The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 262 Let nature take its course
"Let nature take its course?" Anson was a little surprised.

Cliff nodded, "Yes, let nature take its course."

Anson thought for a while, "How to let nature take its course?"

Cliff chuckled directly, "Relax, trust yourself, and let your intuition go."

Anson did not speak, but fell into deep thought.

Cliff was a little surprised. He thought that young people didn't like the nagging of old people. After all, times have changed, and ideas, concepts and values ​​are also different. This is not specifically Anson, but the younger generation in general. So before he spoke , a little hesitant, worried about being nosy.

But I didn't expect...

It's him who worries too much.

Cliff continued.

"Based on my observations during the time I joined the crew, I can see that you have conducted in-depth research on the characters and the plot, and you always grasp the situation just right."

"I believe that this scene is the same. You know the lines, you know the emotions, and you know the state, so you might as well trust yourself."

"Don't deliberately think about those emotions and lines, but immerse yourself in the character and follow your intuition."

"I believe that your understanding and analysis of this scene have been deeply ingrained in your bones, and your intuition will give you the right answer and the right performance."

"Not thinking is not a good thing; but thinking too much is not a good thing either."

"You should give yourself some credit."

Not fast, not slow, not urgent, not slow, Cliff's old voice spoke softly, and the bustling and noisy air of New York slowly settled down.

Anson turned his head slightly to look at Cliff, and the smile on his lips rose slightly, "So, you think I am a good actor?"

Cliff was stunned, "I thought you were going to say, 'You're not my father, please mind my own business.'"

This sentence is exactly what Peter Parker said to his uncle in the movie——

Words are both sharp and sharp, and they are always easy to inadvertently hurt the people closest to you, but the water spilled by the words is difficult to recover, and the scars remain on the heart.

However, here, returning from reality to the screen, Cliff creates a clever contrast, and the joy comes out.

The smile in Anson's eyes gradually overflowed, "You know, I am an actor. I think the earth should revolve around me, so I care more about your praise. Am I really a good actor?"

Cliff showed a thoughtful expression and looked at Anson seriously, "Not-bad."

Anson's eyes widened.

Cliff laughed heartily.

Then, the sound of the intercom came from under the car seat.

"Please pay attention, please pay attention, everything is ready, Anson, Cliff, where are you?"

On the surface, Anson and Cliff were the only ones in the carriage, but their every move was under the surveillance of cameras and microphones. Not only the director, but also half of the crew were watching.

Cliff and Anson exchanged glances, and both laughed out loud again.

call.

Anson took a long breath and tried to calm down. He needed to believe in himself. There was no need to get into trouble in order to perform well. This would only lose the sense of lightness and would be too much.

Cliff's voice came from the side again, "You don't need to prove yourself, you just need to perform the role, and that's enough."

There is something in the words.

It seems that Cliff thinks that Anson may be worried that the vase label will be a burden to him, but in fact, Anson is not worried about others thinking that he is a vase at all.

However, from another perspective, Cliff is also right. Anson does not need to prove to anyone that he is worthy of this role, just be himself.

"Thank you." Anson said, concisely but sincerely.

behind the monitor.

James Franco, Kristen Dunst and other actors are all here, their eyes fall on the monitor, and they can't help but be curious about Anson's performance.

The air was slightly quiet, and the roar of traffic two streets away made the silence even more prominent.

"Start shooting!" Buzz, buzz, buzz, cars are coming and going, people are bustling on the street in front of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and life is starting to move again.

On the movie screen, these life-like images appear extremely real, but on the set, everything is a carefully planned performance.

Although Sam Raimi is not as crazy as Steven Spielberg, he also has his own keen sense of capturing the overall effect of the picture.

However, everything has nothing to do with Peter Parker and Ben Parker.

In the carriage, the atmosphere seemed normal. Peter was eager to get out of the car and leave, but was stopped by Uncle Ben.

"Thanks, Uncle Ben."

"Wait, we need to talk."

In just one sentence, Peter's expression showed a hint of astonishment, and his excitement and anticipation froze for a short time, because he was about to go to an underground boxing match to try his skills and rely on his superpower to make money. Three thousand dollars, which is not a small amount of money, ended up being... I couldn't bear to stop him for a moment.

"Let's talk about it later."

"With your permission, we can talk now."

Uncle Ben insisted.

Peter did not hide his disappointed expression and looked slightly irritated. Just like thousands of adolescent children, they obviously don’t like talking to their elders.

His shoulders slumped slightly, "What do you want to talk about? Does it have to be now?"

Uncle Ben turned off the engine and said, "Because we haven't talked for a long time, Mei and I don't understand you anymore. You refuse to do housework and do some strange experiments in the room..."

One sentence, another sentence.

Adolescent Peter became increasingly irritable, leaning back in his chair in frustration, his eyes drifting impatiently out the window.

Uncle Ben still didn't stop and continued nagging, "You were fighting in school..."

Peter became excited immediately, sat up straight, and said with aggrieved face, "I said I didn't provoke it."

Uncle Ben did not avoid Peter's eyes, "You confirm that you won."

Peter turned slightly sideways and looked directly into his uncle's eyes, anger bursting out, "Should I run away?"

Uncle Ben could sense Peter's aggression and he avoided looking, "No, you shouldn't run away, but..."

Take a deep breath.

Uncle Ben raised his head, looked at Peter's angry look, exhaled gently, his tone couldn't help softening, and said calmly, "Peter, you are changing. At your age, I am the same as you..."

But Peter didn't buy it and showed a sarcastic smile, "No, it's not the same."

Superpower is a surprise and a secret.

Peter had no way of telling anyone, he wasn't sure if he should tell anyone, and of course, he hadn't really thought about it.

All in all, something was different, and Peter didn't think Uncle Ben could understand.

As time passed by, the emotions between Peter's brows were very complicated, but they couldn't be simply described, and finally evolved into a kind of stubbornness and alienation.

Cliff noticed——

This is the level.

And it's not a performance, it's a level that comes out naturally, the image of the big boy in front of you and Peter Parker overlap like this.

So much so that Cliff was slightly startled.

Originally, this was supposed to be his line, but now it doesn't connect.

Behind the monitor, eyes were looking at Sam. Is he going to be NG again? the fourth time?

But surprisingly, Sam hesitated for a moment and did not speak. Instead, he looked at the monitor screen carefully, showing a playful expression.

Silence spread in the air, the noise around them was still there, but no one spoke.

So, what's going on?

(End of this chapter)