Honestly, Anson was exhausted. His brain felt emptied, leaving his whole being hollow. Even sitting on the ground, he couldn't stop his knees from trembling slightly, and his stomach churned as if he was about to vomit.
So, was this method acting, or expressive acting?
Anson had no idea.
The only thing he could be sure of was the sense of release, venting, and burning out. He poured himself entirely into it, and despite the deep fatigue and emptiness afterward, there was an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
His chest instantly filled up—
So, this is what acting feels like.
Because of this, all the roles he had played before now seemed dull and boring. He couldn't help but rethink and reconsider them in his mind.
No wonder people say acting can be addictive.
Anson liked it.
This was the first time he truly felt the joy and happiness of acting, and to his surprise, it came from the film The Butterfly Effect—not because he was producing for the first time, but because he had found a role that truly resonated with him.
Interesting.
Behind the fatigue was a deep sense of exhilaration and release.
Anson was drained.
But strangely, he didn't want to rest. Instead, he wanted to keep exploring.
So, when he saw Mackie's nervous hand-rubbing gesture, a smile quietly crept onto his face. He enjoyed working with such a simple and pure team.
Anson gently patted Mackie on the shoulder, "Shouldn't this be the question we ask the two directors? So, how was the scene?"
Mackie immediately smiled, "Great, great. It was practically perfect."
Now, Mackie was 100% sure that having Anson on this project was their fortune. Maybe they really could... succeed?
Eric was also visibly shocked, nodding repeatedly. "What do you mean 'practically perfect'? It was flawless. I couldn't find a single flaw."
Anson couldn't help it. He burst out laughing. "No need to be so tense. We're just following orders. If the directors say it's good, then it's good. There's no need to shoot the scene again."
Heath and Rachel both nodded, following Anson's lead.
However, Mackie hesitated, and his words became a bit unsure.
"Uh, we all know you've exhausted yourselves filming this scene. You probably don't even want to move a finger."
As he spoke, he glanced at Anson and Heath—
The two of them had actually fought with real intensity, both now sporting visible injuries. If they were to continue shooting, they'd need makeup to cover up the wounds, which were shockingly real.
Yet, both actors appeared completely relaxed, as if they weren't affected at all. Their calm demeanor made Mackie's concern seem unnecessary, and he couldn't help but feel awkward.
"But..."
He trailed off.
Anson picked up on Mackie's hesitation and tilted his head with a curious expression. "Oh, so you think we should do it again?"
Whoosh!
In an instant, Heath and Rachel both turned their gaze toward Mackie.
Mackie panicked, "No, no, that's not what I meant. Don't misunderstand."
Anson smiled gently. "Director, don't worry, we don't bite."
Pause.
Heath added, "And even if we did, you wouldn't be our choice with that rough skin of yours."
Heath then glanced at Eric.
Eric: ???
This little joke managed to ease some of Mackie's tension. "Anson, what I mean is, we might need to reshoot some close-ups."
He gritted his teeth and finally said it.
"Look, here's the thing."
"Your performances were detailed and complete, with so many nuances, and we couldn't keep up. The camera didn't capture everything."
"Like when Tommy was about to lash out, his eyes met Keller's."
"Keller kept trying to stop Tommy, his gaze constantly checking Evan's state."
"When Tommy took the blows, he used his eyes to provoke Evan."
And so on.
During the filming, the actors had fully immersed themselves in the scene. Their performances, including the subtle details and the interactions between characters, were seamless.
However, not all of these details were captured on camera.
The camera needs to move, lock in, frame, and adjust its angle. If it doesn't hit the right place at the right time, it can miss the actor's performance.
Clearly, Mackie and Eric weren't skilled in framing or capturing intricate emotional moments.
But that didn't mean they were blind.
They could feel the tension between the actors, the emotional exchanges in their glances, and the subtle shifts in dynamics between the characters. Every look, every expression, and every movement had been carefully planned and executed.
This was the result of the actors constantly discussing, experimenting, and pushing each other.
At first, Mackie and Eric had no clue how to present or capture these emotions. But after witnessing the actors' interplay, they had a creative breakthrough. Their minds flooded with ideas, and they could "see" where the camera should have been and what it should have caught.
They needed to catch up—and then, through editing, they could piece it all together, making everything flow smoothly and bringing the tension between the characters to life on screen.
The more they thought about it, the more excited they got.
But seeing how exhausted the actors were, the words they were about to say got stuck again.
Mackie started, and Eric couldn't hold back his excitement either.
"One last thing."
"Just one last thing."
Cough, cough.
Eric choked on his own saliva from excitement, coughing violently, but he didn't care. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he continued.
"That final shot. Anson's look and expression were brilliant. No words or actions were needed; one glance was enough to convey all those complex and overwhelming emotions."
"God, if there is a god of acting, he came down and possessed Anson."
"We can't miss this."
"How could we miss this?"
"Cough, cough. Anson, really, that scene was just, just, just incredible. I know you're tired, but we really need to capture it on film. Please, let's reshoot a few more shots while you're still in the zone, while you're still in character."
Everyone exchanged glances.
Then.
Anson's face dropped. "Wait, are you saying you didn't get that shot? What? What on earth were you doing? Just standing there watching, instead of capturing it on camera?"
The atmosphere suddenly froze. Everyone held their breath, trying to make themselves invisible, as if watching a dragon about to breathe fire.
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