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*Chapter 536: Effortless Ease*

Harris is retreating—

The camera captures the entire hallway, which appears long and desolate. The light from the entrance of the school building ensures the hallway isn't dim, but with no windows on either side, the light along the length of the corridor makes it look like a tunnel that extends infinitely.

Then, a figure steps out of an office, breaking the tunnel's stillness.

It's Anson.

Leaving the car keys at the front desk of the office, Anson turns and walks away, dragging his backpack and carrying his coat as he moves down the school hallway.

Quietly, without speaking or showing any emotion.

He slightly straightens his back, trying to stand upright, but after just two steps, he can’t help but slump again. He then forces himself to stand straight once more, but his backpack and coat continue to hang limply.

A small gesture reveals his inner turmoil.

Although he tries to pull himself together, the frustration remains, like a tangled mess in his chest that he can’t shake off; he attempts to release it, but it just falls back down.

A janitor is cleaning the hallway nearby, and other students are wandering around, but Anson keeps his gaze straight ahead, lost in his thoughts.

But only for a moment—his focus quickly sharpens again.

He keeps walking, just slowly walking, as if he’s in a tunnel with no visible exit, moving aimlessly, not knowing if he’s going forward or backward. In a daze, he’s forgotten where he is, walking to the end, until he’s exhausted.

Harris tiptoes, lightening his footsteps as he retreats down the hallway. With someone’s help, he turns into an empty room on the right side of the corridor, continuing to retreat. He secures a position against the wall, holding his breath, waiting patiently.

Waiting, still waiting.

But Anson doesn’t appear.

Anson is still in the hallway.

Even without the camera rolling, Anson continues to stroll.

He’s immersing himself, feeling, experiencing—not acting, but being.

Earlier, during the filming of "Catch Me If You Can," Anson had experienced a state where he merged with his character, his own experiences transforming into emotional impacts that fueled his performance on camera.

That was Anson’s first experience with method acting.

But this time, it’s different.

It’s not an act but an immersion.

At this moment, he’s no one else; he’s just Anson, the Anson of his past life.

Returning to his seventeen/twenty-five-year-old self.

Walking aimlessly, with countless thoughts and worries swirling in his mind, unable to think clearly, feeling both restless and lost, he wanders down the corridor in a daze.

Isn’t it absurd?

It’s just a straight corridor, yet it feels like a dense, dark forest where one can easily lose their way.

The entire world is silent, except for the sound of Anson’s youth flowing, sometimes quietly, sometimes noisily, sometimes rapidly, sometimes slowly.

Alex watches Anson intently—

It’s hard to imagine that such a quiet scene could be so captivating.

If someone had told him that watching a person walk could evoke the power of imagery, he might have laughed out loud. But now, he’s truly feeling that overwhelming force.

Like a vortex, pulling all thoughts into it.

But—

This scene isn’t being captured on camera; is that really okay?

There’s only one camera for the entire crew, and right now, it’s with Harris. This is the first time Alex wonders why they don’t use more cameras. The audience really shouldn’t miss this scene.

Instinctively, Alex glances at Gus—

Gus is calm, his gaze fixed on the monitor, which shows Harris’s shot, patiently waiting for Anson to appear in the empty frame.

Then—

Anson realizes he should stop; he needs a moment of stillness.

He hastily rolls up his coat and stuffs it into his backpack. He glances around but doesn’t head to the classroom; instead, he turns into the student activity room.

Peeking inside, he sees it’s empty.

Harris: He’s coming.

Harris holds his breath completely, pressing against the wall, trying his best to hide himself, even though he knows his bulky frame can’t really be concealed. He still diligently sucks in his stomach, trying to erase his presence.

The camera remains focused on Anson.

In front of the camera, everything seems normal with Anson—no strong emotions, no explosive acting, and none of the solitude and struggle from the long hallway shot that followed. The concern Alex had feared has come true:

Anson’s performance isn’t being captured on camera.

Just as Alex begins to feel regret, Gus and Harris show no signs of worry. They remain fully absorbed, perfectly in sync with the image.

Then—

Anson casually drops his backpack at the door and walks straight into the room, heading directly toward the camera, as if he’s strolling or maybe even escaping.

Anson raises his head, lifting his chin slightly, his gaze wandering aimlessly as if searching for a focus but appearing somewhat flustered. The side profile captured by the camera doesn’t reveal his blue eyes directly, but it does catch the wavering confusion in his gaze, his mind in turmoil.

