Chapter 36 An actor relies on his heart

Chapter 36 An actor relies on his heart

Chapter 36 An actor relies on his heart
"Cut! Mr. Huang, the protagonist's anger is just an appearance. Fear and despair are his emotional core. You have to show a sense of hierarchy."

"Cut! The protagonist has been trapped in the coffin for several hours. He has not had a drop of water. He is thirsty and hungry. He is also in a state of tension and anxiety. How could he be so energetic at this time?"

"Cut! No, try again."

"Card!"

"Card!"

"Card!"

In the small studio, the staff were numb, the acting students who visited the set were numb, and the leading actor Huang Lei was also numb.

From the third time the performance was interrupted, everyone could feel that with each “cut” the director called out, the air pressure in the entire studio was dropping rapidly.

The feeling is like before a thunderstorm in midsummer, when the water vapor in the air covers your skin, pores, mouth and nose, making it difficult for you to breathe.

Everyone was doing their job, not daring to breathe, for fear that the pent-up thunder would fall on their heads.

Wang Hao sat in the director's chair with his arms folded across his chest. His face showed no emotion, but his eyes were fixed on the monitor, watching Huang Lei's performance.

"Do you understand what I said to you, Mr. Zhang Wei?"

"Mr. Zhang Wei?"

"grass!"

"The conversation with Mr. Zhang Wei has ended. Turn off the recorder now."

"Fuck! You're a fucking bastard! You son of a bitch, you're a jerk! Fuck you!"

"I'm sorry, good luck, Mr. Zhang."

"You can't do this! Aa ...

"Crack!"

Everyone looked at Wang Hao, their eyes full of expectation, trying to hear the word "pass" from him.

In their opinion, Huang Lei's performance just now had been polished to perfection.

The depression, anger, sadness, despair and fear almost overflowed, infecting every audience member present and making people cry.

However, Wang Hao was silent for a moment and finally shook his head.

"Damn!" Several male students couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

Huang Lei also stood up, his tired face filled with uncontrollable anger.

"What do you want?

As a director, if you don’t even know what you want, then what’s the point of making a movie? People are spending their time to see you struggle! "

For him, this one-man show of more than 90 minutes is a huge challenge even for a veteran actor.

In recent times, he has spent most of his energy and time on this, and put his whole self into it.

He must always put himself in a desperate situation in order to better express various complex emotions - anger, helplessness, disappointment, sadness, fear, or despair.

However, this long-term immersion is also affecting him.

Therefore, when Wang Hao kept calling for a stop, he could hardly suppress his emotions.

However, the one who broke out before him was director Wang Hao.

"Damn, of course I know what I need!" He stood up suddenly and looked straight into Huang Lei's eyes.

"But your interpretation is just a little bit different from what I need, just a little bit, it's not right.

You say you are unhappy now, but aren't everyone here with you? Do you still have complaints? If you continue like this, you won't have to act anymore!"

Everyone was frightened by the quarrel between the protagonist and the director, as if thunder exploded in the gloomy dark clouds and torrential rain seemed about to pour down at any time.

No one dared to speak, including Zhang Yang and Li Kui, two of Wang Hao's good friends. Everyone lowered their heads and focused on what was happening in front of them.

Wang Hao seemed to think that what he said was not satisfying enough, so he reached out and touched his heart.

"Teacher Huang, I remember you once said that people are hardworking, especially actors. Actors rely on their heart! If you don't have a heart, don't be an actor!

Ask yourself, do you have a heart?

The lights are on and you are lying in front of the camera. Are you excited?

Think carefully about whether you have been slacking off or relaxing.
Anyway, I tell you, if it were me, I would find a way to resolve this scene today no matter what!"

Huang Lei's face turned pale and blue. Although Wang Hao's words were impolite, every word made sense.

Indeed, he put all his energy into this movie, but the degree of dedication can be divided into different levels.

For him, "Buried" is just a TV movie after all. It cannot be shown on the big screen or win any awards.

Therefore, his investment can only be considered above the standard, and his long-term emotional investment follows the same pattern.

This, coupled with the fact that the performances after joining the group were extremely smooth and often passed in one take, did make him relax.

Of course, he also knew that Wang Hao was taking the opportunity to criticize him to establish his authority, but he couldn't get angry at all.

The atmosphere at the scene eased a lot as Huang Lei fell silent, but the students from the Department of Performance not far away widened their eyes.

"Was my eyes dazzled? That guy actually dared to yell at Old Huang!"

A thin boy said with a surprised look on his face.

You know, for these students in the acting department, Huang Lei can be said to be a huge mountain pressing on their heads.

In the entire acting department, whether in the past or now, there is no one who is not afraid of him.

But what they saw now was that Mr. Huang Lei, the big devil, was actually scolded by a young man, and he didn't even dare to talk back!

You have come to this day. You used to be very good at scolding us. But what about now? If you have the guts, go ahead and turn against us.

At this moment, most students felt like they had drunk a bottle of ice-cold soda on a hot day. In one word - refreshing!

Of course, there are people who are dissatisfied with this.

After all, he is my teacher. Being scolded in front of so many people, as his student, I would feel more or less uncomfortable and feel like I have been humiliated.

At least that’s what Liu Yifei thought, so when she looked at Wang Hao, she couldn’t help but complain: “Why are you so arrogant? He’s just a young director. He’s not very old, but he has a bad temper.”

The boys surrounding her immediately echoed her words: "That's right, that's right!"

Not to mention the opinions of these students, on the other side, Huang Lei took a few deep breaths after being scolded by Wang Hao, and finally adjusted his mentality. He seriously asked the young director in front of him what to do.

Wang Hao didn't agree with him and directly proposed a plan.

So the next second, the students of the Performance Department saw that their beloved teacher Huang lay back in the coffin without even putting on makeup, and then the wooden boards that had been prepared long ago were covered on top and nailed down.

(End of this chapter)