The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 377 Subtle Touch
Generally speaking, when devout Catholics name their children, they often name their children after their parents, grandparents, and grandparents to represent a kind of commemoration, admiration, and inheritance; or they name their sons after their fathers. Often represents the inheritance of blood and spirit.

Families with more wealth often do this.

As a result, many ordinary families later learned this method and inherited the same name in the hope that their family would grow.

Therefore, you can often see names like this. "Senior" represents the elder, that is, the father; "Junior" represents the younger, that is, the son. Furthermore, there are first, second, and third generations that represent three generations of a family, from grandfather to father to son.

In such a situation, the father often does not call his son by his first name - because that is also his own name. Instead, he will call him "Junior".

If you refer to the background, this title has a purely natural blood connection, naturally building a bridge between father and son.

Christopher Walken, purely in terms of age, is 59 years old this year. He can already be Anson's grandfather. However, the two actors have to play as father and son in the movie, which is slightly inconsistent; but Steven's casting was also carefully selected. Considered.

For now, Hollywood's old-age makeup technology is not mature enough, and computer special effects have not developed to the extent that it can change age. Old-age makeup often looks weird; and old Frank has experienced the blow of consecutive business failures, and it is indeed easy to age. Considering that Given the time span of filming, it makes sense to choose Christopher to play Frank Sr.

After all, it’s easier and more realistic to look younger than to look older.

And now, Christopher took advantage of the atmosphere of the shooting scene just right, using only one title to quietly enter the state——

"Hey, Junior, happy birthday."

As expected from a traditional academic school, Anson felt a little dazed, as if he really heard his father calling him.

Anson was stunned for a moment, and a smile crept onto his lips, "Thank you. So are you ready for breakfast?"

This isn’t a line, but it’s obviously not Anson either—

Instead, the dialogue that took place between Abagnale and his son, even outside the framework of the script, naturally revealed the daily life between father and son.

It turns out that this is a method performance.

When an actor understands the character 100% and becomes immersed in the role, the edges and colors of the character gradually become vivid in the body, and he can react naturally without the need for a script——

Natural and real.

At this moment, the actor does not need to think about "what expression should I make", "how should I act", "what should be the emotion here", "what should I do if I say the wrong line", because the traces of performance are completely abandoned, every move All evolved into the character's own movements, completely natural.

As a result, expressions, movements, language, and status are all revealed naturally.

The actors and the characters are completely integrated, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake.

Vaguely, Anson entered a state that is difficult to describe accurately in words, as if he was acting but not himself, and the entire performance state from lines to movements became smoother.

very interesting.

Snapped.

There was a sound of closing the door in the hall, but it was extremely brief and subsided in a blink of an eye. Then the sizzling sound in the kitchen occupied the entire space again like a drizzle of rain, making the house seem even quieter.

Taking two steps forward, he looked at the boxes piled up in the room. The move had been completed but the luggage had not been unpacked. Old Frank was a little dazed. He stood there blankly and his mind was blank, without any ideas.

"Hey, Dad."

Little Frank's call came from the kitchen, and Old Frank subconsciously turned around and looked over, but his eyes were not focused at all. He just glanced at it and then looked again at the box that was nowhere to be found in the room.

"Where's your mother?"

In the kitchen, little Frank was making pancakes and spreading the batter on the pan. Even after hearing his father's words, he did not stop and carefully spread the pancakes flat.

"I don't know." A pause.

"She said she was going to find a job."

Old Frank finally came to his senses and turned around from the hall to the kitchen. Even though he was embarrassed and embarrassed, he still maintained the character of a gentleman. His suit, shirt, tie, and top hat were neatly displayed with etiquette.

Old Frank wondered, "What can she do? Sell shoes at Centipede Farm?"

"Haha." Little Frank couldn't hold it back, and then he imagined the picture again, and couldn't control his laughter, "Haha." He couldn't control it anymore, "Hahahaha."

Old Frank couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Haha."

However, little Frank smiled extraordinarily brightly. He bent over with a smile, his handsome cheeks were stained with two blushes, and his eyes and mouth were full of smiles.

Only then did Frank Sr. notice his son’s appearance——

Shirts and sweaters, this is the school uniform, the uniform of private schools in the past.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and pullover to avoid getting in the way, but even so, he still couldn't hide his handsomeness and elegance.

Old Frank frowned slightly, Little Frank shouldn't be here, "What are you doing?"

Little Frank didn't notice the subtle change in Old Frank's tone, and still smiled brightly. He picked up the spoon again and continued to work, "Do you want some pancakes?"

Old Frank had a look of astonishment on his face, "As dinner? On my son's sixteenth birthday? We don't eat pancakes!"

Little Frank's movement of flipping the pancakes slowed down slightly, and his side face showed some hesitation, but he still could not control his expectations. He looked up at his father, his eyes widened, and he was trying to suppress the joy and excitement in the deep blue. Do your best to stay calm——

Expectation is still expectation, after all, he is just a sixteen-year-old child; but reason tightens the reins, because he is mature enough and experienced enough, and he knows that they are going through a difficult period of sudden storms. In such a predicament, Maybe birthdays aren't that important.

Mother didn't remember it, did she?
He is neither sad nor disappointed.

But when I heard my father's words, I still couldn't help but look forward to it, cautiously.

Just one look and for a moment, Christopher Walken was slightly stunned.

Logically speaking, it was just a look, fleeting, and it was impossible to interpret much; but now, he could see the complexity.

Intricacies that words cannot describe.

For a moment, time stood still.

Then, Anson lowered his eyes

Because he realized that his eyes revealed his true thoughts, but the point was that he couldn't and shouldn't create pressure on his father, right?
What would they do if the pressure was too great and their father left like this?
He, he couldn't imagine it.

With his eyes lowered and the corners of his mouth raised, Anson tried to hide himself in a panic and embarrassment. He was about to make a few excuses, but found that he had already been seen through.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I forgot?"

One sentence revealed the truth, but it stung Anson's soft heart. He tried to speak, but found that his voice was slightly stuck in his throat.

There was just a pause, and then he found his voice.

"No, I didn't think you forgot."

(End of this chapter)