cut out the pictures with one click later."
"Hey! You young people are really good at playing." Xu Zheng looked pityful, "If I were twenty years younger, I might also be able to enjoy this treatment, tsk tsk! I was born at the wrong time!"
"You two, here we come."
There were two bowls, one large and one small, with chopped green onions piled on top and chili peppers underneath. Fang Jing eagerly took the bowl, smelled the lard floating around, swallowed his saliva, and started eating.
“It smells so good!”
The original soup was transformed into the original food. After eating a few mouthfuls of vermicelli, Fang Jing drank a sip of soup and felt warm in his stomach.
Looking at Fang Jing who was reincarnated as a starving ghost, Xu Zheng was speechless, "Slow down, don't choke to death here. How many lifetimes have you, baby, not eaten?"
"You don't understand. I've been hungry for two days and drank a bowl of porridge. Now I want to swallow the bowl for him."
"Alas! I don't think you are stupid. How could you act in such a stupid way?"
"belch!"
After burping, Fang Jing reluctantly put down the glass-smooth bowl.
"No one taught me, so I can only use this method."
After taking a bite of flour, Xu Zheng opened his greasy mouth and said, "Do you know what the experience school and the performance school are?"
"I don't know." Fang Jing shook his head.
"The method you used today is the experientialist among the experientialists. No one dares to act like this."
"The actor gets close to the heart of the character and imagines that he is the character. This is called experientialism, while expressionism imitates the character's words and deeds. Do you understand?"
Fang Jing, “I seem to understand, but I don’t understand.”
"Alas!" Xu Zheng sighed, "You know, Chen Peisi ate wontons at the Spring Festival Gala? It was very subtle and pretty, and made the audience salivate. But at the time, the bowl was empty. That was expressionism, imagining that there were wontons in the bowl."
Tapping Fang Jing's bowl with his chopsticks, Xu Zheng continued: "The performance you just performed was better than his, really! Because you are really hungry, and there is noodles in the bowl, everything is realistic, and what the experience school pursues is
This feeling.”
"There is an actor abroad who is very good. In order to play a mentally ill person, he locked himself in a room every day and imitated all kinds of mental illness behaviors. He also went to a mental hospital and stayed in a mental hospital for several months. Later, the performance was very successful, and then he went crazy."
Fang Jing clicked his tongue, which actor is so good at playing a lunatic? He gets too involved in the role and becomes a lunatic. What if he plays a murderer?
After taking the last sip of soup, Xu Zheng took out a piece of paper from his pocket to wipe his mouth, sniffed and said, "We also have people like this in our country."
"In order to play the role of a beggar, an old artist took a broken bowl from home and went begging. He traveled to more than half of the province in a month. When he came back, he squatted at the door. No one in his family recognized him, and he almost called the police."
"The two examples above are both experiential ones. You can't live without going crazy. The performance-oriented ones are much simpler, just imitate."
Xu Zheng crumpled the paper he was using to wipe his mouth into a ball and said: "When I play a fool, I imitate the fool's words and deeds. When I play a company boss, I imitate the boss's behavior."
"To give you an inappropriate example, you will know the difference between the experientialists and the expressionists. When playing a gay couple, the experientialists treat themselves as homosexuals, while the expressionists imitate homosexuals."
"There is another sect called the Methodist. This is the same example. The Methodist treats the other person as a woman."
Xu Zheng stood up and threw the paper into the trash can, put the bowl back on the table, turned around and said: "The road to acting is never ending. No matter what method you use, each has its own merits, and there is great knowledge in it."
After saying that, Xu Zheng opened the door and left. Fang Jing was just thinking about his words when he was stunned and Mrs. Shengong had disappeared.
Back in the room, Fang Jing lay on the bed and kept thinking about what Xu Zheng said. He realized that he had taken the wrong path and went to an extreme.
In fact, you don’t have to experience it yourself to find the feeling of being hungry and cold. Many outstanding actors have performed it in film and television materials, and you can definitely imitate it.
Getting up from the bed, Fang Jing opened the script and studied the next scene, which was to be filmed tomorrow and was about Ji Jingnian, a handsome young man.
After reading the script, Fang Jing searched on his mobile phone for actors who had played similar characters in his memory, including Nalan Rongruo in Chung Han-liang, Qianlong in I Shaoqiu, Gongsun Ce in Ren Quan, um! And Hua Guzi Zui Zui is also pretty good. What’s the name of the actor Shen?
Coming?
Find these people's TV series, fast forward and jump through them, take notes while watching, and sometimes replay an action seven times.
When he saw a wonderful place, Fang Jing danced and imitated it.
"Sir, are you more of an actor or an expressionist?" Fang Jing squatted next to the old man on the set and asked in a low voice.
The old man was the one from two days ago. Fang Jing didn't know his name. The other special guests all called him "Master", so he just followed suit.
"I don't understand what experiential expressionism is."
Fang Jing repeated what Xu Zheng said.
"I didn't expect it to be divided into so many ways." After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and said hesitantly: "I should have a little bit of them all. Sometimes when acting, I will imitate, substitute, and imagine."
Fang Jing was surprised, the old man was unfathomable, his acting skills were awesome!
"But more often than not, I just don't want to and just follow the lines. Since there aren't many scenes, I just take the money and dodge people in a few minutes."
Fang Jing:
This was revealed before I had time to boast.
"Don't look at me like that." I said with disdain, "How much money do you take and how much do we take? Can it be the same?"
"If I were given a salary of one million yuan, I would be willing to study the script every day, and I would not hesitate to launch it in the winter."
“You’ve never been to Hengdian, you’ll know where you go. I’m a conscientious sidekick, and there are many others who lie dead every day, eating and waiting to die.” 11