The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1395 Exhausted
Quiet, peaceful, all is still.

There was no sound from the entire crew; even their breathing and heartbeats temporarily stopped. It was not so much that they were nervous, but rather that they were completely focused and not distracted.

When you reach the extreme of concentration, all external interferences will disappear, and you will be completely immersed in the work at hand, forgetting everything else.

then.

"Card!"

Mangold's voice was like thunder, taking root and exploding. The entire theater could feel the air waves spreading out in the form of ripples.

The crew still did not lift the spell, they just breathed again, the tense state eased a little, but they still did not get out of the atmosphere of the movie——

Who knows, maybe this shot is still not good enough and they need to shoot it again, so they can’t let themselves get out of this state easily.

"Perfect. Call it a day!"

Wow!
Mangold's words, like the true love's kiss from Prince Charming on Sleeping Beauty's forehead, finally broke the spell and the air began to flow freely.

The next second, raise your arms and shout!

Wow!
The sound broke through the throat, and couldn't wait to be vented; after the emotions broke out, they could no longer be controlled, and they continued to rise in a mighty manner.

Ah, ahhhh, ahhhh!
They vented, released and burned to their heart's content unrestrainedly and heartily, clapping, cheering, roaring, and some even ran wildly.

Note that this is not the final scene, it is just today's scene, the scene where Johnny Cash goes crazy and completely out of control on the stage.

But, finally!
The shooting lasted from morning to night for six hours, and the scene was finally finished.

All the hardships, frustrations, torture and suffering in between finally came to an end at this moment.

No one could control themselves. All the emotions that had been suppressed and controlled over and over again were released, and one or two of them seemed to have lost their minds.

On the side, Mangold wanted to say: This is not the end of the filming, it's just a scene; have a good rest tonight, the crew will continue filming tomorrow, there is no need to party as if everything is over.

The words came to my lips, but I swallowed them in the end.

Mangold knew very well how difficult and torturous today's scene was. It all started with himself. It was precisely because Anson's performance was so outstanding that Mangold developed ambition and desire. He wanted to shoot better and create a perfect scene and a perfect picture.

So, over and over again.

From lighting to photography to props and finally to styling, from the front stage to behind the scenes, every team in the crew was severely tortured by Mangold.

Mangold himself is no exception.

Completely hollowed out.

After a whole day of busy and stressful work, my mind is blank and I don’t even have the strength to stretch out a finger.

So, the crew is ready to party, so let’s have a good party.

If you think about it carefully, today's scene can indeed be regarded as a crucial turning point since the filming of the movie began. When they poured all their energy into their work and completed a 120-point job, a brief celebration and catharsis was indeed necessary, even if it was only to better devote themselves to work later.

then.

Mangold stood up, ready to join the carnival, but found his knees weak and his whole body limp. Only then did he realize that he had given his all and had consumed it all without realizing it. He was two beats late before realizing that his body was shaking continuously.

A burning feeling.

This taste actually feels not bad.

Meanwhile, Anson, exhausted and overdrawn, was actually getting more energetic. The joy and excitement after the catharsis kept his blood boiling, and the adrenaline kept him in a state of excitement. If he continued filming, there would be absolutely no problem. With that look and that posture, even if Muhammad Ali appeared in front of him, Anson would step forward with his fists clenched like a butterfly to challenge him.

Nora's worried expression turned into a helpless smile as she stood in front of Anson. She looked at Charles helplessly, "You're still worried that others don't know he's your son. This attitude is exactly the same."

Charles smiled faintly, "I should say that I inherited your excellent qualities."

Lucas looked Anson up and down. He looked refreshed and in high spirits. Although he was tired, the bright light in his eyes made him look particularly energetic.

Anson was abnormally excited.

This made Lucas frown slightly, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Anson simply laughed, "No, I'm not sure."

Lucas:…

Anson laughed out loud, "Haha, Luca, you should really see your expression."

Lucas, "All the mirrors in the waiting room were cleared by someone's order, so you can't see them."

Anson laughed out loud.

Then, Anson could see Nora and Charles with worried faces. Neither of them concealed their expressions and looked at Anson deeply.

This made Anson take a deep breath, restrain his expression, and meet his gaze solemnly, "I'm fine, really."

“That’s what an actor does.”

"I have always been relaxed in my acting, without any burden or pressure, so I naturally cannot feel the power of acting. When I become one with the character, I truly enter the character's world, the parallel universe, and start a new life in a different way."

“That’s the beauty of acting.”

Anson was serious.

Tired? The answer is yes.

One hundred percent, truly tired, a tiredness rooted deep in the soul, completely different from aerobic exercise. Although the body did not undergo strenuous exercise, the double fatigue of physical and mental levels hollowed out the entire body. Now Anson finally understood what it meant to use up all his strength.

At this moment, the whole body has a burning feeling. There are flames burning in the chest, fingertips, brain, blood vessels, and every corner. They run wildly as if being wrapped in a ball of flame. However, I don't feel any pain or discomfort. I just release and vent everything, using up all my energy.

Not only that, but there is also some trance, as if the visual and auditory perceptions are wrapped in a layer of bubbles, as if being in the universe. At certain moments, it is still difficult to accurately distinguish the difference between the movie and reality, and it takes a while for me to completely get out of the role.

However, the relief that comes after complete catharsis and complete burning is also real; the sense of fullness that fills the limbs and chest with heartfelt happiness and joy is also real.

Even the trance and dislocation of being half asleep and half awake is equally charming, with a kind of tipsy comfort and lightness.

This has never been experienced in any previous work.

"It's very interesting. It really is."

Anson's smile was fully blossoming. Even if he just stood there quietly, one could feel his words and emotions dancing.

Looking at Anson standing before them with a vivid and cheerful expression, Nora and Charles did not know how to respond for a moment.

Finally, Charles shook his head in annoyance, "Anson, it's bad. You have finally become the Hollywood lunatic that your uncle Darren mentioned. What should I do?"

(End of this chapter)