201: Chapter 201 Uncle Da's Acting Skills

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Uncle Da was still in the same look, but besides the towel draped over his shoulder, he had found other props for himself.

In front of him was a flatbed handcart, with a giant feather duster stuck to it; that wasn't enough, he stuck another one behind his waist.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, humming a tune as he smoked.

At this moment, he was pushing the handcart, walking with a swagger that showed no regard for anyone.

Looking up, he saw the policewoman across the street writing a ticket for a car, so he rushed over immediately.

"Big sister, big sister, I'm here. Heh, thank goodness you haven't written the ticket yet, it's okay now, right?"

The policewoman was a bit impatient, but she let him off, pointing a finger at him: "Come earlier next time!"

Uncle Da took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it away, while gently slapping himself a few times, his face full of fawning: "I'll come earlier next time, every day earlier, tomorrow earlier, the day after earlier, every day I'll come earlier..."

His hands didn't stop moving, and he watched the policewoman leave.

However, as soon as the policewoman walked away, when her back was turned, the expression on his face changed, and his tone changed too: "Bah! I'm not even afraid of gang leaders, why would I be afraid of you!"

"Good, cut! Uncle Da, you're awesome."

Director Mu Sheng's voice rang out.

Another take passed.

Lin Chuyan stared intently at Uncle Da, really wanting to ask him to do it again.

Because he discovered that in this short segment, Uncle Da had hidden too many details.

Or rather, hidden too many small actions.

But it was these inconspicuous little actions that made this character look fleshed out, without relying on inner thoughts or plot, just by being observed by the naked eye.

These little actions made the character very "lifelike."

If one could only use two words to describe these little actions, Lin Chuyan felt they were "fluid."

He even felt that he had never seen such a fluid performance.

This fluidity made Uncle Da look effortless, as if he were truly that lowly little person in the film who washed and parked cars for others.

After all, only by being immersed in this kind of life for years could every action be so natural, right?

You would subconsciously believe it.

Lin Chuyan stood motionless, carefully recalling every move Uncle Da had just made, then carefully pondered it.

Starting from when Uncle Da first appeared in the frame walking.

He hummed a song while dangling a cigarette, he pushed the cart while switching hands.

His singing was a bit comical, but the whole time he was frowning and squinting—perhaps from the cigarette smoke, or perhaps because he was in a bad mood.

Then he looked up and saw the policewoman writing a ticket, and his expression underwent its first major change.

He rushed over, right in front of the policewoman.

The expression on his face changed from a frown to a fawning smile, saying his Lines, then spreading his hands, lowering them, raising his left hand to take the cigarette, throwing it away when he lowered it, while immediately raising his right hand to slap himself, then raising his left hand again to slap himself when he lowered it, slapping himself several times in an alternating manner, with his Lines continuing, one line matching one slap, as if he were keeping time, and the Lines even started to sound pleasant...

Throughout the whole process, his body also had small, fawning-like twitches.

And so, at this moment.

Body, Lines, gestures, expressions... formed a strange sense of rhythm.

It even looked a bit like some kind of Dance.

He was finding joy in suffering.

It was as if he repeated this action every day. It was as if he experienced this scene every day. If he didn't learn to find joy in suffering, he wouldn't be able to dissolve this kind of life.

Awesome.

How did Uncle Da do it?

Lin Chuyan immediately went over to ask for advice.

Uncle Da waved his hand: "Ah, this? You'll naturally learn it after Acting enough! You've acted in too few movies, Nickname, if you act in more, you can do it too. Don't worry about this, you're still young, what are you afraid of, your Acting is already very good."

Uncle Da was afraid he wouldn't believe him, so he asked: "Let me ask you, how many characters have you played so far?"

Lin Chuyan counted on his fingers: "hunting blue star, seven days of pursuit, drama, the hovering blade, the long season... um, 5."

Uncle Da nodded: "Guess how many I've done?"

Lin Chuyan tried to guess as high as possible: "... 50?"

"I haven't counted exactly, but probably over 200."

"..."

