Tom looked at Lance in front of him seriously. After a long time of silence, he opened his mouth and said, "So, did you take it seriously when you first met?" He was not talking nonsense and making random white strips to attract Tom to join. △↗

Lance gently outlined the corner of his mouth, "I do my job well, you do your job well. As for the results, we will know." Now Tom is already on the same boat, so there is no need to continue the sweet talk. Compared to the uncertain future, the most important thing now is to Tom get into the state as soon as possible.

"Give you five minutes to prepare, and then we'll start shooting." Lance nodded slightly to Tom, and then walked aside.

Hayden had come to his senses at this time, looking at Lance with a laugh, without any concealment of his emotions, and it was clearly written, "I knew you could do it", and "I told you a long time ago." When he was preparing for "City of God", Hayden suggested that Lance direct and act on his own. As a friend who has known each other for many years, Hayden had absolute confidence in Lance's strength.

Lance smiled but didn't say anything. In fact, the scene just now seemed very simple, but Lance took advantage of the changes in light to complete the performance - this should be attributed to the director, which weakened the difficulty and thickness of the performance itself, and the effect achieved was not reduced. But even so, Lance still felt a little difficult. Performance really requires repeated over the years. Those veteran actors from British Academy would return to the West End of London every once in a while and reappear on the stage. This is the reason. Lance had not performed for two years and could still feel the impact of the blank period.

Real experts understand why some directors can always bring out actors and actresses, and why some directors always miss the acting awards. Except for directors like James Cameron who concentrates all their energy on combining visual effects and stories. Except for directors who deliberately show off their skills like Arisandro Gonzalez Inaritu and magnify the power of directors and editing, in fact, the use of cameras and control of performance space during the filming process are closely related to the actors' performance.

For example, if you shoot in Michael Mann's way, the atmosphere is created first. However, the performance depends more on the actors' own explosion. Sometimes, the actors will even be overwhelmed by changes in the position of the camera and the editing method. However, if you shoot in the Lance method, not only will the gap in the blockbuster films be left for the actors to perform freely, but also use lights, lenses and other methods to magnify these details.

Of course, different shooting methods also require some sacrifices. For example, Michael Mann's method will make the movie more thrilling and suspenseful and closer to the nature of a commercial movie; but Lance's method will make the movie's independent temperament stronger. If you want to gain results in box office, the overall rhythm control of the movie must be accelerated. The rhythm of the main line and the performance rhythm cannot be slowed down, otherwise it will be a disaster.

It is difficult to shoot "kill with a knife", and it is extremely difficult to complete the shooting in the form of Reims.

After patting Hayden's shoulder, Lance explained, "Let Albert wake everyone up, cheer them up, and start shooting in five minutes." After that, Lance sat aside and quietly began to read the script.

After coming out of Vincent's performance, Lance must re-enter Max's world. Max's performance cannot be just a simple expressionist. The reason why Lance wrote the biography of Max and Vincent is because these two characters carry the core of the script story, so he must understand the role of Max and drive the performance of the expressionist in a method way.

Five minutes passed in a flash, and after returning to the shooting, Tom's performance was obviously a little struggling - struggling in the right direction. After three consecutive mistakes, Tom finally got into the state.

"What did he do to you?" Max kept shaking his head, the incredible between his eyebrows could not be dissipated, and the struggle filled with pain made him fall into chaos.

"What?" Vincent didn't understand Max's meaning and frowned slightly.

Max was angry by Vincent's reaction - he had just killed someone but was nothing. He was so cold-blooded that it made Max's anger vent, "What did he do to you!" word by word, almost every word was accented, as if venting his dissatisfaction to Vincent.

"No, I'm seeing him for the first time tonight." Vincent shook his chin gently, and his drooping eyes flashed with invisible mockery and jokes, as if he had heard the funnyest joke this year. He slowly leaned towards the back of the chair and looked down at the information in his hand, as if he didn't plan to continue to entangle with Max.

