The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2069 Regret
Hahaha--

In an instant, laughter erupted, completely exploding.

They looked at each other, unable to believe their eyes. They looked at each other without saying a word. But a single glance ignited their energy, and they laughed even more wildly.

Hahaha!Hahaha!
Laughing until your stomach hurts, laughing until your cheeks are stiff, laughing until tears come out, exchanging glances enhances the effect, it's completely uncontrollable.

Loud laughter filled the entire venue.

Martin felt completely drained, dazed and confused, as if he had just been pulled out of the water. His mind was blank, and he still didn't understand what had happened.

Martin just stared at Brendan and Anson ahead, the buzzing in his ears continuing to reverberate, completely oblivious to the sea of ​​laughter erupting around him.

call!
Anson let out a long breath and rubbed his tense, stiff shoulders. The last moment was entirely improvised and went beyond the scope of the script.

However, Anson still couldn't be sure, and couldn't feel at ease. He was caught between a performance and a genuine reaction, and he couldn't quite grasp the feeling.

When filming "The Hangover," Anson truly relaxed and improvised, entering a world of carefree revelry with a group of friends, simply enjoying the entire filming process. But this time is slightly different; on one hand, he needs to let loose, and on the other hand, he needs to maintain complete control.

Without a doubt, it was a completely new experience.

He thought he was very relaxed and his demeanor was also exceptionally relaxed, but why were all his muscles tense and aching?

Looking up at Bradan, Anson gave him a questioning look, "How is it?"

Brendan finally sat up straight, looking as if he had exhausted all his strength. He slumped against the back of the chair, shook his head, and said, "I'm not sure either."

After a pause, Brendan looked at Anson and gave a wry smile. "After more than thirty takes, I can't tell anymore."

Anson turned and looked around. "Judging from the reactions, it should be a good thing, right?"

Laughter, applause, backflips, a lively and festive atmosphere filled the air, with even continuous whistles, and every face beaming with joy.

Anson's lips curled into a smile, but when he looked at Brendan again, Brendan looked up at the sky and sighed softly, "Ah..."

Before Anson could ask, Martin walked over with a worried expression. "Guys, is everything alright?"

Anson looked at Martin and said, "Shouldn't we be asking you that? Hey, you're the director."

Martin spread his hands, his face full of helplessness.

Anson's eyes widened. "Then what should we do?"

Martin shook his head. "To be honest, I have some ideas, but I'm not sure." He took a deep breath. "Maybe we should take a look at how it goes?"

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Brendan rubbed his face vigorously. “Martin, are you sure? I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Brendan lowered his hands and looked at the two people in front of him. "To be honest, I'm not sure if I just had the best or the worst performance of my career."

Looking back now, Brendan couldn't help but shudder—

He's not a handsome guy; even by average standards, he's below average. Whether in real life or in acting, he always prefers relatively serious and proper roles. Once he steps out of that framework, he makes a complete fool of himself and becomes a clown.

This has been true from childhood to adulthood. Even after becoming an actor in his thirties, overcoming psychological barriers to appear before the public, and showcasing different facets of himself through performance, Brendan still believes that every actor and every individual has their own unique style, and not everyone is Robert De Niro.

However, just now...

Brendan felt a pang of annoyance; he was afraid of that version of himself. "Hey, buddy," Anson called out from across the room.

Brendan looked over; this was the first time he hadn't addressed him as "Mr. Gleason," maintaining a distance and being polite throughout, until now, when things were slightly different.

Anson: "Whether it's good or bad, we'll find out soon enough. We all need to confront our own nightmares, right?"

Just as he did with Jack.

Brendan paused for a moment, "Dude, looks like you've got a story to tell."

Anson shrugged slightly. "Fortunately, I've kept it well hidden. It seems I'm a pretty good actor, maybe even better than I thought."

"Hahaha." Brendan burst out laughing, patted the armrest of his chair, and stood up. "You're right. Let's face our own devils."

Brendan patted Martin's arm, and together with Anson, the three of them walked towards the monitor.

Laughter and applause still filled the air, and it was clear that the entire crew was completely immersed in the atmosphere they had just experienced; it was indeed a rare treat.

However, after seeing the three people's actions, the laughter subsided and died down, and as they looked at each other, unease crept back into their hearts.

Oh right, they just had over thirty takes, thirty-six or thirty-seven?

It's obvious that the crew wasn't in the right state of mind, so was this take the same? Actually, the quality was just so-so. It's just that they've been through so much hardship and suffering for so long that they're amazed by any slight improvement. Their standards for judgment have long been confused. This scene wasn't as good as they thought.

A moment of hesitation emerged, but it quickly spread, and a persistent gloom hung over us, just like the sky over Bruges outside.

The laughter vanished completely, leaving behind a sense of unease and doubt. Before I even realized it, my nerves tightened again, and I even felt a little irritable.

What if the quality of this scene is still poor? What if there are problems with the lighting, cinematography, or sound recording?
What if they get caught up in NG hell again?
The rose garden fell silent once more, but anxiety and panic were spreading.

But Martin and his team had no time to control the situation; their attention was entirely focused on the monitor screen, and they also needed to confirm it with their own eyes.

For this scene, Martin used three cameras, a setup that was nothing new: one for close-ups of Anson and one for close-ups of Brendan, and a medium shot of both Anson and Brendan. These are the most basic viewing positions for the live audience on a theatrical stage.

If you want to see a unique perspective, such as the relationship between two characters or the relationship between characters and space, this is impossible; but for the basic information transmission, all the elements are present and nothing is omitted.

Now, the three of them first confirmed the mid-range scene, examining the relationship between the two characters from a holistic perspective.

After watching it once, none of the three spoke, appearing slightly hesitant.

They watched close-up shots of each person, but still no one spoke.

The scene, which lasted less than three minutes, felt like a long, continuous take, making it even more challenging than filming "Children of Men."

The atmosphere on set grew increasingly tense, almost stagnant.

Martin looked at Brendan, and Brendan looked at Anson.

Anson began, "Let's replay the medium shot of the two people again. There are some details I need to confirm."

Martin, at this point, couldn't care less about maintaining control of the director's position, since Anson was also a producer, and he nodded haphazardly in agreement.

(End of this chapter)