Rebirth In Hollywood

On the trees on both sides of the old streets, there are always pieces of withered leaves falling off inadvertently. Entering Philadelphia in autumn, people already feel the slightest coolness.

David Fincher was standing in front of an old apartment building, directing the crew to set and set up the cameras. This was his first time directing a film, and he was naturally cautious in some respects, although not. He said everything personally, but he was also very strict with every detail.

"Amy!" David Fincher called to the assistant director, "Where's the actor? Why hasn't it arrived yet? No actor for me to shoot an empty street?"

"David, don't worry." The assistant director explained quickly, "I just got on the phone with Mr. Al Pacino, he will be there soon, but we sent to pick up Miss Nicole Kidman and Mr. Ryan Jenkins The car broke down halfway, and now they have called a taxi and are rushing this way."

"Damn it!" David Fincher cursed in a low voice. It's unfortunate enough to encounter this kind of thing before turning on the phone, and he has never seen the actor who played the little boy until now, and he doesn't know Harvey. ? What is Weinstein doing, I hope that kid will be as good as he says, no! As long as he has half of what he said, he is satisfied.

"Come, come, it's them." The assistant director pointed to a taxi parked on the side of the road.

David Fincher hurriedly looked over, and the first thing he saw was a tall and glamorous girl. That woman was very tall and very beautiful, but in the next instant, he was attracted by the boy she was holding and took away everything. 's attention.

The thin and thin body seems to collapse when the wind blows, the light brown hair is disheveled and covers the somewhat pale face, and there is a strong and indescribable temperament under the quiet appearance, especially the pair of sky blue ones. In the eyes, from time to time there is a brilliance of insight into everything.

That's right! He is Cole! With just one glance, the boy's appearance completely overlapped with the Cole he had outlined in his mind. Although he didn't know how good his acting was, in terms of appearance, there was nothing more suitable than him.

All right! Harvey Weinstein, although a bit of a philistine, did not disappoint him in the selection of actors.

"Nicole, is this the old city of Philadelphia? It does look very old." Ryan's eyes wandered around curiously. If such an old house was placed in the place where he lived in his previous life, it would have been demolished long ago. Land sold.

"Yeah, it's said to be one of the oldest urban areas in the country."

The answer was Pie Kingsley, a standard American who knew better about Philadelphia's history than Nicole.

Holding Nicole Kidman's hand, they walked from the small road in the middle of the low green belt to the front of the apartment. The assistant director who had seen them hurriedly introduced them.

"Director Finch, hello. Very nice to meet you, you can call me Ryan." The boy was impeccable in etiquette, just like Nicole said, as long as he wanted, he was the perfect little gentleman , and his actions immediately won the favor of Mr. Director, "Okay, Ryan, it's also a pleasure to meet you."

As the director in charge of the director, he naturally knew who the script came from. Although the script was about to be smashed by him, he was still amazed to see the master at this time. Such an excellent story was written by a man under ten years old. The hands of children are unbelievable. Could it be that the children born in the 1980s are so perverted?

After greeting the crew, Ryan was taken into the dressing room. Since it was the first time to shoot a movie, he couldn't help but be curious about everything. Fortunately, he still knew what he was here for.

This is not a school or home where he can act recklessly, forcibly suppress his temperament, and let the female makeup artist smear on his face.

Heck, I'm a boy, what's the matter with this smearing. Ryan looked at the increasingly pale face in the mirror, and muttered in his heart.

"Hello Mr. Pacino!"

Suddenly, an assistant's voice came from the door of the temporary dressing room.

"Al Pacino?" The boy knew who he was going to play with some time ago. Now it's only 1989. Unless Harvey Weinstein's head is flooded, he will never choose Bruce Willis .

This is not ten years later, Mr. Willis is now a veritable facial paralysis.

But he never imagined that the big fat man chose Al Pacino as the male lead. Well, Al is actually at a low point in his career now, and this movie needs a movie star actor to come. To increase the box office appeal, it is estimated that this is how the two sides hit it off.

The moment the makeup artist finished, the boy jumped up from the chair, took out the signature book and fountain pen from his backpack with lightning speed, and handed them to Al Pacino, who had just sat down. .

"Mr. Al Pacino, can you sign an autograph for me?" The boy stared at the middle-aged man who acted like an idol with wide eyes.