Uncle Da laughed there: "You don't think about how old you are compared to me, and besides, at my peak, I could shoot three movies at the same time. I'd finish shooting in the morning and someone would immediately come to pick me up to shoot another film, and after finishing in the afternoon, someone else would come to pick me up to shoot the night scenes for another one."

Lin Chuyan didn't know what to say other than that it was awesome.

Uncle Da patted his shoulder: "Take it slow, don't rush. The fact that you can ponder things out already makes you much better than other kids!"

Lin Chuyan nodded; Uncle Da's path was indeed different from his.

Heavenly.

He suddenly thought of his senior brother Zhang Wentang; when his senior brother acted, he also had many details, but those were things he deliberately "added on," and in the end, he could also achieve a level of naturalness.

Although the audience thought it was awesome, it really wasn't the same path as Uncle Da.

Director Mu Sheng called for someone to announce the next scene.

This scene was exactly the one where Wah Dee and Uncle Da meet for the first time.

Since they had decided to change the scene, Lin Chuyan didn't hesitate; everything would go according to what he had discussed with Uncle Da.

As soon as the director called action, he grabbed a dirty, wet rag and threw it right at Uncle Da's face.

Uncle Da, who had just been making threats at the policewoman's back, was stunned by the hit, and as he turned back, his Lines didn't stop: "Which brother, which brother?"

Although it was a line not in the script, it was still a line that fit the character perfectly.

The next second, seeing it was Wah Dee, he quickly went over to talk to him.

Lin Chuyan picked up a red bucket, continued pouring it on Uncle Da, and incidentally poured some on himself too.

Uncle Da shouted "Don't pour it, don't pour it," then pulled him aside with a very serious expression, a side of him that had never been seen since he appeared: "The police and the gangs are looking for you everywhere! That case with Laba has already spread! Laba has already been caught by the police! Now Laba's brothers are all looking for you! Hurry up and go hide somewhere!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and Laba's men had already rushed over with steel pipes. Caught in a pincer movement, Lin Chuyan was hit in the stomach by a steel pipe, pushed out, and the chase scene began.

The route for the chase had been run a few times in advance, so the few of them could be said to be familiar with the road, and soon Lin Chuyan was forced into a small alley.

Then he was kicked in the back of the head, fell to the ground in pain, and covered his head with both hands.

No counter-kill, only getting beaten.

It is worth mentioning that the steel pipes were real, and the punches and kicks were also real.

Yes, they weren't fake props.

However, the director was very professional; those steel pipes smashed from behind were used with real force, but they all hit the bamboo scaffolding behind him. The angle the camera found was very tricky, so it was impossible to tell there was a problem.

The extras were also very professional; the few kicks they landed on him didn't use too much force. After a storm of actions, it was certainly impossible to say it was comfortable, but it wasn't very painful either.

In the next shot, the police arrived immediately and chased away the gang members.

Then, replacing the gang members, they gave Wah Dee a punch without saying a word.

"Damn it, don't think you're not a gangster! Take him away!"

"Cut, one more take. Lin Chuyan, have a more painful expression when you get beaten. I know it doesn't hurt, but the expression needs to be right, otherwise I'll have them hit you for real."

"...Got it, Director, the next take will definitely be on point."

Honestly, Lin Chuyan was actually a bit worried that they might do it for real here...

"Oh right, the water pouring part, you guys changed it very well, it's very interesting."

"I thought you would yell cut."

Director Mu Sheng's tone was very natural: "Changing the script... that kind of thing is very normal... I'll change it myself later, just get used to it, you need to adapt."

"..."

It was almost 9 o'clock after finishing these takes, and Lin Chuyan walked out of the alley.

Then he was startled.

Good heavens, there weren't many people just a moment ago, but now on the other side of the street, the onlookers were already crowding the railings, all watching them film, and many were taking photos with their phones.

"Director, there are too many passersby, is it okay to shoot like this?"

"It doesn't matter, that's not the point, Nickname."

"What is the point?"

"The point is that this street is only blocked for one day! We must finish all the scenes for this part today! Let's go, hurry, hurry to the next take!"

"Director, I have a feeling we'll be able to wrap up in less than a month."

"I think so too..." Director Mu Sheng patted his shoulder: "We are really too awesome."