Lying on a chair for a short rest, Wu Gang raised a faint smile on his lips. The Golden Rooster Award for Film and Television and the Golden Lion Award for Drama seemed to be just a passing cloud to him.
Fang Jing was depressed. He had seen people pretending, but he had never seen people pretending like this. The only proof for an actor was to win awards. No matter how great his acting skills were, he would still be a younger brother if he didn't win awards.
The three TV drama awards of Magnolia, Golden Eagle, and Feitian are the most valuable in China. If actors can win awards there, they will not be short of filming in the future.
"Mr. Wu, if you say that, we won't be able to continue talking. Congratulations in advance on winning the prize. You can inform Mr. Zhang, and I won't send it to you then."
Seeing Fang Jing's sour look, Wu Gang couldn't help but smile, "I also want to keep a low profile, but my strength doesn't allow it."
"Hey, don't leave. I have good news for you. Do you want five meals?"
"What's the matter?" Fang Jing turned around, his face expressionless.
"Didn't you have a movie released during last year's Lunar New Year festival? You're competing with Xu for the one in "Jonky Road", and you were also nominated for awards in this year's Golden Rooster."
"Really?" Fang Jing's eyes widened, joy flashed, and he geared up, "What awards? Best actor, best director?"
Uh! Looking at Fang Jing Qiyi's eyes, Wu Gang was speechless, "Don't you know what kind of awards a comedy film can win? Even Best Actor, that's the Best Actor. You really dare to think about it."
The advantage of commercial films is that they make money and do well at the box office, and comedy is the dominant one. The disadvantage is that they rarely win awards. Of course, it is not impossible to win awards, but they are just very rare.
Generally, the films that win the most awards are literary and artistic films. Once a director or actor reaches a certain status, they don't care about the box office. Their goal is to make literary and artistic films and win awards.
"What award is that? Best Newcomer?"
"Congratulations, you got the answer right. You and Xu are competing for the title of Best Newcomer and Best Supporting Actor in a Movie. This matter hasn't been announced yet, so don't talk about it everywhere. Prepare your acceptance speech and just go and accept the award quietly.
Right."
"I understand." Fang Jing said happily, but his smile disappeared after a few seconds, "That's not right, isn't it the first time for Best Newcomer to act in a movie? I have acted in Xiuchundao before, and this is not the first time to act in a movie.
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Wu Gang rolled his eyes and said in disgust, "How many pitiful roles do you have? You can't even count as a supporting role. At least you have to be in a supporting role. This is the judge's standard."
"Most actors have worked their way up from being part-time actors. Who can play the leading role in a movie for the first time?"
Fang Jing scratched his head and smiled, realizing what was going on. He promised to eat a few meals and then turned around to prepare for filming. After walking a few steps, he came back.
“Are there any prizes for Operation Red Sea?”
"Go away! Are you crazy for wanting to win an award? A movie that has just been released for two months will get a shitty award, and the movie will be reviewed the following year."
"It's okay, don't be too whimsical. These things are meaningless to you for the time being. Acting well and learning is the main thing. In the night scene, I will let you see how to use body movements to match the lines. How much you can learn is up to you."
Fang Jing's acting skills are still limited to his lines and facial expressions. He has been in the industry for a short period of time, lacks experience, and has not received professional training. This is his shortcoming.
These days, I have made a lot of progress under the guidance of Wu Gang and Wang Jinsong.
In the evening, Wang Jinsong, the first brother of Tazhai, was acting. In the director's studio, Wu Gang and Fang Jing squatted in front of the monitor to watch. The director was speechless for a while.
"Pay attention, body language is actually more important than lines. A person's description of things can only be expressed with 30% credibility at most, while body language can only express 70%."
"Language can be edited, but sometimes subconscious body movements cannot deceive people. A qualified actor must learn to control his body and make use of it."
Fang Jing looked at the scene with envy as Wang Jinsong moved freely with his lines, raising his eyebrows, looking in his eyes, and drinking tea all so naturally.
This cannot be practiced in a day or two. Without going through hundreds of battles, how could you be as calm as you are now?
"Hey, hey, can you two give way? You're blocking my screen." The director couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't help but say, "Teacher Wu, if you want to teach people, can you wait until the filming is over?"
Fang Jing is the big boss and he can't afford to offend him, so he can only go to Wu Gang.
"Sorry, sorry, let's go now." Wu Gang continued without looking back: "What will be shot later are all modified and remade into films. They have no soul. To figure things out, you have to watch the first performance."
"Can I save the first performance for you? I won't delete it, so let's go!"
"Ahem, Teacher Wu, why don't we leave first." Fang Jing turned to the director and said, "Don't delete any of them. Leave them for me. I'll come and get them later."
The director didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I know, if you really like acting, you should have a master to teach you one-on-one. This way you can learn more efficiently."
Fang Jing noticed that the director said master, not teacher. There is a big difference. A person can have many teachers in his life, but there is only one master.
The relationship between family and friends is also different. In ancient times, apprentices were required to provide for their teachers until they were old, and some masters treated their apprentices better than their own sons.
Fang Jing studied drama with Chen Haibo for a period of time before, but that was a teacher-student relationship with tuition fees, not a master-disciple relationship.
Fang Jing touched his chin and said, "It's hard to find a good master. It depends on fate."
With his current status, it is very easy to find a master. Many people are willing to take him on, but those people probably come because of his reputation and don't know what his character is like.
Once you become a master and apprentice, they will be tied together in the future. You will be responsible for whatever immoral things the master does. If you encounter someone with bad character, you will attract fans and engage in prostitution, and his reputation will be ruined.
"If you don't mind, you can learn acting from me."
Wu Gang suddenly spoke, Fang Jing was stunned, "Teacher Wu, are you serious?"
"What, you think my acting skills are not good?"
"That's not true. Aren't you afraid that I will ruin your reputation in the future?"
How could a person who has won the Golden Rooster and Golden Lion awards have poor acting skills? Fang Jing just felt it was a bit sudden.
"How can a person who spends tens of millions on charity every year have such bad character?" Wu Gang smiled and joked: "Besides, you are so popular, so I am the one who takes advantage."
"Maybe in the future, for your sake, more people will ask me to act."
On the side, the director winked wildly at Fang Jing, asking him to agree quickly. This was a good thing. Wu Gang was well-known for his acting skills, status, and reputation, so he was more than capable of matching Fang Jing.
The key is that this person has a strong background, is one of the giants in the entertainment industry, and has a wide network of contacts. With him covering Fang Jing, it will be impossible for him to become popular. Winning awards or other things can only happen in a matter of minutes.
"Hey, Wu, master, I will hang out with you from now on. Do you want to have a whole apprenticeship party or something?"
Patting Fang Jing's shoulder, Wu Gang said with a smile: "In what era did we still do that? Just pick a time another day and have a drink with a few friends."