I really can't act

Chapter 3 Video
The 8000-word appreciation essay of "Migrant Workers" probably has the following perspectives.

The original film, the remake, and the actual filming of the students in the same class.

There is also a combination of twos, threes, and threes, and the score depends on the subject matter from front to back and from low to high.

Central Opera is a key institution for related majors in China, and it also cares about grades. Not everyone can become a movie star and shine. Forward.

The ability to make a living in the acting department is very weak, and some of them are supported by their families. As long as they can find a job, they have surpassed their classmates by a lot.

Therefore, some academic masters will rack their brains to lick Fang Yi's performance scene in a fancy way, just to get a high score in the course, but Fang Yi is different, he can lick himself, for example, write a thesis titled "About the Movie "Migrant Workers" Appreciation and Analysis of the Performing Arts of ", subtitle--Comparison with the young actor Fang Yi.

Author: Fang Yi.

Opening overview: This article does not need to refer to any performance literature.

Now the only thing he needs is to review his own performance video again. He needs to increase the stickiness with the recorder, empower his own performance, and open up a new track on thesis.

There is such a person in the acting department. The position of recording and broadcasting is Fang Yi's nonsense. Big dramas also require daily rehearsals and replays to discuss performance flaws. Therefore, any live performances are often recorded by cameras. Ten or twenty years later, these shots may be worthless except for the person, but they may also become precious to a superstar when he was young. record.

Ren Changhong also asked him to find the video after he got down and figure it out a lot.This is actually giving him a hint of direction.

For filming, this person's name should be written on the list paper on the outside wall of the classroom.It's just that no one cares.

He finally remembered himself, the textbook he had just lent to someone.

This lesson was full of handwriting, and it was written on the manuscript paper, which surprised Fang Yi a little. He turned outside the door to find the original name of the film:

Song Yi.

He remembered, those legs just now.That pair of legs that didn't give him a video directly at that time, but left in a hurry.

[This woman has a bad memory. 】

And her slightly blessed earlobes.

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Get the previous performance record from Song Yi.

The beginning of the video shakes a lot, and it doesn't point at Fang Yi himself, and records the scene of the chaos in the classroom first.

It was like, and supposed to be, some kind of group vlog, until the guy on stage started talking.

"Ladder, give me the ladder, I have to go down!"

This is followed by a 3-minute non-physical performance.

The camera is clearly focused on this face.

The performer's body is not exaggerated but emotionally contagious, full of layering, from restlessness, nervousness, to anger, his tone of voice, the intensity of his voice, the actual strength of his movements, are constantly changing with the plot, and even his accent , both in form and spirit compared with the original film.

It was like a living migrant worker "Guishun" standing in front of the camera, so everyone in the classroom was shocked.

——The Great God is actually by my side.

"No, this is your film."

Playing the film, Song Yi raised his head and said to Fang Yi.

She held the memory card in her palm like candy.

"What about you?" Fang Yi asked.

He spread his palms to pick it up.

"I have a backup on my phone, don't delay things..." Song Yi turned on his phone. "By the way, someone else asked me for a copy. It should be to write a paper... But I don't know your opinion, so I didn't agree. Then, your idea is..."

"Give it."

"Oh."

Maybe she thought this question was inexplicable, so she chose to fiddle with the phone to relieve the embarrassment.

Fang Yi blinked, waiting for the follow-up.

She hesitated to speak, and finally the CD was full, but she still couldn't help it, "You also want to write a live shot, so the score will be higher." Before Fang Yi could answer, Song Yi said to himself, " Everyone wants it, and if everyone writes about the same subject matter, you may not get the highest score."

"—Even if you are the one who acted in this scene."

The place Song Yixuan had was not well lit, Fang Yi couldn't see her expression clearly.I can only answer, "So, so what?"

Song was taken aback by what he said. He intended to pick up something, but he yelled blankly.

"what!"

She was soon deeply ashamed by herself, and turned off the faint light of the phone.After the emotions passed, he turned on the phone again and said abruptly:
"I have received a documentary here, about the snow disaster in the south. It is not long. It is expected to be released on the official media platform, and it may become a star. Now I need to find a boy."

What Shangxing said was broadcast on TV.

It may not necessarily be a movie or TV series that can become a star.Public service advertisements, documentaries, reenactments of scenes from the French Popularization Channel, emotional guests in some variety shows, etc., also need to find someone to act.

Because most of the famous artists look down on them, their pay is also low, and sometimes they can't even appear in the credits at the end of the credits, and they can't take this job;

This is naturally an extremely attractive opportunity, but why is it his turn.

Song Yi was looking at his expression, and said clearly, "Because this film doesn't show your face."

"Then who will show his face?"

"The client, he is going to be interviewed."

That's right, Fang Yi suddenly realized - it's a stuntman.

He is not very interested in such a film. You say it is an opportunity, but it does not show the face of new actors; you say it is not an opportunity, my friend, you are here.

Yes, it's all coming, and that's a great, timeless reason.

It's hard for an amateur male college student to find a job in the industry.

Fang Yi's index finger and thumb rubbed habitually, as if he was weighing the money that didn't exist.And in the process of weighing, his fingerprints seemed to simulate the unevenness of the great man's collar.

This has to go.

"Are you sure? Song...Yun classmate." Fang stuttered a little, and was quickly recalling relevant information about this person in his mind, trying to get some evidence with a strong background and unique vision.

"I'm sure, it's the resource introduced by senior brother. He opened his own studio and received orders from Yangma's subordinate unit; because he doesn't show his face and the money is low, it's actually not easy to find actors..." Song Yiyou said quietly.

In this slightly nasal excuse, there is a sense of loneliness that is also a fallen person in the end of the world.

Amateur female college students are even more difficult to mix.Because the flowering period is too short, she has not become famous in the past two years, so she can only play the role of a new amateur girl, Dasheng and her mother.

There are also those who try to pass the examination for editing and teaching, stay in the art industry, and save the country with curves.

Otherwise, why make an appointment at the library?
"Then when the filming starts, let's solve this while we are all free—I guess this kind of film will be finished in one weekend."

Fang Yi packed up his things and prepared to leave.

"It could be a weekend, half an afternoon...the train station that the venue is scheduled for will be surrounded by a small area, and it can't be too long...not to mention, the face is not leaked, can we still retake it? "

Song Yi started to set up the flag.Her voice seemed to come from the pile of books.

Fang Yi followed suit, found a few related books at random, and decided to copy some clichés to fool him - he saw that the other party was playing his video for the second time.

"What do you think of this performance?" Fang Yi asked Song Yi.

"Of course I'm not as good as it is."

"for example?"

"In any way." Song Yi said calmly, "Actually, I found you to be my partner to act in a documentary because of this. You are different from others. Your acting is so real, it's just...it's real."

In order to characterize his words, Song nodded heavily. "Brother asked me to find someone who can act. As soon as I heard you speak, at that moment, I could only think of you."

Point your finger on the play button, and the recording will start replaying again.

How many times did it play?

Song Yi half-supported his head, just to cover up his blessed earlobes that might have turned red. "Then, student Fang... goodbye."

"Okay, bye."

Sound lasts longer than people.

When Fang Yi walked away, Song student buried his head in distress:
"Fang Dashen is really helpful..."

Immediately, he remembered something, studied the cracks in the floor even more distressed, and scratched it twice, "He actually doesn't care about senior brother..."

She stood up straight with the book in her arms, and saw her long legs, which were unobstructed.

At first, he was quite complacent, and then gradually frowned.

There are no hills and valleys in my chest, I can fly a plane if I am flat, no wonder Student Fang doesn't like it.

(End of this chapter)