From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"I was worried you'd be nervous, but now it seems I was just being presumptuous."

Tom Hanks, with a toothpick in his mouth, wore a faint smile on his traditionally American face. He wasn't winking or gesturing wildly, but had returned to his usual demeanor, the familiar figure everyone knew.

Anson was slightly taken aback.

He chuckled.

"I'd heard that Mr. Hanks likes to play pranks in private, that he's nothing like Forrest Gump. I was trying to imagine Tom Hanks as a mischievous kid, and now I finally understand why people say you shouldn't believe everything you see in Hollywood."

Tom couldn't help but smile at the first part, nodding slightly with satisfaction. Those who knew Tom well knew that this serious actor really loved pranks in private, a huge departure from the image people had of him.

But the second part?

Tom choked on his own saliva. "Shouldn't the conclusion go in a different direction? That U-turn was drifting level. Aren't you worried about losing control?"

Anson looked completely calm.

Tom chuckled helplessly. "Alright, I brought it on myself."

He sighed softly.

"I just wanted to say, there's no need to be nervous. Just be yourself."

"Steven chose you for this role because he believed you were the best fit. You did an excellent job in New York, and it's the same now. There's no need to change, just keep being yourself."

"But clearly, I'm making myself sound like a conceited narcissist."

Just like in New York, even when Tom wasn't on set, he still provided some small assistance with the acting and filming. Now in Los Angeles, it's the same; Tom is doing his best to make the filming run smoothly.

Normally, Anson would have joked along with Tom's words and admitted his nervousness. But now that he was in character, it was different; Little Frank wouldn't respond that way.

Anson raised his chin slightly. "Like every actor."

Tom opened his mouth, tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then smiled. "Right, the essence of an actor."

After thinking for a moment, his laughter bloomed again. "Haha, so are you ready?"

Anson took a long breath. "Can I have some time to prepare?"

Tom, "Of course."

Anson gestured towards the back. "I need to go to the restroom to throw up first."

After speaking, Anson turned and walked towards the trailer, preparing to change into his costume.

One second, two seconds—

Thunderous laughter erupted.

Tom turned to look at the side. "Did that kid just tease me? Haha."

Clearly, Little Frank needed that kind of aura, that kind of courage.

Anson had already grasped some of the key points.

When Steven arrived on set, the preparation work was all completed. Steven exchanged a few pleasantries with Tom, and then prepared to start filming.

Seeing Steven about to head to the monitor, Tom was somewhat surprised. "Steven, aren't you going to say a few words to Anson?"

Steven, "Say what?"

Tom was stunned, looking at Steven's matter-of-fact expression, and chuckled helplessly. "Never mind, never mind."

Actually, Steven understood everything. "Tom, I told you, once filming starts, I won't interfere. I completely trust the actors' abilities. You personally vouched for Anson, and now it's your time to face your own choice. So, I'm not worried, not worried at all."

After speaking, Steven turned and left unhurriedly, leaving Tom standing there with a bewildered expression. After a while, he finally reacted, "Hey, director? You're sure this is your movie, right?"

He was complaining that Steven was acting as a hands-off manager.

Steven completely ignored Tom, walking towards the monitor without stopping, his steps light, revealing a faint expectation despite not saying anything.

This scene was about FBI agent Carl arriving at a motel with two other agents. They had received a tip that a check with abnormalities had appeared there, and it was very likely Little Frank Abagnale.

Generally speaking, white-collar cases like bank fraud don't require fieldwork; everything is done in the office. So Carl requested support, but the higher-ups didn't take it seriously, casually sending two people to assist, which made Carl very dissatisfied.

After arriving on the scene, Carl had the other two guard the escape exits, and he went to the second floor alone to arrest the criminal suspect.

What was about to be filmed was Carl and Little Frank's first confrontation.

Then, based on the presented framework, they would purposefully fill in close-ups, close shots, and other different camera position shots to create as much immersion as possible and make the atmosphere complete.

Steven was still Steven, controlling the overall situation like a craftsman.

After experiencing the collaboration of directors Garry Marshall and Sam Raimi, and then referring to Steven's working mode, it was indeed completely different.

Gradually, everything was ready. Switching from New York to Los Angeles, after a brief adjustment, the crew, from top to bottom, showed a professional attitude, meticulously entering filming. The burden still fell on the actors—

Would Tom and Anson be able to spark some chemistry?

Thinking back, Anson's performance in New York really brought a lot of surprises. Whether it was his collaboration with veteran actors Christopher and Natalie, or the explosiveness shown in the filming of the final highlight, it was indeed eye-catching, far exceeding expectations, and the expectations could not help but rise steadily.

So, what about this time?

"Cut!"

This was the fourth NG, and the filming progress was slightly frustrated.

It wasn't that it was bad, but mainly the details—

Anson and Tom still needed to find a tacit understanding; the two were not on the right track. And the previous NG was even more laughable.

The photographer needed to handhold the camera, but the emphasis here was not on the realism of a documentary, but on emphasizing the sense of movement of the camera closely following the two characters. This put strict demands on the photographer, who not only needed to ensure the stability of the camera, but also needed to ensure that the filming route was 100% accurate.

No deviation was allowed.

The photographer was equipped with an assistant, who grabbed the photographer's waist with both hands, controlling the photographer's movement and positioning, fully matching the filming track.

The mistake happened here. The photographer's movement route slightly deviated from the track, so that the camera and Anson faced each other—

Anson looked directly at the camera, unintentionally.

Thus.

"Cut."

The NG came.

The whole room was slightly stunned, and then collectively burst into laughter, both upstairs and downstairs. Even the extras couldn't help but laugh one by one.

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