novelraw Chapter 141
Chapter 141
"Heath, come here and do me a favor." Ernest called Heath's name, "You read this line."
——Well, besides doing chores, what he likes most is that he can play other roles at any time, such as now.
Heath took over the impromptu script flyer written by Ernest, and after a few glances, he began to brew emotions, "Iris, you never know how much I love you, even though I know I'm worthless in your eyes. carry."
He paused and looked at Ernest.
Ernest motioned for him to continue, saying only, "Iris."
Heath understood, cleared his throat and looked at the flyer of the script, "Love? We are just playing a game that you and I know well. If using romantic realism to express it can make you feel a little ridiculously comforting, then I respect."
Ernest raised his hand to stop him, frowning.
Heath hesitated to speak.
Ernest, acutely aware of this, asked, "What do you think, Heath?"
"I think that Iris's last line is missing something." Heath thought for a while, but couldn't think of it for a while, "I think my tone is not accurate."
At this time, Josie finished her makeup and came to wait for the scene. As soon as she came, she saw the two heads of Ernest and Heath put together, and the distress carved out of almost the same mold was very similar to the first time she had opened "" A Brief History of Time's emoji.
"What's wrong?" Josie asked.
"Here, new flyer." Ernest handed over the script flyer.
Josie took it over and took a look, tried to figure out the tone and silently recited the part that belonged to her, and then changed her words habitually: "You mean, love? Oh, dear—you know, we are doing a you I know the game well, if the romantic realism can give you some comfort, then fine. I can cooperate with you."
Her tone was a bit of a frivolous smile, she glanced at the lines and then raised her eyes, her two drooping thick eyelashes rose slowly with the movement, there was a hint of cunning hidden in her eyes, like a bird jumping from someone's arms The open cat is licking its pure black fur.
This obviously made Ernest loosen the frown between his brows, and even Heath couldn't help staring at her, his eyes sparkling.
"Wow—" Heath laughed, the corners of his lips curling up. "I mean, I love this 'honey.' It makes me feel like Iris' mocking, sweet and cruel."
"Wow, you can really talk, Boy." Josie still used the slow and sweet tone when she read the lines, and winked at Heath, "It's a pity that our dear Mr. Director doesn't have such a good voice." A precious talent, otherwise how delightful it would be to shoot!"
Unexpectedly, there was a slight smile on Ernest's eyebrows, and he asked, "Are you sure you want me to do this?"
Josie fantasized about the blond young man in front of her with a cold face, all kinds of rainbow farts to her, and she was immediately happy: "Okay, do you want to rehearse now?"
Ernest hooked his lips and gave her a perfect smirk.
Immediately, he raised the loudspeaker with a serious face and shouted: "Attention all departments, we will start clearing the venue now—"
The director on the set is the biggest, which is really amazing.
...
Sean was certainly not the only man who fell under the charm of Iris.
As the plot progresses, Iris is like an invisible net, connecting many people and things related to the case.
Among them is Karl, a flamboyant and handsome art dealer who has an ambivalent crush on Iris.
On the one hand, Carl is a proud and conceited member of the elite class. Whether it is appearance, assets, or status, he is able to do well in the flowers. He has been enjoying all this before that. Iris is an accident created by him. ;
On the other hand, he knew that his obsession was abnormal. Iris was not so weak and harmless on the surface, but her mystery and danger were like the sweetest poison, leading him into the abyss.
The more taboo it is, the more you want to touch it.
The more dangerous it is, the more I want to find out.
This is the most common self-destructive tendency in the human subconscious, like the apple in the Garden of Eden, or Pandora's magic box that was opened.
Carl is played by Christian Bale.
His agent had wanted him to play Jesus in another movie, but he himself insisted on "The Perfect Victim," which he thought would be a better opportunity.
The custom-made Armani suit and the back-swept hair gave the 25-year-old actor more maturity and sternness, and his temperament was somewhat similar to that of Josie, who also wore a black dress.
But when Josie entered the camera, her demeanor became light and elegant, with that intoxicating tenderness.
The filming begins——
This is a piano recital that belongs to Iris.
The blonde girl coiled up her quicksilver hair, revealing a delicate little face and graceful shoulders and neck, while the black floor-length dress on her was simple in design, showing no breasts or legs, the most conspicuous decoration It was the black rhinestone bow around the neck.
But she just sat quietly on the piano bench, and she was already beautiful enough, even the profile of her face and the lines of her arms were so shining.
The lights of the theater were brilliant and bright.
Iris, who was in the center of the stage, looked solemn and solemn, and everyone's eyes were undoubtedly on her. While waiting for the performance to start, they admired the amazing beauty of this young artist.
Iris's appearance was unobstructed under such circumstances.
The lights are like pouring golden stars, covering her graceful body from top to bottom, and the audience sitting in the front row or holding a telescope can even see the halo on the surface of her skin.
She is truly a masterpiece of human aesthetics.
Even ignoring the inner talent, her poetic appearance is already a kind of art.
There was a flash of trance on Carl's face.
The piece that Iris is going to play is Bach's "Chaconne".
Classical guitarist Shinichi Fukuda described it this way: "Chacon is like a person's life. It begins with crying, and then life is bumpy, with dramatic changes, joy, joy, victory-after the modulation, aging, sadness..."
The thin white fingers belonging to women gently rest on the black and white keys, and the magnificent and tragic chords attract the audience's entire attention, making them immersed in this wonderful movement involuntarily.
The following arpeggio pushes the music step by step to the first cadenza, the hearty and fast sound is bright and fresh, and the jumping emotions are thrown higher and higher.
Afterwards, the strong tone of the bass and the rapid tone of the high tone continued one after another, and all the emotions exploded at this moment. The intense notes were like a pair of invisible hands, grabbing people's breathing and heartbeat, making them dance on the keys with it, shout.