He settles on a random target, fixes his gaze, and regains focus.

But instead of feeling relieved, he freezes in place.

And in that brief moment—

All the aimlessness and confusion from his wandering, the silent noise and turbulence, are suddenly captured by the camera, as if you can see the force of time in that fleeting connection.

Even though the camera hasn’t focused on it, and it’s completely outside the audience’s view, the Dogme 95 filming style, without editing to smooth transitions, patiently waits for time to pass, allowing the force to gather bit by bit.

Ultimately, it won’t be in vain.

And it will be even more concentrated, more powerful, like a punch to the face.

It turns out movies can be filmed this way.

It turns out acting can be presented like this.

In front of the camera—

Anson lifts his chin, initially just needing an excuse to distract himself, trying to quiet the noise in his head. But when he sees the photo on the wall, he stops:

An ocean.

In fact, the photo isn’t outstanding; like the one in the office, it’s more like a cheaply printed image. But now, his gaze can’t help but explore the depth beyond that ocean.

Blue. Vast. Empty.

The entire world seems unusually quiet, as if he can hear the dust settling and the sound of the sea breeze gently brushing by. The chaotic thoughts in his mind suddenly become clear, transforming into a roar in his ears.

Without warning, his eyes well up with warmth.

Oh, God.

He quickly raises his hands to cover his eyes, using the warmth of his fingers to shield his eyes, firmly closing them. He intercepts the tears before they can fall, and then—

Takes a deep breath.

Chapter 537: Natural and Unforced

He covered his face with both hands, using the warmth of his fingertips to cover his eyes, stopping things from happening before the warmth spilled over, trying his best to control himself.

Heh.

Take a deep, deep breath.

But.

Just freeze like this.

Inhale, but don't exhale.

The fingers covering his eyes were trembling slightly, his shoulders and arms were already tense to the extreme, and he tried his best to control himself.

Because.

Once this breath is exhaled, tears seem to burst with it.

He thought he had it under control, he thought he didn't have any special thoughts at all, he thought he just needed some space to relax.

Unexpectedly...

Those complexities, those surges, broke through the defenses without warning.

Then, he stood there like a wooden man, dumbfounded.

The picture freezes again--

Not only Anson, but Alex and Eric couldn't help holding their breath, even though they tried their best to control it, their eyes were still slightly moist.

Is it sadness? Anger? Pain?

Yes, but not quite.

It's a kind of confusion, a deep powerlessness and unspeakable depression intertwined, at a loss and bewildered. There is no particular sadness, but tears well up in the eyes uncontrollably, and all kinds of thoughts are intertwined.

Holding one's breath is like burying one's head in water, tears silently dissolve in the water, and no one but oneself can see it.

The power of that emotion, silent but surging.

It was only at this moment that I realized that, in fact, performances do not necessarily have to be seen.

When filming "Catch Me If You Can", the close-up shots focused on the face and eyes, those emotions, those pulls, those surges, were all displayed, and even every detail was presented in the camera, announcing to the world.

The explosion and impact of the performance came head-on.

But not now.

It is also a close-up shot, but you can't see the expression or the eyes. Not only are both hands covering the cheeks, but it is also a side face. Everything is hidden, but the focus of the camera is firmly grasped in another way.

This is what Gus has been looking for -

a state. a feeling.

It's hard to imagine that there are no lines or plots, but such a set of long shots can push the power of the lens to a whole new level.

Is this what Dogma 95 advocates?

Movies have always been about lenses.

As the saying goes, TV series are the art of screenwriters, dramas are the art of actors, and movies are the art of directors. In addition to the plot and actors, the audio-visual experience presented by the director through the lens is the greatest charm of movies.

And at this moment, Gus finally found the state he had been searching for.

No performance, no carving, everything is natural and natural, just like a movie breaks the boundary between reality and illusion, the boundary between actor and character has also disappeared, drama and reality are perfectly integrated, a kind of The power enough to make the soul tremble is budding.

In the picture, I took a deep breath, but it seemed like there was no end in sight.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

Anson kept inhaling, trying to press the pause button, for a long, long time, but he still couldn't control himself.

Gus seemed to be able to see a glimmer of tears flashing from the corner of Anson's eyes, but before he had time to distinguish carefully, Anson wiped it away with his fingertips.

He let out a long breath, then took a deep breath again, and continued to control himself.

