"Lights, brighten up the scene.”
"Don't bother with your previous tricks. I don't need to pursue realism.”
"I need the brightness to be as bright as it is during the day.”
"Got it?"
Yang Zhu looked at the lighting technician who was arrogant and said,
Are you the director or am I the director?
How dare you use the name of "experience" to refute me?
Don't you know that this great director doesn't fall for this the most?
………………
"The first scene of the XX dinner, the first scene, Action!”
Following the sound of the board, the camera was aimed at a red supper tent set up in front of them.
The male lead played by Sun Jian was frying something on the stove in a skillful manner.
He stopped the fire, lifted the wok, and brought out a plate of golden Egg-Fried Rice…
“CUT！”
After Yang Zhu shouted for them to stop, he walked to Sun Jian's side.""Heh, you're quite skilled at cooking. Have you practiced before?”
When Sun Jian heard the director's praise, he grinned."I went to the New South for culinary studies before.”
"Do you know who the character you're playing is?" Official Yang sneered.”
"I know. Isn't it written all over? He's the little boss of a supper stall with mild mental disability.”
"Then why are you so skilled?"
"Do you even know what mild mental disability is?”
"I sent you to the handicapped academy for half a month. Did you carefully observe your classmates?”
"Are their movements as agile as yours? Their eyes are as sly as yours!？”
Sun Jian was scolded for a long time before he finally understood something. His face turned ashen as he said,
"Okay, Director, I understand. Please give me a chance. I'll try another one!"
Official Yang snorted and turned around,
"Attention all departments, one more!”
………………
Sun Jian exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. He recalled the words and actions of his " classmates " in the academy.
Ten seconds later, he made an OK gesture.
“ACTION！”
Fatty kept stir-frying in the pot in a slightly stupid and uncoordinated posture.
He was a little flustered as he sprinkled the salt into the pot.
Then, he used a kitchen knife to pick up the chopped green onions from the chopping board and put them into the rice...
After a while, Fatty clumsily put the Egg Fried Rice on a plate.
She wiped her hands on her apron, then shakily brought the plate of Egg-Fried Rice to the extras.
When he raised his head, his slightly scattered pupils on his fat and dull face dimmed. Her eyes unconsciously looked up with a hint of evasion and inferiority.
"Guest…Guest, your Egg…Fried Rice.”
Everyone's eyes lit up. This Sun Jian was really something. He was like a mildly retarded person…
“CUT！”
Yang Zhu waved at Sun Jian expressionlessly.
Looking at this slightly smug fatty, he mercilessly attacked,
"Compared to the first one, it's a little better.”
Fatty's mouth started to crack again.
"But…"
Fatty's expression changed. There was usually nothing good after the word " but."
"You haven't understood the character setting of the main character at all. The details are a mess!”
"Let me ask you, have you seen the keywords I marked in your script?”
"Yes, I saw it. Inferiority complex, kindness, purity, seriousness, and clarity.”Sun Jian answered honestly and recited every word.
"Hmph, hmph, you actually still remember. That's rare.”
The Great Official Yang sarcastically "affirmed" for a moment, and then immediately began to spit out like a storm,
"Since you remembered the keyword 'serious', why didn't you show more concentration when you were stir-frying?”
"Are your eyes just decorations? He did not know how to stare at the pot and make a serious observation gesture!？”
"Also, why didn't you design two actions that would increase the concentration of your breath and calm your mind when you sprinkled the salt?？”
"This character is only slightly retarded, not brainless. If you sprinkle salt like that, who will come back to eat it? Do you really think the audience is stupid?"
After Sun Jian heard this, he suddenly understood and felt a little wronged.
Why did you have to scold me?
She obediently replied with an "oh" and planned to go back and get another one.
"Wait a moment."
"Sun Jian, go out and run for five minutes before coming back. Remember to run with all your strength!”
Looking at everyone's puzzled gazes, Yang Zhu said indifferently,
"I think that in the scene where the salt is sprinkled, the protagonist's forehead should be slightly sweaty to show his seriousness!”
………………
Twenty-five minutes later, the seventh dish was ready.
The fatty in the camera was first seen using various slightly stupid and uncoordinated postures as he kept stir-frying in the pot.
However, he was very careful when he was stir-frying, as if he was afraid that a grain of rice would spill out.
Then, a pair of fat hands picked up a spoonful of salt awkwardly and shook it carefully.
The camera panned up, and a dull, fat face with a pair of dull eyes was staring at the salt spoon nervously and seriously.
It was as if he was cooking a precious delicacy.
Once, twice, thrice…
Fatty's sweaty face revealed a satisfied smile, as if he had completed something extraordinary.
He exhaled lightly and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
He added chopped green onions and stir-fried them.
She clumsily scooped the egg rice onto the plate.
He tried his best to wrap the Egg-Fried Rice into a ball, but his slightly trembling fat hands failed repeatedly.
Frustrated, the fat man shakily brought the plate of "incomplete" Egg-Fried Rice to the customer, his slightly dull eyes evading and feeling inferior.
The customer waved Fatty away and continued to chat with each other about topics of interest.
Fatty, who was standing behind the stove, kept turning his head to stare at the plate of Egg Fried Rice.
He found that the customer didn't even glance at the plate of Egg-Fried Rice.
His eyes, which were already slightly lifeless, became a little more chaotic.
Fatty lowered his head sadly.
The camera zoomed out.
Under the intense light, this figure seemed so lonely and lost…
"Hiss…"
The surrounding staff members, including Fatty himself, were all stunned by this scene…
Although it had not been simplified, this short scene of less than 20 seconds vividly showed a fatty who had given his all but received no attention.
That kind of struggle and humbleness;
The bitterness of not being able to get a glance after giving her all.
The loneliness that was accentuated by the strong light…
Even an old man like Sun Jian, who had no artistic sense, felt a lump in his throat after seeing this…
And the other meanings behind this set of images…
The two assistant directors looked at each other and didn't dare to continue thinking…
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