But Max's emotions were out of control, "You first saw him, and then you killed him?" The incredible surprise was unconcealed, like an elephant sitting in a taxi, but Vincent didn't see it. Max raised his head, looked at the rearview mirror, and tried to find a touch from Vincent's reaction - even if it was just a faint trace.

Vincent didn't look up at all, his slightly drooping head was hidden in the shadows, as if all his expressions were swallowed up. In the light of the light, the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth gently outlined, "What? Can I only kill those people I know?"

"No." Max's brain was stuck directly, and he could only answer with conditioned reflex. His brows became even more entangled. Then he saw Vincent raise his head, raise his eyebrows gently, and said in surprise, "Max, there are six billion people on earth. If a fat man dies, you will be in chaos?" It seemed like he was joking about Max.

Max only felt his stomach rolling, his brain was completely knotted, he wanted to ignore the current situation, but his eyes couldn't help but turn his eyes into the rearview mirror, then moved away again, and repeated this and then, he had no way to concentrate now. The road in front of him had blurred, but what was even more terrifying was that he still didn't calm down and drove, as if the whole world had been turned upside down, "Then..." Max didn't know what he wanted to ask, "Who is he?"

"What do you do?" Vincent narrowed his eyes slightly, and the narrowed pupils released a dangerous signal, like a poisonous snake locking its prey. His muscles tensed up and fell into a moment of stillness, as if even the air had frozen. But the next second, the poisonous snake suddenly attacked and attacked accurately. The whole person bounced out, staring at Max tightly. The man-eating light flowed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and the hoarse and deep voice sounded, "Have you heard of Rwanda?"

The stimulation of life hanging on the thread made Max's anger burn, "Yes! I know Rwanda!" He did not hesitate and directly hit him back in a head-on manner. However, his breathing did not adjust for a moment, and his stomach began to boil, but he gritted his teeth and suppressed all emotions, but gradually lost his bloody cheeks, but leaked his bad condition at this moment.

Vincent raised his eyebrows gently and retreated expressionlessly, and his whole body fell into half-bright dark light and shadow again. "There are millions of deaths there every day before sunset. Since Nagasaki and Hiroshima, there have not been so many deaths. Have you ever cared about those deaths?" The calm words had a tremendous blood and coldness, which made Max unable to resist them at all, so he could only subconsciously say "What?"

But Vincent didn't plan to let him go, and said aggressively, "Have you participated in the Oxfam of Amnesty International? Save the whale? Save the forest?" The tight rhythm forced Max to the corner and his breathing stopped completely. Vincent finally ended the debate with a "no" question and answer, and then leaned heavily on the back of the chair. Only one-third of his face was exposed to the light beam in the center, and the mockery in his eyes was faintly visible, "If I kill a fat boy, will you be furious?"

"Man, I don't know any Rwandans!" Max blinked desperately with his dry eyes, his brows were completely tied together, and he couldn't even breathe. He just felt that he was about to explode, relying on his ability to refute.

But this sentence did not arouse any reaction from Vincent. He just sarcastically issued a monosynical sound, "You don't know the person in the back car." But such a brief rebuttal made Max completely exhausted. He could only say "Oh my God", and then he didn't know what to say. He looked around depressedly, and his hot breath was about to melt him.

Even without looking up, Vincent could smell the anxiety and pain in Max, as if the whole car began to get restless, his jaw muscles were completely tense, his impatient mood reached the extreme, turning into helplessness, "Okay, if this makes you feel better, that person is a criminal. He has something to do with a criminal group."

But without expecting this sentence, the trigger in Max's mind, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the rearview mirror and began to attack without hesitation, "Then what are you doing? Eliminate the harm for the people?"

Vincent had become accustomed to Max's anger, but just thought for a moment and said casually, "Yes, you can say that." His eyes remained on the information in his hand and had not moved away.

Max's entangled eyebrows could not hide all the anger. He raised his chin high and looked at Vincent's shadow in the rearview mirror proudly and contemptuously, "So, this means I can kill you, right?" But the plain words revealed the determination to break the death.

"Card!"
Chapter completed!