His hands tightly and firmly covered his face, tightly covering all expressions on his palm-sized face, a trace of struggling collapse appeared between his brows, and he abruptly tightened the reins on the edge of the cliff.

How to do.

What should he do?

There are so many question marks in life that he is almost drowned and breathless, but he has no answers, and he can't even think calmly, just like a hamster, running in place all the time.

A blank.

Sometimes, he really wants to leave and leave this mess behind; but sometimes, he can't help but worry about his father, and he can't bear it after all.

Sometimes, he just wants to forget all this and continue to be a child; but sometimes, he realizes that he is no longer a child.

Sometimes, he thinks that if nothing happened, if time could be reversed, if he could ignore those victims heartlessly, if he could selfishly pursue happiness, if life could be simpler...

If only life were like a math problem, every problem has a formula and an answer.

Again, inhale.

pause.

It's like pressing the pause button, as long as you don't exhale, time will not move forward; as long as you persist long enough, your wish will come true; as long as you continue to hide here, you will become invincible.

In the short time of holding your breath, the world becomes quiet, and all the noise and noise disappear.

Then.

He let out a long, long breath, as if spitting out all the boredom and irritability, the tension in his shoulders and arms also relaxed for a long time, his head drooped dullly, and his long hair drooped to cover his face. His expression, an invisible gloom and sadness fell on his shoulders.

Regain steady breathing.

Finally, finally calmed down a little.

He hurriedly raised his hands and rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if sand had gotten into his eyes.

"Hey, hello."

Hearing a greeting from behind, he subconsciously rubbed his cheeks quickly with both hands, nervously and flusteredly, turned sideways slightly and looked back cautiously, this time he saw the girl's figure.

An uninvited guest, Alicia.

"Hi." Anson responded.

He immediately turned around, sniffed, lowered his head, and used his drooping hair as a mask to cover up the embarrassment remaining on his cheeks.

Try my best to pretend that nothing happened.

Unexpectedly, Alicia walked over directly.

Anson wiped his eyes and face in a hurry, quickly tidying himself up; but the movement was still half a beat slow, and Alicia had already come over.

Alicia noticed Anson's movements, and even slowed down her steps, tilted her head slightly to look at Anson, and gently lifted his hair, "What's wrong?"

Anson mustered up the courage to meet Alicia's gaze, and concealed it calmly, "It's nothing."

Alicia saw Anson's slightly red eyes, "Did you cry?"

That voice, light and gentle, is like the first ray of warm sun that breaks through the night in the winter morning.

Anson: ...

"Yes."

After a slight pause, Anson shrugged lightly, not denying it.

But lowered his eyes, tried his best to pretend to be calm, and downplayed it as much as possible.

Alicia looked at Anson worriedly, "Did something bad happen?"

Anson was stunned--

How should he explain it? And where should I start explaining?

Looking up at the ceiling, after thinking about it seriously, there is still no answer, "I don't know."

Alicia looked at Anson carefully for a while, an impulse, a primitive impulse, stood on tiptoe and kissed Anson's cheek lightly, without any emotion, just a comfort.

Like a hug.

The lips, like a butterfly landing on the first green bud bathed in sunlight, a faint warmth and vitality quietly bloomed, separated after a short touch, but people couldn't help holding their breath, lest they disturb the butterfly , staring at the colorful butterfly wings with wide eyes.

Chapter 538: Breaking the Calm

A soft kiss on the cheek, gently soothing the wound.

Anson turned his head to look at Alicia, his eyes widened, and his eyes met. After a brief surprise, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose slightly. Those confusion and confusion, those loneliness and loss found the same frequency in the exchange of eyes, and they fit together faintly.

Can't help but understand.

The corner of the smiling mouth is dyed with a thin layer of brilliance in the eyes, which is the resonance of like-minded people, only they can receive it, and only they can understand it.

Gentle. Bright.

The haze and loss in the air cleared slightly.

Not love, but better than love.

Alicia-Miles blushed a little.

She couldn't believe that she appeared in a movie, let alone that she was acting opposite Anson, but the most incredible thing was the moment in front of her.

She is kissing Anson.

Even if it was just the cheek, her heart lost its rhythm and beat wildly, as if it was burning.

Her eyes dodged slightly, but when she saw Anson's blue eyes, she couldn't help but stop.

Clear, bright, you can see the bottom at a glance.

