From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Haha, hahaha—

Heath laughed heartily, almost crowing with delight.

Anson's humor perfectly aligned with his own style, and his radiant smile simply wouldn't fade.

However.

After the laughter subsided, Heath didn't forget a key point.

"So, is this your character arc?"

Although they had been discussing the film's themes, for an actor, the theme is often conveyed through the protagonist.

That is, the character's growth arc carries the responsibility of showcasing the film's themes, and the actor's performance becomes a vital component of the film's integrity.

Heath hadn't forgotten this, and he steered the conversation back to the actor's primary role.

Anson was about to speak—

"Sorry."

A voice came from the bedroom doorway, interrupting Anson's response and drawing everyone's attention in the room.

It was Eric.

More precisely, it was Mackie and Eric.

The two directors entered the room one after the other, seemingly having finally calmed down, their attention returning to the filming.

Wait—

Perhaps, there was one exception: Heath.

Despite the two directors entering the room, Heath completely disregarded them, staring intently at Anson, waiting for him to answer his question.

That focused and burning gaze seemed as if it would scorch a hole in Anson's skin.

If Anson didn't answer, he wouldn't care about any directors; he would chase him to the ends of the earth and wait for Anson to speak.

And he wasn't joking.

Anson was politely looking towards Eric, waiting for the director to speak, but he was startled by Heath's burning gaze.

A jolt.

A kind of instinctive conditioned reflex, as if he had been targeted by a leopard.

He subconsciously looked over and saw Heath's unwavering eyes filled with fervor.

His heart skipped a beat, and he blinked involuntarily, realizing a beat later what Heath's gaze actually meant.

He chuckled speechlessly.

Helpless as he was, he also found it somewhat amusing.

Anson pursed his lips, looked at Heath, and disarmed him with just one sentence.

"Let's discover it together."

He said.

Of course, Anson could answer Heath now, dissecting his understanding of the character and the relationship between the character arc and the film's themes.

But such words are often simple and pale, lacking visual impact.

Instead of doing that, it was better to remain patient, follow Anson into the subsequent filming, observe, experience, feel, and discover.

Heath could even enter Tommy's world as a character and engage in a scene collision with Anson.

Clearly, that would be much more interesting.

Heath deeply agreed.

So, Anson only used one sentence to quiet Heath down, and he finally turned his head to look at the two directors.

Then.

The corners of Heath's mouth twitched slightly as he struggled to suppress his laughter.

Eric looked particularly comical, with both nostrils plugged with tissues, causing him to breathe with his mouth open like a goldfish.

The tip of his nose and cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes still held traces of shyness and panic that hadn't completely dissipated, as if one could see the remnants of surging emotions.

He was a little pitiful and a little funny.

"Cough!"

"Sorry, I caused a delay in filming because of me, it's entirely my fault; but fortunately, the commotion just now didn't affect our filming.

Let's congratulate Anson and Rachel on their excellent work."

Undoubtedly, Eric was sincere, but the heavy nasal tone caused his head voice to be pronounced, and his words were completely slurred, making it impossible to be serious.

In fact, Anson was the same.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

He had to remind himself to focus on his work to avoid cracking up.

"Director, you weren't planning to shoot this scene in one take, were you?"

Eric was stunned, his face full of confusion.

It was obvious that he didn't understand what Anson meant.

He tried to speak, but he began to pant heavily—

Like an ox.

That expression was really very funny.

Fortunately, Mackie regained his focus here and quickly said.

"No, no, no, of course not."

"A long take in one shot... too flashy."

In fact, what Mackie wanted to say was that the technical difficulty was too high and the control difficulty was too high.

They couldn't control it, and using long takes casually might expose their weaknesses.

They weren't going to take risks, and they would still film in their familiar way.

There was no need to humiliate themselves by exposing their shortcomings.

But the words were already on the tip of his tongue, and Mackie didn't forget that he was now a director, and naturally had a director's authority and professional image to maintain.

He slammed on the brakes in an emergency and controlled himself.

Mackie turned around.

"We'll switch camera positions and shoot several shots from different angles to complete the supplement."

"What's wrong?"

Anson and Rachel exchanged a glance, their attention pulled back.

But Anson wasn't going to interfere with Mackie and Eric's directing work.

Indeed, the two directors lacked experience, and they might shoot films in a television style.

They might also miss the performance details of Anson and others.

If the director couldn't capture the actor's performance, then even if the actor worked hard and put in effort, it would be in vain and wouldn't scratch the itch at all.

However, Anson firmly remembered two things.

The first thing was that since they had chosen them as directors, they should trust them.

The second thing was that no one wanted others to show off their skills in their professional field.

Therefore, Anson was willing to give the two directors a chance first, and then slowly adjust and find the right way to work together in the process of cooperation—

After all, Anson hadn't forgotten that he wasn't a professional director himself.

The filming method he insisted on might be a bonus for the actors; but it was not necessarily the case for the film.

Cooperation still required mutual understanding, rather than simply imposing one's own ideas on others.

Thus.

Anson didn't express his thoughts grandly, but instead gave a slight guidance.

"Rachel and I were just discussing which parts of this scene need close-ups and which parts need to show accurate emotions in the lens, but we need to listen to the director's instructions and see what the next scene's camera position is."

At the same time, he put on a humble attitude, soliciting the director's opinion.

At this time, it was obvious that Mackie paused for a moment—

He now remembered that in the first scene just now, there were indeed more things hidden in the eye contact and emotional context of the two actors, and they needed to record and show them with the lens.

Raising his head, Mackie saw Anson and Rachel patiently waiting for the answer, and the thoughts in his mind naturally unfolded.

"I have some ideas, but why don't we try to see together."

"The chemistry you just showed was excellent and very interesting.

I like it, why don't you try to interact freely with the lens and see what the lens can capture and what you can collide with."

"How about it?"

If that's the case, then that would be great—

The actor trusts the director, and the director also trusts the actor.

Finding chemistry in free play is undoubtedly a win-win situation.