The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2072 Breathing Space
Sighs mixed with complaints rose and fell, and the freefall of disappointment made the crew members unable to suppress their true feelings any longer.

The scene was awkward at one point.

Martin couldn't believe his eyes. Was he being collectively ridiculed by the entire crew? Was that booing?

As a director, Martin lacked a concrete concept of imagery, but he knew that the director was the highest authority on set and no one should challenge his authority.

But what should he do?
In that brief moment of hesitation, Anson's voice came from beside him, "Director, do you mean our entire performance is scrapped?"

Martin: ? ? ?
Anson himself just said that we didn't need to care about their performance, so why is he now?

Martin, in his haste, raised his voice and hurriedly explained, "No, of course not, it's just a few additional shots. Your previous take was flawless, practically perfect, absolutely outstanding. That's why we can't waste your work; we need to add a few more shots."

"I wanted to show the relationship between the two characters, Ken through Ray's eyes and Ray through Ken's eyes. This is the core of our whole movie."

Anson raised his chin and drawled, "Oh... I see."

He wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead. "Phew, I thought it was another NG (no good)."

Martin was taken aback. Something was wrong. They had just discussed these points, so why was Anson—

hoo hoo hoo!
Before Martin could continue thinking, cheers, whistles, and applause erupted again, interrupting his words. He looked around in astonishment, then saw that the crew members' mood had brightened, smiles had returned, and they were all cheering and raising their arms, creating a lively atmosphere.

Anson patted Martin on the back without saying much, and led the chant, "Martin! Martin! Martin!"

Brendan, who was standing next to him, also joined in, making a rare appearance. He clenched his fist in his shirt pocket and swayed it slightly, seemingly humming and chanting "Martin's" name. He looked around with a broad smile, uniting with the entire crew in this way.

Martin stared in disbelief at the scene before him. If he still didn't understand what was going on, then he had lived in vain at his age.

Having spent nearly a decade in London's West End, his fiery temper remained unchanged; he seemed unable to master the art of small talk, polite formalities, and insincere pleasantries.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have acted so impulsively as to rush to the BBC television station to intercept Anson.

We still need to thank Anson for everything.

Anson not only helped control the situation and clear up the misunderstanding, but Martin also did not miss Anson's way of solving the problem. Instead of stepping forward himself, Martin guided Anson to give Martin the right to explain, thus ensuring Martin's authority as the director on set and preventing interference.

This once again demonstrates their ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

In fact, Anson is the producer, and it would have been perfectly reasonable for him to step forward and take control of the situation. Martin would have been grateful as well. However, given the choice, Anson chose to step back and take a back seat, which truly demonstrated his maturity as a producer.

Martin believes he needs to learn from Anson.

Originally, Anson was just an ordinary actor, but now Martin realizes that he can learn a lot from Anson, both in terms of his professional work and in terms of real life.

When Martin looked at Anson again, his gaze subtly changed.

In retrospect, Anson was indeed a benefactor in his career. Perhaps he should buy Edgar a small gift; without Edgar's persistent pursuit, none of this would have happened. A smile crept onto Martin's lips, and he raised his hands to join the revelry, indulging in a little party.

The crew needed such breathing space. Thirty-six takes were incredibly damaging. Even though the crew members weren't novices, they were more aware of the threat a rookie director posed to the crew after going through so much. If the takes continued, they might really break down.

So when Martin said that they had to reshoot, more than half of the crew members couldn't control their emotions.

Fortunately, Anson turned the tide and rekindled hope—

Finally! This shoot has finally met the requirements. The repeated torment has finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel. Although we still need to shoot shots from different angles, this means that the filming of "No Vacation" has finally taken its first step. Finally, a set of shots has been completed.

Worth celebrating!

Then, passersby along the Bruges canal might see a group of people inside the Rose Garden family hotel, cheering wildly like lunatics, performing a kind of shamanistic ritual in the middle of the day.

Indeed, to ordinary people, Hollywood is a gathering place for a bunch of lunatics.

But what's truly amazing is that the residents of Bruges seemed to have long been accustomed to it, stopping briefly to glance at it before leaving without a ripple.

Thirty minutes later, an unbelievable cheer suddenly erupted from the direction of the Rose Garden. People sang and danced wildly, and the heatwave continued to surge. Even without seeing it, the nearby residents knew that the Hollywood film crew had gone completely mad again.

And so, the crew of "In Bruges" settled down in the small Belgian town of Bruges and devoted themselves to filming.

Bruges was bustling with activity in the first few days.

Despite its long history and beautiful scenery, this small town has never been in the spotlight. Many film crews from Belgium, the Netherlands, France, and Germany have come here to shoot, but no noteworthy film has ever left its mark, so it remains a hidden gem. Now that it has come into the view of Hollywood, the curiosity of the town's residents has been stirred up.

However, the excitement only lasted a few days before the residents of the small town returned to their daily lives.

They assumed that a superstar like Anson Wood might have an aura that set him apart from ordinary people like them, but in reality, there were none of the legendary luxury cars or grand gestures; everything seemed perfectly normal.

Occasionally, Anson can be seen jogging along the canal accompanied by two security guards; occasionally, he can be seen resting in front of a corner coffee shop; and sometimes, he can be seen picking out fruit in a supermarket.

Gradually, the townspeople began to get used to Anson's presence, and then, unable to contain their excitement and joy, they shared their experiences with their family and friends.

The simple stories of "Me and Ansen" spread widely on the forum, but as they were passed around, they changed their meaning and eventually evolved into a brand new "Dream Girl Literature". This development was unexpected.

When the news reached Hollywood, the film company executives were collectively dumbfounded.

Something's not right, is it?

Jeff Robinoff was deep in thought when the man before him said decisively, "It has to be Anson, no one but Anson, Jeff. The entire project is built around Anson, and everything is based on Anson playing the lead role."

"We need Anson."

(End of this chapter)