From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Pfft.

Unable to hold back, Reese chuckled softly, "It's just a little experience.

Spending more time on set naturally leads to developing some personal tricks."

"Looks like I've been rolling around in Hollywood longer than you have."

Anson unwrapped an energy bar, "Don't worry, I won't make any associations with age."

The teasing made Reese's smile even brighter, but as she quietly watched Anson, her smile faltered, this was the real Anson in front of her.

The familiar appearance as always.

Reese scrutinized Anson, who noticed and turned to look at her, "What? You only have one, and you're sharing this energy bar with me?"

"Ha."

Reese chuckled, "So, this is you, right?"

Anson was puzzled and looked at Reese.

Reese, "Before filming, you deliberately pretended not to understand my worries, entering the performance state from that moment, blurring the boundaries of the film, right?"

Now that she had calmed down and thought about it, from the moment they met, Anson wasn't the kind of aloof and indifferent person.

Even during their first encounter when she secretly followed Anson, trying to probe his background, Anson left a deep impression on her, unlike today.

From reality entering the film, from actor entering the role, Reese finally realized that the intertextuality between film and reality, in the film, Johnny ultimately failed to understand the situation faced by June Carter and her struggles, and his reckless and impulsive actions ultimately led the two to completely part ways—

—This relationship hadn't even had a chance to sprout before it was nipped in the bud.

Precisely because of Anson's attitude and actions before filming, Reese seamlessly entered the role, the empathetic emotions allowing her to present the character's layers and complexity, a mix of truth and falsehood, completely intertwined, the entire performance flowing smoothly and coherently.

Reese is an experienced and seasoned actress, and she could sense the change in the atmosphere of today's filming.

The entire shoot was not only smooth but also immersive, the boundaries between reality and film becoming increasingly blurred, and in certain moments, she felt like she was June Carter, those lines evolving into a part of her own thoughts, the performance and dialogue flowing out naturally, everything becoming different.

Not just her, the audience on set was no exception.

At this moment, looking at Anson, who was so immersed that he was exhausted, Reese knew that the answer had emerged.

Anson blinked, revealing a smile, "Reese, thank you for the compliment, thank you for being willing to attribute the credit to me, but I'm just preparing for my role."

"You know, I don't come from a professional acting background, and no one believes that I can complete complex and nuanced performances, including the director who doesn't have confidence, he only chose me because he wanted an actor who also had singing ability, so I have to work harder, hoping not to hold things back."

"Now it seems, I've successfully completed my work."

"Oh yeah!"

Anson even clenched his fist in celebration.

A smile crept onto Reese's lips, and she deliberately exhaled a long breath, "That puts my mind at ease.

Phew… Originally, I was still worried about my behavior, feeling uneasy before filming because of your attitude, I think I should apologize for my reckless speculation about your actions."

"But now it seems, since it's a misunderstanding, then there's no need.

Turns out, you're just a terrible guy."

Anson lightly shrugged, "In a sense, we must accept an unavoidable reality, the world that everyone sees is exclusive to them."

"Gender.

Age.

Culture.

Family.

Environment.

Personality."

"And so on, so the world that each of us sees always carries its own label, and it's impossible for us to be a hundred percent compatible with each other, the only thing we can do is to constantly communicate during the interaction process and broaden our understanding of the world."

"So, Johnny can't fully understand June Carter, just like I can't fully understand you."

"You don't need to apologize for your secret speculation."

Frank, sincere.

Reese was slightly stunned, and when she looked at Anson again at this moment, a little admiration couldn't help but show in her eyes—

—This kind of wisdom is really too rare in Hollywood.

"But."

Anson paused, "Thank you for being willing to share with me."

Reese watched Anson's upturned lips, and her own lips couldn't help but turn up as well.

This time, Reese didn't continue to apologize, but looked directly into Anson's eyes, "Your performance just now was wonderful, it's my honor to be able to act with you."

A short sentence, but it swelled in Anson's chest, the smile on his lips completely blooming, "Thank you."

After a pause, he added, "Although I'm not very used to it now, thank you anyway."

Reese laughed directly, "Believe me, there will be more and more compliments like this in the future."

The conversation couldn't continue, because Noah came back, with an energy bar and a glass of warm milk.

Anson looked at the glass of warm milk, and couldn't help but be stunned: Generally speaking, shouldn't it be coffee or tea?

Where did the milk come from?

Then, Anson saw Lucas's figure behind the monitor, his face serious, like a black-clad Lucifer, quietly appearing on the set.

Anson didn't say much, obediently drank all the milk, and ate another energy bar, the cold and stiff limbs felt the flow of blood again, gradually warming up.

Without continuing to rest, Anson stood up, maintained his state, continued his emotions, and continued filming the next scene—

A violent scene.

After being rejected by June Carter, Johnny still couldn't understand the reason, returned to his own waiting room, and tore it apart.

Compared with the previous delicate and layered scenes, such a simple and crude performance was even more difficult, because Anson had to maintain an angry state, deeply feel the expansion and explosion of the Hulk mutating in his body, and finally vent all his anger on the equipment in the waiting room.

The focus is not on "venting", but on "performing".

The difference between filming and daily life is that actors must coordinate their movements with the camera.

If it were daily life, smashing a guitar would just be smashing a guitar, nothing could be simpler; but in front of the camera, how can smashing a guitar be captured by the camera, how can smashing a guitar conform to the rhythm and rhyme of post-editing, and how can smashing a guitar show the power of emotion in the language of the camera?

Everything has its intricacies, angles, strength, posture, expressions, and so on.

In fact, taking running as an example is the most intuitive.

In real life, sprinting is sprinting, just run as hard as you can; but in the movies, in order to take care of facial expressions and running posture, actors can't maintain their top speed, but need to focus on control, ensuring that the state presented on the camera is in line with the character and aesthetics.

Action scenes are the same.

After the filming of "Spider-Man", Anson already had a good understanding of these action scenes, and filming them was not difficult, but he still needed to control himself.

Filming action scenes in a hangover state, the physical exertion was indeed very obvious, smashing and smashing, until the end, Anson was so exhausted that he could hardly tear down the sink in the waiting room, his face flushed, panting and panting, and he was particularly embarrassed.