The light in the theater dimmed in due course, and only a beam of light illuminated the performers on the stage.
The sound of the piano eased suddenly and returned to the chords at the beginning.
People couldn't help but let out a sigh and let out a long breath. It was as if their bodies had been washed by this beautiful and refined music, removing all the depression and pain, and even their eye sockets became warm.
The night sky was wiped spotless except for one golden star that still shone with mesmerizing beauty.
The circling camera is from top to bottom, from Iris's beautifully shaped skull to each of her fingers that rise and fall with the music, they are so clearly and shockingly included in the picture.
Iris closed her eyes and temporarily blocked her vision as if she was intoxicated. Her exquisite chin was raised high, and her whole body seemed to be bathed in holy light.
There is a mysterious and charming appeal on her body, and the dress is like pure black wings, wrapping around her slender but explosive body.
The camera zoomed in and gave a close-up of her bare back.
Thin skin covered those slender bones, and the low body fat percentage made the surface texture even and clear. A butterfly about to fly perched on it, fluttering its wings following Iris' movements.
The passionate music gradually changes with the superimposition and rendering of the lens——
The dark wind blew the dead branches and leaves, the old gray poplars rustled, and a cloud of mist flew in the night and wind. It was the demon king dragging his long skirt.
The sky is dark, the stars have already fallen, and everything on the earth is silent, only the crown worn by the devil is shining, and her footsteps sound quietly.
Schubert's "The Devil" was adapted into a piano solo piece by his younger generation Liszt. What remains unchanged is its original great appeal and shock, and it has a poetic and vivid artistic image and a highly dramatic expression.
The piano solo adaptation is even more virtuosic.
The jumping notes are pressing every step of the way, but Iris's posture is so relaxed that it is almost showing off. Her movements are fast and powerful, and her changing fingers press the keys, like the afterimage of a ghost passing by.
Under the camera, her knuckles were faintly white, and the note floated on the half-diminished seventh chord of A-flat major, which spewed out in an extremely unstable sad color, and returned to A-flat again after the division of a rest major major chord.
In the end, such silence led to a sad ending. The performer in the center of the stage looked pitiful, adding a bit of sadness and despair to the atmosphere.
After a few breaths, the audience applauded thunderously.
Karl didn't applaud immediately, but his handsome and arrogant face had "dazzled" written on his face at this moment, and he was completely overwhelmed by the beauty of art presented by Iris.
His eye sockets were moist and red, and the air he breathed in his nasal cavity became fanatical and impulsive according to the surrounding atmosphere, as if he wanted to sacrifice everything, including his soul, to the blonde beauty on the stage.
But it didn't take long for the frenzy to dissipate.
Karl took a particularly long and deep breath, and the calmness and reason that belonged to the elite class gradually returned. His superficial expression became more and more indifferent, but his eyes never stopped struggling.
His black eyes were like two deep swirls, and his cold eyes brought a bitter chill, but his heart was so hot and fiery that he couldn't stop pouring out his love for Iris.
At this moment, Iris' eyes on the stage flicked across the auditorium, seeming to bump into Carl's eyes inadvertently.
She smiled slightly, bowed calmly, her manners were impeccable.
Seven 10-minute recitals will only appear in the finished film for five to 10 minutes, but the real shooting time is as long as ten days.
On the one hand, it is easy to play a piece of music smoothly, but it is not easy to play this piece, not to mention that Josie has to perform while playing.
On the other hand, because "Chaconne" and "The Devil" are not low in difficulty, and professional-level performances cannot be accomplished overnight, Ernest has tried his best to use movie editing techniques to make up for Josie's technical deficiencies. , but Josie still faced a lot of pressure.
Of course, she can also change to a piece that is not so difficult, such as "Night Harmony", one of Liszt's hypertechnical etudes she is more familiar with, but she and Ernest and the consultant of the crew, the French female pianist After a long talk, Elena Grimaud agreed that "The Devil" was the most suitable piece for Iris's nature.
Fortunately, the talent and hard work have not failed, and all the sacrifices have finally been rewarded perfectly at this moment.
When the last note of today's last note fell, Ernest himself yelled "card" with a loudspeaker. The shooting scene was silent for two or three seconds, and suddenly Elena Grimaud took the lead, one after another applauded their heroine enthusiastically.
Almost exhausted, Josie got up from the piano bench, lifted her skirt and slightly bent her knees, and gave a nondescript curtain call. Then, while untying the bow tied around her neck, she exhaled exaggeratedly with puffed cheeks, shouting Saying: "Oh, I daresay this dress is like fate strangling me - can someone help me? I can't wait to get my lungs to breathe properly."
Kelly stepped forward quickly, and another new assistant, Ryan, also brought Josie a pair of soft indoor slippers, freeing her feet from the high heels, and even Heath helped to hold the hem of the skirt to prevent her from stepping on it. .
A group of people gathered Josie back to her trailer to change clothes.
Ernest directed the props department to clean up the scene and arranged for a car to take Elena Grimaud to the airport to catch the plane.
Before leaving, the world-famous female pianist made a joke, saying: "Help me tell that girl that if she thinks Hollywood is not fun anymore, she can come to France and be my student."
"Impossible, Elena." Ernest, who had known her for a long time, refused without even thinking about it. "Rather than learning the piano from you, it's better to go to the countryside of London to retire."
Elena shrugged nonchalantly, waved to him and got into the car.
Ernest watched the yellow taxi go away, but his thoughts recalled the source of inspiration when he first wrote the script, and that "Iris" had long been replaced by another girl named "Josie Horton" , Every line today is soaked with the brilliance that belongs to the latter.
For creators, it's a truly satisfying miracle.