Chapter 170: Self-cultivation of an associate director

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The first day of construction was not smooth, and the expected progress was only half completed.
More than eight o'clock in the evening, it was dark and You Xiaogang announced to leave work. Xu Fei took someone to seal the equipment and props, and locked the door. Cao Ying was still sitting in the back seat, holding the dog in his arms.
Poor Hulu Bai had tossed for a day, and it was his turn to play.
"Teacher Xu!"
After two or three scattered, Ge You rode up from behind to catch up, "Send Xiaoying home?"
"Well, are you okay at night?"
"I'm fine."
"That's right, I will talk later."
"Eh."
It is Geyou's heart.
So the three men and one dog went to the alley in the south of Caishikou. Cao Ying waved his hand into the courtyard.
I didn't find a restaurant or anything, just nearby, just preparing to sit down, Xu Fei suddenly looked around, "No, it's unlucky here, just walk over there."
The two of them went south again, and in a short time they saw a green field, and many elderly people were walking.
This was a Guandi Temple in the Ming Dynasty. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was renovated and greened, and a Wanshou Xigong Park was built. In 1995, it was renamed Wanshou Park.
Randomly found a bench, the gourd was bored for a day, chasing butterflies on the grass.
"It's been a day now, how do you feel?"
"Feel, hi ..."
Ge You rubbed the back of her head, "You all saw it, and I was a bit panicked."
"Then what do you think?"
"I still don't have a good understanding of the theory, I don't study the theory deeply, the characters are flat, and there is a lack of soul. And you will tell us about the drama ... Hey, the people behind me are not very good, but I really don't understand it."
"You speak one set at a time, why not use it in the play?" Xu Fei laughed.
"This is the state of my life, isn't it good in the play?"
"Why is it bad?"
He asked back, "What do you think the performance is? Don't go deep, in a word."
"In a word, uh, just like the acting characters?"
"Who does it look like?"
"Like characters, oh, I mean the actors are like the characters in the script."
"Theoretically correct, but performance is a very complicated thing. Of course, this is my personal understanding. Let's talk about it."
Xu Fei organized the language and continued: "First of all, I think the performance is very subjective, and the audience feels your performance, this feeling is also subjective.
From the perspective of performance theory, there is no set of absolute authority and universal rules. For example, the Stanni performance system, we study it not because it is correct, but because we relatively agree with this theory.
There are others, like the Grotowski performance system, can you say it is incorrect? That's correct, but it didn't come to China, and not many people knew about it.
So above the baseline, there is no set standard for performance. Below the baseline, we can formulate some hard criteria.
For example, the lines should be clear and fluctuate; the emotions should be adapted to the plot, not abrupt and so on ...
This is a passing score, and it is barely a actor if it is achieved. "
"..."
Ge You listened intently, not even realizing that the mosquito flew to his arm for a full meal.
"Then how do you improve when you exceed the baseline? This is a subjective thing. No one is qualified to say it, you just do what I said, definitely right.
So I also suggest that I think there are three kinds of performances: technology, emotion, and self. "
Xu Fei sneered, hum! Do you think I have to say that seeing mountains is mountains, and seeing water is water? naive!
"The first two are classifications that are very popular in the West now. Expressionism, experienceism, and methodism are too cumbersome to talk about. I want to buy a book and read it myself.
How do you understand the last one?
There is a jargon in the storytelling, how much affection and how big the book is. Here it is, how much experience and how much role.
When your life experience reaches a certain level, and then you get a character, you will unconsciously disassemble it, reconstruct it, and turn it into something of your own.
What is the play? A play is just about everything.
And this type of actor, often standing in a higher place to see, has exceeded the character and story preset by the screenwriter. This type of actor is also the most encounterable and unattainable! "
"Hey, a little, a little deep."
Ge You, like Zhao Wendao, flashed with excitement in his eyes, he slowed down for a long time, "I have little experience, you specifically give the staff, how should I fight in the end?
"Oh, I watched this day for a day, and I feel that your basic understanding is wrong."
"No, right?"
Ge You wondered, "Bai struggle is not just a little ruffian, trembling, literary youth ..."
"Then? Can you do it? You are not up to the standard, your emotions are not full, and the analysis of the characters that can't be performed is all a piece of waste paper."
Xu Fei smiled, "I suggest you a way, don't always think of acting in Bai Bai, you think of yourself as Bai struggle. For example, at the beginning of the paragraph, don't think about what Bai Baidu will say, you just think what you will say? "
"Then, is that still called performance?"
"It's back to what I started talking about. The role is objective and the performance is subjective. I didn't go beyond the character category. I treat myself as a white struggle. I think this time, I should talk like this ... why can't it be called performance? ? "
"Ouch, oh ..."
Ge You scratched her ears, excited and restless, and vaguely understood the meaning, but it was like a layer of window paper.
"Also, you are too nervous during the day and not relaxed enough."
"But I feel quite relaxed."
"No, come, you lie down now."
Xu Fei pointed to the ground, Ge You said nothing, face up, lying straight on the concrete floor.
"Hard?"
"hard."
"How do you feel?"
"There is something underneath."
"Try to sink your body, muscles, muscles all over."
"Can't sink, it's still hard."
"Okay, get up."
Xu Fe dragged him up and smiled, "Remember this feeling, is your bed soft?"
"Also, it's okay."
"Let's go home and lie down. When you feel that there is nothing to bear and sink your muscles, you are completely relaxed."
"Wang Wang!"
"Wang Wang!"
At this moment, the gourd suddenly got out of the bushes, and ran to the side desperately, followed by wow, wow, and chased out the two.
They wore uniforms, did not know what system, and shouted: "What's the matter?"
"what's up?"
"Public security inspection, take out the documents and let me see!"
Xu Fei took out his work permit, and the other party glanced at it, then looked closer, "Yo, sorry, sorry. What are you doing here at night?
"There is a drama research study, do you still work so late?"
"Hey, this is very busy, either hitting a dog or hitting a blind stream. After a while, I have to go to Taoranting to see it. The place over there is big, and it's a blind stream all night."
"What's the catch?"
"Send merit to Delin, OK, we have to pass."
The two are gone.
Xu Fei asked: "What's the feeling? Is there a sense of superiority?"
"Uh……"
"No need to hide, I want your truest feelings."
"Yes, it's a bit." Ge You admitted embarrassedly.
"After that superiority?"
"Someone feels pitiful ..."
Looking at the back of the two of them, he added: "These people are also fierce enough, anyway, it's not a taste."
"Remember, the babysitter will work." Xu Fei sighed and patted him on the shoulder.
"..."
Ge You was stunned and nodded sharply, "Eh, eh!"
…………
The two chatted late into the night, and did not go home until midnight.
Shortly after Ge You got married, his wife was mediocre, and she was an elementary school teacher who taught art. After he filmed the film, his wife became a personal assistant. He paid tribute to him for more than 30 years and didn't need any children.
"Returned so late, have you eaten yet?"
"I will eat again later, I will eat later."
As soon as Ge You entered the house, she took off her shoes and ran to the bedroom, lying on the bed.
"What are you doing?"
His wife wondered, and did not see him undress, so she lay down like that, and did not speak.
The bed was newly bought for marriage, big and soft, he faced up, his limbs were apart, his eyes closed, and he took a deep breath in silence.
When one is working hard, the back can obviously feel the support.
He slowly relaxed his mind and body, only to feel himself sinking a little bit. The support gradually disappeared, as if all the muscles in the body were trapped.
"Oh……"
Ge You opened her eyes and realized the sense of relaxation that she had never felt. "It turned out to be the case."
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