Before Alicia realized it, those nervousness and shyness had quietly settled down, and then she saw the projection in the blue, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile, she looked back generously, but did not continue to stay.

Somewhat shy, also somewhat flustered.

After all, it is still young.

"See you later. I, uh, I have to go to a Straight Alliance meeting."

As he spoke, he backed away.

Anson nodded slightly, "Okay."

Alicia, "You'll be fine, right?"

Anson chuckled, "Yeah."

Alicia knew she needed to turn and leave, but her eyes never left Anson.

She thought, she needed to double check.

So, she did just that, naturally, an instinctive reaction.

Alicia raised her chin slightly, put her hands behind her back, and stepped back step by step, her eyes always on Anson, carefully looking up and down.

This look is clearly to further confirm Anson's condition, as if to say: Be good, okay?

This made Anson grin, revealing a shy smile.

The smile in Alicia's eyes bloomed along with it, this time she didn't stay any longer, turned and walked away, leaving Anson alone in the empty room.

Gus:!

Gus wanted to applaud, but he couldn't.

Gus wanted to cheer, but he couldn't either.

This is why Gus likes to make movies, and this is why Gus likes to capture the state of actors——

There is no script, no lines, no framework, but the role is handed over to the actors, and the role grows freely and recklessly with the actor's soul as the soil.

At the beginning, when filming "My Own Private Idaho", the most famous and wonderful campfire dialogue in the whole movie was created by River Phoenix himself. It was a dialogue between him and the character, and it was also a dialogue between him and the character. The soul he endowed the character with, thus truly giving the character vitality.

The same is true in front of us.

Anson and Alicia, Alicia and Anson, two ordinary middle school students, a light kiss of comfort and resonance, let two fragile souls warm each other briefly, not love or even friendship, but leave嫋嫋 aftertaste.

Even Alicia's performance became lively and vivid.

At this moment, the lens has persuasive power, unprecedentedly real, even Gus himself can hardly tell whether this is a movie or reality.

Gus was very happy and excited, but he needed to restrain himself, so he clenched his fists and curled his knees, curled up in front of the monitor like a silkworm chrysalis, staring at the small screen alone with shining eyes, letting his mind The excitement and enthusiasm in it bloomed, and waited quietly.

Anson stood where he was, paused slightly, his eyes fixed on Alicia all the way away, he lowered his head, rubbed his cheeks vigorously with both hands, when he turned around again, he opened his shoulders and straightened his waist, from the chaos And get rid of the messy thoughts.

Then.

Looking up at the photographic work again, standing quietly on the spot.

Just a second later, I couldn't help being fascinated again.

He thought he had cheered up, he thought he had got rid of it, he thought he was sober, but the disturbing thoughts invaded again.

The blue water slowly disintegrated in the calm, and the thoughts seemed to fall again, falling from a high altitude, falling into the deep sea, sinking endlessly.

He quickly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, drying his eyes before tears welled up, his eyes brightened.

Inhale, exhale long.

Inhale again, exhale long again.

Tears did not reappear after all, but the confusion and confusion in those eyes quietly diffused, like a lost Bambi.

Those thin shoulders bear too much weight that does not belong to this age.

Staring blankly, for a long time, at the vast ocean, the turbulent emotions slowly settled down and disappeared into nothingness.

Time flows again; only he is still walking in place.

Then--

"cut."

Gus said.

Actually, Gus didn't want to stop filming.

Just now in the corridor, there was obviously no camera shooting, Anson was still walking straight ahead, his whole state and aura were completely eye-catching; the same is true now, the filming of the scene has ended, Anson still Keep the state, an extension, a continuity, even more charming.

If possible, Gus would like to watch it all the time. Watching Anson's performance is really a kind of enjoyment. He perfectly presents the state and emotions conceived in his mind. The rich layers, delicate emotions, and real state, little by little, will The audience's thoughts were drawn into the tide.

walk. stand. breathe.

The simplest, most common and most normal movements, but in a few strokes, the life of a seventeen-year-old is vividly depicted, so gorgeous and so real, every pore is telling a story, firmly controlling the lens, the power of light and shadow Slowly depict every wound on the soul.

The power of time and the weight of life have never been clearer.

Gus can sit behind the monitor and watch Anson like this until the end of time.

Unbelievable, this is Anson who NGd fourteen times in a row before.

But, he can't.

