On the monitor screen, the handsome face was enlarged to the extreme, showing every detail in a close-up way. The cheeks were covered with fine sweat, and the terrified anxiety was twisting between the eyebrows. The emotions of twitching were like a devil trying to break out of the cocoon. The bloody mouth was opened ferociously. The rapid breathing was like a steam train running at a high speed, making a scorching shout, and accompanied by dirty smoke in the eyes. But at this moment, a "slam" sound came over, and in an instant, all struggles stopped. Every wrinkle, every drop of sweat, every pore, and every breath solidified. It seemed that even the emotion was frozen into ice. The trembling deep into the soul emitted a deadly breath of fear, and even the sound of blood flowing completely disappeared.

Suddenly, the corners of my eyes twitched slightly, and the breath I held was spitting out for a long time, as if I had spit out the last breath of turbid air in my body. Then I saw the tense expression on my face as if the snow mountain melted, and the muscles began to break one after another, just like the steel and concrete of the tall buildings were demolished one by one, and the whole person began to fall apart. The rich gray surging in the eyes, and the chaotic despair quickly swallowed the color of my eyes. The clear blue color retreated like a tide, and the focus and focal length began to become blurred. Almost just a breathing moment, the whole world was decayed.

There was not even a single tear, but the dry eyes clearly felt the disappearance of vitality, as if they had witnessed the dissipation of a soul with their own eyes.

Magnificent and shocking.

Michael opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't react at all. His world was hit hard, just like Mars hitting the earth, feeling the vastness and spectacle of the sky and the earth. For the first time, he truly felt what the soul-entry acting was. The performance power that made the soul begin to tremble easily defeated all his defenses and completely entered Jeff's world - as if he saw Jeff's world broken and destroyed once, and in his breath, it destroyed a personality, a soul, and a life's ease, which made all languages ​​lose their color, and even his brain was completely stunned. Michael didn't even know whether he should sympathize with Jeff or applaud, but was shocked by the collapse of a world.

Emma bit her lower lip, but found that her lips were so numb that she didn't react. She had to bite hard again until the pain slowly dizzed, and then gradually came to her senses. She finally saw the power of the performance, and she finally felt the energy contained in her eyes. Even without any lines, even without any movement, even without soundtrack, light and other auxiliary factors, just a pair of eyes, the ebb and flow of emotions, and the magnificent waves were spread out like this, simple but complicated, and restrained but powerful. Except for the intently staring, any reaction is a blasphemy to the performance just now.

Jeff slowly lowered his head, as if the last diǎn was pulled away, his eyes drooped weakly, and there were more and more "slam, slam" sounds in his ears, and then it stopped. Jeff knew that Haley had discovered the existence of the safe, and things were irreversible.

After the extreme despair, the madness in his eyes began to accumulate, slowly, slowly, he raised his head again, and the courage and determination in despair emitted a faint cold light between the interweaving light and shadow. The rabbit was anxious and biting people. When a person was forced to the edge of the cliff, what he would do, even if he himself didn't know, could not control it. The deep eyes gathered in matte, becoming deeper and darker, and in a trance, it seemed that the azure blue had completely disappeared, leaving only a dark, black hole-like black, reflecting Hailey who reappeared in sight.

"Card!" Hayden's voice suddenly sounded, and then the first reaction of everyone in the crew was to shivering. In the last scene, Jeff's madness in despair was too horrible. For the first time since the filming started, the darkness and spiritual distortion in Jeff's heart were fully displayed. The delicate but profound eyes were like a heavy blow, hitting the audience's soul directly, arousing tremors, trembling one after another, and goosebumps all emerged in an instant.

Albert felt his scalp numb and couldn't help but start scratching his head. The fear made his whole stomach twist, and he had to go in the other direction with convulsions. He didn't dare to watch it up close anymore, muttering, "Crazy, what a madman."

Alan stood at the door a little at a loss. She looked at Lance, who was resting with her eyes closed, and she stopped talking several times, and her expression seemed a little restless. "Allen, are you okay?" Not far away, Hayden's voice came over. Alan turned his head and saw Emma and Michael standing aside. Both of them looked very similar. They frowned slightly and fell into deep thought, as if they were savoring the scene just now.