"No problem, you are..."

"Ryan, Ryan Jenkins, the lonely little boy you're trying to unravel and help in this movie."

"Okay, Ryan, you can call me Al." As expected of a famous old actor, that affinity naturally radiates.

"Ryan, I wish you health and happiness forever." Al Pacino wrote a congratulatory message after the signature, and Ryan smiled happily, as if he was really happy to get the autograph from his idol, "Thank you , Al, it's great to have a show with you."

Perhaps because of his age, or because of his positive and cheerful personality, Ryan won the favor of Al Pacino without much effort. People were already chatting and laughing, and the boy also took the opportunity to ask a few words about performance.

The first thing to shoot is the scene of the psychiatrist played by Al Pacino. Ryan also saw what an actor-level acting is. After a few simple test shots, Al quickly found the state.

"Cut! Very good!" David Fincher clapped his hands vigorously, encouraging everyone in the crew, "Ten minutes to rest."

The shot just now was of Malcolm, a psychiatrist walking on the street. Although the fall in Philadelphia was a little cooler, the shape of Al's trench coat and scarf was still sweating after the shooting.

"Nervous, Ryan?" Nicole took the boy's hand and gently rubbed his palm with her thumb, wanting this way to soothe his mood, because the boy was going to play in person in the next shot.

"Don't be nervous." Ryan denied it without thinking, but after meeting Nicole's clear gaze, he had to let out a long sigh, "Okay, I admit, I'm a little nervous, but it's normal, isn't it? Is it? Nicole, were you nervous the first time you filmed?"

"Of course. I was so nervous that I even forgot the lines." Nicole said with a smile, "I'll give you a good suggestion. You can imagine everyone present as rocks, it will be much better."

"Could it be potatoes? Or onions and tomatoes?"

Maybe it's because he doesn't have confidence in Ryan, or maybe he wants to go from easy to difficult. The boy's first scene is when Cole comes out of the apartment and locks the door to leave. It's very simple, isn't it?

"Cut! It's over."

After only two test shots and one official shot, this shot is over. Of course, it’s not that the boy’s acting skills exploded as soon as he came up, but it was a blurry long-range shot. What he had to do was too simple, open the room. The door, carefully observe left and right.

But then came the big trouble, a close-up that required Ryan to be careful, cautious, and a little bit cringe when he put on a pair of eyes.

"Cut! Ryan, relax and look natural."

"Cut! Ryan, you're too stiff.?"

"Cut! Ryan, don't look at the camera lens."

"..."

This time it was even more exaggerated. The boy looked at the glasses that had fallen under his feet and showed a wry smile. Fortunately, David Fincher was not James Cameron, otherwise...

David Fincher also frowned. He has many years of experience shooting commercials and MTV, and he naturally knows how difficult it is to get a child to find a performance state. Before shooting, he also talked with him, from two In the human conversation, he could see that this was a smart and precocious child, and he couldn't help but put back half of the heart he was holding. He didn't expect that more than half an hour later, the boy still didn't make any progress.

"Nicole, do you want to go over and comfort Ryan?" Pie Kingsley was a little worried.

"No, Ryan is stronger than anyone." Nicole Kidman shook his head slowly but firmly, but no one could see the worried and distressed look on his face, "Since he chose this path , you have to face it yourself.”

Ryan clenched his fists hard, and even his arms trembled slightly. When he actually did it, he realized that some things were far more difficult than he thought, such as the Oolong incident some time ago, such as today's shooting.

"Cut!" After the break, David Fincher came over and whispered, "Ryan, do you know what your problem is?"

"About a third of it was because I suddenly lost my mind, another third was because my body was stiff and shaking, and the other third was because I couldn't help looking at the camera."

Contrary to David Fincher's expectations, the boy knew exactly where his problem was. He patted the boy's arm, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Can you give me ten minutes? I need to be alone for a while." Ryan first gave Nicole a reassuring look in the distance, and then looked at the director expectantly, "Trust me, David. I can solve these problems myself."

The boy's words and expressions gave him inexplicable confidence, David Fincher nodded, "Okay! Rest for ten minutes!"

"Obviously, I need an actor's self-cultivation." Before opening the door and entering the apartment, Ryan said something that made David Fincher feel inexplicable.