my sister is a supermodel

Jose grinned.

Roca frowned, "You mean, I acted very well yesterday"

"Uh~"

Jose rolled his eyes, "Hehe, not bad!"

"Not bad, did you pass the test? If this scene is over, why continue to shoot?"

Roca wondered.

"Isn't that what you asked for?"

Jose spread his hands, "Yesterday the teacher asked you if you want to continue, and you said you can act better."

"Yes, I want to try again"

Rocca said seriously.

"So, are you ready? I'm going to start filming"

"Shooting?"

Roca looked around, "Director Babenke hasn't come yet, how to shoot?"

"The teacher is not here, he is too tired these days, he worked long hours yesterday, and almost had a heart attack"

"is it serious?"

"It doesn't matter, it will be fine after a period of training, and I will take over the work in the crew, perform well, and I will not show mercy to you"

"All right!"

Rocca nodded.

At 09:30 in the morning, the filming of "Buried Alive" started again.

After preparing for a while, Roca lay down in the wooden cabinet and began to perform.

The rest of the crew also went to their respective positions.

Everything was the same as a few days ago, except that the atmosphere in the crew was much more relaxed.

Jose sat on the director's chair, folded his arms like Babunque, and stared at the performance on the monitor.

"The teacher is right, it really broke out yesterday"

Jose rubbed his chin and muttered, compared with yesterday, Roca's state has declined a lot. Yesterday's Roca was like a string, stretched tightly. With the development of the plot, this string played wonderfully. music.

Today the string is a little slack and the performance is not coherent.

But compared to before, the quality of today's performances is higher than before.

"It turned out to be a breakthrough. This guy has great potential, but I don't know how he made the breakthrough."

Jose is a little curious.

"Crack!"

After half an hour of filming, Jose yelled "click".

He is different from Babanke. Babanke is the kind of perverted director who sees the truth without telling the truth. He wants the actors to comprehend it by themselves. Those who can comprehend will continue to act, and those who cannot comprehend will leave voluntarily.

The old man is a pure director who does not interfere with the performance of the actors in the performance. He is equivalent to a referee and an aesthetic gatekeeper.

Jose has not yet reached that level, nor can he learn that style. When he sees something wrong, he will take the initiative to point it out.

"Rocca, your state is not right, your spirit is not concentrated, and the performance is not contagious..."

Jose looked at the screen and gushed.

In the past, he wouldn't be able to see exactly where Roca's performance was not good.

I just watched yesterday's performance, and with a high-level reference standard, he is fully qualified to give pointers. It feels like holding a reference answer to correct a student's test paper.

Even better, this reference answer was handed in by the students, so cool!

"Rocca, do you understand?"

Jose asked.

"Okay, I'll get ready and start over"

In the wooden cabinet, Roca responded.

In the next performance, he kept performing, and Jose kept interrupting him and pointing out his problems, which made him a little depressed.

When he first started filming, he especially hoped to get advice, but Babenke kept silent and refused to give him any experience. He could only gain experience from himself through self-torture, self-study and self-improvement.

After these days, he gradually got used to this method.

But God did not wish.

Today, there was a sudden change of director, and he was still a guy with a very different style.

This situation can not make him not depressed.

He even missed that bald head a little bit.

I really hope that old bald man gets better soon.

......

"Aqiu~"

Five hundred miles away in Sao Paulo, in a gloomy editing studio, a bearded man with disheveled hair was sitting in front of the screen, editing film footage frame by frame.

"Palos!"

The old bald man was holding a bottle and was pushed into the studio in a wheelchair.

"Babank, why are you here, don't disturb me, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you"

The editor scratched his hair and said nonchalantly.

"When I came here, I wanted to ask you, when will the film be released?"

Director Babank asked.