Alan couldn't help but bit the tip of his tongue and chew on the performance just now, "Alan, push me behind the monitor." Lance's voice came over, interrupting Alan's thoughts. She raised her head in a little frightened, looking at Lance, who had a touch of fatigue between her eyebrows, but there was still a hint of excitement in her azure blue eyes. The two emotions seemed very conflicting, but Alan knew this situation very well, and her mood was a little similar at this moment.

Allen hurriedly walked over and pushed Lance's chair to the back of the monitor.

"Start the playback." Lance did not ask Hayden for his opinion, but spoke directly and replayed the scene just now.

As the person involved, Lance had a deeper feeling about the scene just now. He only felt that all the performances were completed in one go, and it seemed that there was no need to control or control; there was no need to be crafted or crafted. Every emotion was so natural, and it jumped out like a wild horse. At some moments, his brain would even appear briefly blank, forgetting that he was filming and forgetting his true identity.

The pain of the soul roaring and shouting is so clear, so grand, so magnificent, just like dancing on the lotus fire in hell, and every corner of the body is suffering, but the colorful movement is so majestic, as if burning vitality and performing.

On the one hand, Lance doesn't like such performances because it goes against his usual habits. The panic of losing control is not beautiful. Now the replay is the same. The performance seems a little overdue, and the details are a bit rough. The tension is coming to the face, but it is a bit overwhelming. But on the other hand, Lance is immersed in such performances, because this performance process is a brand new experience, as if opening the door to a new world, and that completely different feeling also brings a new performance.

Lance conceived a little in his mind and decided to perform again. This time, he used the method of performance to control it to see how the effect it was presented.

At the same time, Lance whispered to exchange opinions with Hayden. This scene requires more close-ups to show the details of emotions. He hopes to take close-ups of multiple parts of the body, such as feet, fingers, and Adam's apple, and then through sharp editing, it shows Jeff's urgency to seize the straw of life and struggle hard. At the same time, he can also mix and cut with the fragments of Hailey rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the house to further create this sense of urgency. In this way, when Hailey discovers the safe, all the edits come to an abrupt end. Instead, he focuses on Jeff's eyes with close-up images, with extremely moving to extremely quiet contrast, and uses this sharp contrast to convey the despair of life's hope to be extinguished suddenly, and the power of the performance is magnified to the extreme.

"The last shot, aimed at the pupils, presenting Haley's reflection, magnifying one by one." Hayden heard Lance's explanation, slightly diǎndiǎndiǎn, and then began to conceive the picture composition. "Lance." Alan saw that Lance was finally free, and quickly called out, "I did not perform well in the scene just now." Alan said bluntly, "Can I do it again?"

Allen originally thought that her performance was very good, but after truly appreciating Lance's performance in full, she clearly realized that her performance not only lacks levels, but also lacks strength. In contrast to Lance's performance, it is completely different from the same level. This will lead to an imbalance in the entire plot structure.

Before entering the crew, Allen was full of confidence. She thought she could definitely shine. But only before she really stood on the camera could she feel how strict Lance’s requirements for performance were. Even Tom Cruise was tortured and complained. At this time, she deeply felt what an outstanding actor Lance was, and her performance aura made her feel indescribable pressure.

However, not only was Alan not discouraged, but became more and more excited. This is why she likes Lance's works, isn't it? This is also her biggest gain in joining the "Fruit Hard Candy" crew, isn't it?

Without any hesitation, Lance directly gave approval, "Okay."

"I need five minutes." Allen said without showing off her power. She knew that she was still not sure about the mentality of the character of Hayley. In this scene, Hayley was turning the situation around from a prey to a hunter, but this transformation had not been completed. Hayley and Jeff were in a confrontation. It was not until Hayley opened the safe that she truly completed the position change. Therefore, at this stage, the confrontation between Hayley and Jeff should be on an equal footing, and the confrontation between the two made the audience full of doubts.

Looking at the last look of Lance just now, the real darkness fully demonstrated Jeff's spiritual distortion, which gave the audience a hint and laid the foundation for Hailey's discovery of love/childhood/fetish evidence next.

But Allen did not show the absolute control of this hunter, which would lead to a complete imbalance in the next plot. So Allen thought that her understanding was still not thorough enough, or that her thinking was not profound enough. She needed time to sort out her thoughts.

"You have fifteen minutes." Lance said.(.)

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Chapter completed!