After all, movies are not reality, he needs to finish filming, otherwise, he may not be able to keep up with the progress.

Despite helplessness, despite reluctance--

"cut."

Gus didn't yell loudly, and he didn't realize that he controlled the volume, as if he was afraid of disturbing Anson.

Therefore, this time there was no magic cancellation effect, and the entire crew was still immersed in that state, as if they could hear the sound of emotions flowing in the air, and everyone was immersed in their own world, letting their thoughts and emotions spread. extend.

Obviously the filming of the movie has ended, and thoughts should return to reality; however, the soul still stays in the space constructed by light and shadow, separated from the body.

This is a wonderful experience.

call.

Gus couldn't help but let out a long breath, just like Anson, the small movements of inhaling and exhaling could clearly feel the weight of emotions.

Then, Gus stood up, still not breaking the tranquility of the set, and walked straight towards Anson.

Chapter 539: A Small Transformation

"cut."

Filming is over.

But the scene was still silent, and the seal was not released as usual, there was no sound or movement, and time seemed to stay in the light and shadow.

Alicia stood in the corridor, and saw Gus leaving the monitor and coming towards her. She had no thoughts in her mind, and subconsciously nodded politely.

In a trance, the boundary of the studio was broken, and fiction invaded reality--

Anson is still Anson, Gus is like a teacher, Alicia just left, and now the teacher appears, the scene in the movie is still not over, anyway, there is no script or plot, everything happens naturally and reasonably.

The line of sight is still locked on Anson amidst the roar of noisy thoughts.

Gus also noticed this, but he didn't point it out, because this is the effect he pursues, and now it seems that the entire crew has entered the state.

Footsteps finally stopped beside Anson.

Gus looked up at Harris:

Poor Harris, even though his body is like a hippopotamus, he has to imitate a red-crowned crane at this time and stand on tiptoe.

This brought a smile to the corner of Gus's mouth, he nodded slightly at Harris, and signaled with his eyes: the shooting is over.

Harris let out a long breath, leaned against the wall, slid all the way down, finally fell to the ground, closed his knees, put the camera on the ground, and finally began to gasp for breath, taking out his pocket He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Gus looked at Anson, and he could see the peace in Anson's eyes.

In the camera just now, Anson never looked directly at the camera, either in profile or chin, so that the camera did not capture Anson's eyes, that breathtaking blue.

But now, Gus finally saw clearly the depth under the calmness, just as he imagined, the complicated and delicate thoughts were carefully hidden, and cleverly concealed with a smile.

"Everything is fine."

Gus spoke.

In fact, it is far beyond imagination.

Gus had no way of knowing what happened during the short period of time when Anson left the set just now, but the lonely soul sitting on the swing that he met for the first time reappeared in front of the camera, and everything was perfect, even Gus The picture conceived in my mind is raised to a whole new level.

Anson nodded slightly, but did not respond.

Gus was a little worried, "Is everything okay?"

Although they are two similar sentences, they present completely different effects. The first sentence is in the movie, and the second sentence is in reality.

Anson noticed it, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Last time in "Catch Me If You Can", after being too involved in the drama, it was a kind of tiredness, a deep tiredness, and the mental consumption and overdraft were really indescribable.

But not today.

A burst of peace, a burst of calmness, no catharsis of joy, no release of wantonness, everything is gentle and natural, like a gurgling stream.

He thought, he was learning.

Learn to perform, learn to express, learn to accept your past and scars calmly, learn to vent your emotions through performance and art, learn to integrate your true self into the role, learn to review yourself from the role and find reconciliation.

Embrace the character, also embrace yourself, and slowly start to embrace the truth.

Art is originally a means of expression, and the same is true for painting, music, sculpture, writing, etc. Express your own experiences and emotions mixed in it, and finally become a way to review yourself, complete reconciliation, and move on.

The performance method of the method school/experience school often means losing control in the end. If you are not crazy, you will not survive. It is difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, and finally escape into madness. Anson cannot be sure where his future will go, whether he can reach such a state , and whether it will go through such a process--

But at least, for now, it's all wonderful.

Anson needs this kind of reconciliation.

Now, he has finally officially stepped into the gate of the performing world, using his true self as the key, and took a small step forward, but ushered in the first important breakthrough.

The boundary between reality and illusion is broken, and I am immersed in it, but I don't feel pain and struggle, but more of a relief and relaxation.

He seems to be starting to fall in love with acting.

