ebookslot Chapter 81 Logical Accent
Chapter 81 Logical Accent
Unlike movies, TV series rely more on the actors' dialogue to advance the plot.
Therefore, when an actor's delivery of lines is poor, the impact can be enormous, especially when a production strives for original sound recordings.
Qi Yue spoke slowly and softly, his voice even slightly hoarse and breathy due to his weak physique.
Every word was delivered to my ears clearly and effortlessly, yet it inexplicably captivated me.
"It's not that I forgot."
"...I dare not forget."
"Every step in this city of Jinling must be carefully considered."
"Prince Yu appears to be respectful and courteous to scholars, but in reality he is suspicious; the Crown Prince, though well-established, is too lenient and indulgent."
"My father... he taught me that living is sometimes harder than dying."
"..."
When he said these words, his face did not show many exaggerated expressions, and his eyes were mostly calm or downcast.
But Jing Tian just felt...comfortable.
Yes, it's comfortable.
It's not a showy display of passion, nor a superficial sadness, but a feeling that all emotions are seamlessly embedded in the lines.
In those heavy places, the sound was like cotton cloth soaked in water.
When it's time to analyze calmly, it's like a cool, icy piece of jade.
The almost broken yet forcefully restrained tremor in her voice when she mentioned her father... all the emotional shifts were so natural that even as an observer, she could clearly feel the turmoil in Mei Changsu's heart, and even hear the unspoken words behind every sentence he uttered.
This is precisely the state she has always wanted to achieve in her performances, but often failed to quite grasp it.
It's not about "acting" emotions, but about letting emotions flow naturally from the character's very being and conveying them in the most precise way.
"Great! That's a good take!" The assistant director's voice was filled with undisguised praise.
The atmosphere immediately became lively.
Jing Tian was still immersed in that subtle feeling when she heard a gentle, slightly sentimental voice beside her:
"This young director Qi is truly remarkable."
Jing Tian turned her head and found that the person speaking was a middle-aged actor sitting behind the monitor.
She had seen the materials released by the production team before and recognized this person as the actor who played Yan Hou in the drama, whose surname seemed to be Wang.
"It's just a few simple lines, what's so special about it? Aren't you exaggerating?" Jing Tian couldn't help but retort.
Wang Jinsong glanced at Jing Tian, then gestured with his lip towards the filming center.
"Did you listen carefully to his lines just now?"
Jing Tian nodded and honestly said, "After listening, I just felt that the lines were... smooth."
"Smooth? Right? Haha," Wang Jinsong laughed, "It's more than that. Can you hear which word he was 'biting' in every sentence?"
"Huh?" Jing Tian was taken aback; she hadn't really bothered to distinguish between them.
Wang Jinsong became interested, squinting his eyes slightly, as if savoring the moment:
"He said 'It's not that I forgot,' emphasizing the denial; the sorrow and persistence lie in those two words, 'not.' Then he said 'It's that I dare not forget,' stressing on 'dare not.' It's a mountain weighing on my heart, a responsibility, and also a fear."
"When it comes to Prince Yu and the Crown Prince, the words 'suspicious' and 'too lenient' are so accurate! They immediately bring out the crux of their personalities."
"That last sentence..."
Wang Jinsong paused, his tone tinged with emotion.
"The word 'Father…' is so poignant. The contrast between 'living' and 'dying' reveals the weight of the sacrifice and the difficulty of the choice."
"This is called 'logical emphasis.' The strength in the lines, right down to the bone, is all there. It's not just about memorizing the lines; you have to understand the character thoroughly, grasp the 'subtlety' of each line, and then 'send' it out with your voice. You see, his voice isn't loud, but every emphasis is like a small hammer, hitting the mark perfectly, and that's how the performance stands."
Wang Jinsong's insightful explanation was like clearing away the clouds to reveal the sun, instantly making Jing Tian understand where that "comfortable" feeling came from.
It turns out it wasn't some kind of mystical art, but rather a clever design hidden in the very essence of every sentence!
She had only thought Qi Yue was a very good director, but she never expected that he would also have such profound skills when he acted in a play!
This isn't just a hobby; this is real skill!
The anger, resentment, and even the slight competitive spirit that had accumulated because of that critical email were almost completely washed away at this moment.
The phrase "lacking in basic skills" in the email no longer sounds like a condescending insult.
Perhaps she really needs to work on her fundamentals.
"Thank you for your guidance, I... I think I understand now."
Wang Jinsong nodded with a smile: "Young man, it's good to observe and listen more. This Director Qi is a shrewd man, tough on himself, and genuine in his acting. You can learn a lot from being in the same group as him."
After filming wrapped up, the crew moved on to shoot the next scene. Wang Xiaoxiao, having finally finished handling the coordination matters, quickly walked over.
"Tian Tian, everything's arranged: accommodation, assistant, and the schedule for the next few days. Let's go meet the director first."
"Okay, sure." Jing Tian took one last look at Qi Yue's back before following Wang Xiaoxiao toward the core area of the film crew.
......
In the dressing room,
Qi Yue was facing the mirror as the makeup artist carefully removed Mei Changsu's light makeup.
He held a mobile phone in his hand, with industry news and project emails constantly scrolling across the screen.
Suddenly, a new email notification popped up; the sender was an unfamiliar email address.
He clicked on it casually.
The content was extremely brief, consisting of only two words:
【Thanks.】
No signature, no context, just those two dry words.
Qi Yue raised an eyebrow, completely bewildered.
"Thank you? What are you thanking me for? Who is this person thanking me?"
He's been getting a lot of attention lately—investors, collaborators, media outlets, and even actors trying to pitch their services. The emails are all over the place, but this is the first time I've seen a completely unrelated "thank you."
Was it sent to the wrong person? Or is it some new kind of... harassment? He shook his head, feeling a bit confused, and casually deleted the email and added it to his blacklist.
There are plenty of strange people and strange things in this circle, this is nothing special.
Just as he put down his phone, the curtain to the dressing room was lifted, and Guo Fan walked in, bringing with him a blast of cold air from outside.
"Qi Yue!" Guo Fan pulled up a chair and sat down. "I just watched some replays of today's footage, and honestly, I have to say, casting you as Mei Changsu was absolutely the right choice!"
"Brother Fan, you're exaggerating."
Qi Yue wiped his hands with a damp towel, remaining quite calm. Filming a TV series is a marathon, and this was just the beginning; a long filming period and more complex scenes were yet to come.
"No exaggeration!" Guo Fan waved his hand and moved closer.
"You know Mr. Wang Jinsong, right? The one who played Lord Yan, a national first-class actor. He just finished watching your performance and praised you several times, saying that your delivery of lines and understanding of the character are far from those of a novice, especially your logical emphasis and emotional control, which are very skillful!"