Can't help it, Anson recalled the starting point of this brand new life, maybe from the very beginning, the goddess of fate had already hinted that this was the path that belonged to him.

Gus's question made Anson raise his head, a faint light flickered in his eyes, he tried to raise the corners of his mouth to show a smile, but failed very regrettably.

Anson said, "Just need some time."

Slightly fragile.

Gus nodded slightly, he tried to comfort Anson, but he couldn't kiss Anson's cheek like Alicia, he looked a little at a loss.

He raised his right hand, trying to pat Anson on the shoulder, but on second thought, such a move seemed inappropriate, so he put it down again; then he raised his hands slightly, hesitating whether to give Anson a hug , but in the end just showed a smile to Anson, expressing affirmation with his eyes.

Such an action brought a smile to Anson's eyes, and the dull and lost mood slightly opened the clouds and mist, and a ray of golden sunlight fell.

"Director, are you sure everything is okay?" Anson asked back.

Gus was puzzled, "Okay. Of course. Everything is fine. Perfect. What's wrong?"

The words are incoherent, jumping out one after another, like a toy spitting out gold coins, which is really funny.

Anson's state was pulled a little bit towards reality again, "No, I just feel that this scene is not complete."

Gus, "I'd like to hear more about it."

Anson, "The emotional context is incomplete."

"I think, after Alicia's light kiss, the inner depression and confusion temporarily come to an end, and finally force myself to cheer up again. Maybe I should show a smile to cheer myself up and draw a full stop for the entire emotional arc. "

In short, there is a beginning and an end, so that the emotions of this scene are complete, and the function of this scene in the whole movie can be highlighted.

Almost all movies are like this, a plot, a performance, an emotion, run through the arc and finally complete a closed loop.

Gus raised his chin slightly, "But why didn't you do it?"

Anson shrugged, "I don't know, it's an intuition."

Pause.

"I just think maybe the emotions here need to be incomplete."

In general movies, the plot and performance are indeed like this, and a closed loop is needed, just like Lego blocks, one part fits together to form a whole.

Therefore, when the audience watches the movie, even though they don’t know what happened or how it happened, they vaguely feel that they cannot be persuaded, or the sense of substitution is not enough, and the incompleteness of the plot or performance is a high probability event——

Both the director and the screenwriter may need to be responsible; similarly, the actors are no exception.

But what about "Elephant"?

Vaguely, Anson thinks that this movie is different, and this is also the experience and lessons brought about by fourteen NGs, an intuition that sounded the alarm.

So, this time, Anson did not continue to perform according to his familiar inertia.

Chapter 540: Stereotypes

Fourteen NGs.

What Anson needs to think about is not only his own performance, but also the director's creative intention and the state of the whole work.

In the movie "Elephant", Gus did not try to narrate the whole story, but just took a cross-section of the daily life of the school, those incomplete, ongoing, unanswered and directionless states, an ordinary morning at the age of seventeen Thirty minutes, then abruptly interrupted.

From the perspective of the creative intention of the entire film, this is the effect Gus hopes to achieve: there is no context, and similarly, there is no future.

When the audience is offended, shocked and hurt, when the audience notices the incompleteness of the story or characters - the fate of the characters is unreasonably interrupted, this proves that Gus has achieved his goal.

So.

After entering the performance state, everything is natural and everything is smooth. Anson handed himself over to his intuition, completely throwing reason and thinking behind him. At the end of the performance, he stepped on the brakes and controlled himself without following the past. Performing habits continues.

This is Anson's understanding.

Now that the filming is over, Anson needs to confirm with the director.

A look of satisfaction appeared in Gus's eyes, and he nodded slightly, "Your intuition is correct."

"If you showed a smile and a relieved look at the end just now, it would be another NG."

"Of course, I know that in other movies, such a context and arc is the correct way to perform. I used to look forward to such a performance. Believe me, your understanding is correct; but this time, I want to break this concept , to explore a new lens language."

"What I need is a state, a present continuous tense, not a linear context, just a cross-section, just stop the lens here."

"Perfect."

"This means that you finally understand my creative intentions and the state of the characters. You are now in the most perfect position, and I don't want to change any details."

"As I said just now, everything is fine."

so that's how it is.

Anson raised his chin slightly, "Okay, I understand, I just need to confirm."

Gus hesitated a little, but finally spoke, "You did a good job."

Anson was taken aback, "Director, you've already said that."

Gus, "I know. I just want to tell you that you are an excellent actor."

This was something Anson hadn't expected.

Gus was very honest, "To be honest, I didn't expect it myself, it far exceeded expectations."

"You have ideas and are willing to study the role. If you encounter confusion or不解, you are willing to speak out, face your weaknesses and shortcomings generously, and communicate openly and honestly."

"This honesty is not easy for narcissistic and proud actors."

Actors are often egotistical.

From a certain point of view, they need such an ego, because this is the basis for them to explore the role and awaken themselves, and without such an ego, they often cannot become good actors.

But from another perspective, such an ego can become a barrier to communication between actors and directors.

It is precisely because of this that many actors are stubborn and stubborn, refusing to communicate and change, which makes them a discordant factor in the cooperation of the crew.

This is also Gus's biggest worry before the filming of "Elephant".

Perhaps, Anson used to be humble and friendly, and the cooperation between the "Spider-Man" crew and the "Catch Me If You Can" crew was very smooth; but now things are different.

For one thing, the huge success of "Spider-Man" gave Anson a taste of fame.

Secondly, "Elephant" is a small crew, and Anson is the one surrounded by stars.

All these factors mean that Anson's position in the crew is different. Even Gus, the director, may not be able to control the scene. Once Anson puts on a big-name posture, it may be a disaster.

Toss and turn, worry.

At some point, Gus began to self-examine, why did he agree to Anson's appearance in "Elephant", it would be better to simply use ordinary student actors.

At certain moments, Gus secretly cheered himself up. If Anson played big names, he would just break up, and he would kick Anson out of the crew directly. Although the name "Gus Van Sant" is not considered important in Hollywood People, but he is not an ordinary nobody.

However.

The worrying thing did not happen.

Not only did it not happen, but on the contrary, the surprises came one after another, far exceeding expectations. Now it seems that Anson's joining should be a blessing, ensuring that Gus can take risks and try according to his own ideas, giving "Elephant" This film has a new meaning, chasing those ambitions.

This also made Gus a little embarrassed.

He thought, he owed Anson an apology, and sure enough, stereotypes are harmful, regardless of age or status, narrow-mindedness can make them ugly.

But on second thought, instead of apologizing, praise it.

Anson deserves credit in every way.

Gus did not hold back.

"I like your candor."

"Of course, more importantly, after effective communication, you can show the best state to meet the director's requirements, and I have no reason to find fault."

"In fact, I need to praise your work, although like everyone else, when I see you, I see the appearance first; but I sincerely like your performance."

"Maybe you should be more confident. You deserve it."

This is the first time.

This is the first time someone has praised Anson face to face. Although the filming process was very pleasant before, Anson could also feel the goodwill from the crew; but the praise that was actually spoken was still different, giving Anson affirmation.

Anson became a little restrained instead.

In his previous life, he really couldn't remember when he was last praised. He almost forgot what it was like to be praised and affirmed.

It seems that there is a marshmallow in the chest that is expanding, warm, sweet, and light, and the colorful colors are gradually brightening.

Anson's expression was a little cramped, but he still showed a big smile, "Director, do I need to be more confident? Are you sure?"

Actors, the most narcissistic group of people, their ego and arrogance are unimaginable.

Gus immediately heard the overtones of Anson's self-deprecation, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "Trust me, I've seen some actors, their egos are much bigger than imagined, and they refuse to admit it themselves."

"Your ego is nothing at all, a little witch sees a big witch, it doesn't matter if you grow a little more."

The smile on the corner of Anson's mouth also rose, "Shhh, I'll keep it a secret from Matt."

Matt Damon: ? ? ?

Gus had a smile in his eyes, "Although I was talking about Ben just now, but..." He also put his finger on his lips, "Shhh."

Ben Affleck: I didn't offend you!

Then.

Gus didn't stay any longer, "We should get ready for the next scene."

Undoubtedly, this is Anson's most special filming so far.

It's not difficult to say, it can even be said to be simple, it really allows the actors to play freely, there are no lines to restrain, no frame restrictions, nothing, and the performance can be completed completely according to the actor's own ideas.

It's not easy to say it's simple. It's undoubtedly a completely different challenge. It completely breaks and subverts all of Anson's perceptions of acting and roles. Experience a new way of shooting and re-examine the art form of film.

When Darren Starr called him, it was definitely something Anson didn't expect.