Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 18 Drama: Love in the 80s

Yu Dongqing looked around, all the students came and there was a middle-aged man with gray hair who looked like a teacher, he found an empty seat behind and sat down without going there.

The show begins.

"Love in the 80s" is a multi-act play. It seems that Mingmei is still very careful in the layout of stage props. The blackboard painted with black paint and some old wooden tables and chairs more realistically show the campus scene in the 80s of the world. .

Of course, in the play, Bright borrowed surreal and avant-garde works, and blurred the stage beauty in some places, and used a few pieces of wood to represent sofas, beds, and stairs. Yu Dongqing appreciates this.

The whole drama was performed for an hour and a half, and Yu Dongqing watched it carefully. From the perspective of a mature drama, this "Love in the 80s" has many problems, including stage design, actors' positioning, lines, and coordination. Waiting seems a bit childish.

But the handwriting of a sophomore student is already very valuable, especially as the heroine, Mingmei has a good line skills and body and expression control.

If you can afford to be an actor, why do you have to be a director?
Yu Dongqing sighed in her heart.

At the end of the performance, when the actors took their curtain call, the theater burst into warm applause, and Yu Dongqing also stood up and applauded.

"Brother-in-law, how is the performance?" Mingmei ran over from the stage and asked with a smile.

"It's great, especially your performance as the heroine is very good." Yu Dongqing boasted.

"Then why don't you tell me how I, as the director, arrange this drama?" Mingmei asked.

"It's okay, but I think your performance is more amazing. To be honest, I think you are suitable to be an actor rather than a director."

"I don't want to be an actor. My dream is to be a director. Okay, brother-in-law, let's discuss and conclude." After speaking, Mingmei smiled and ran away.

Looking at the hot-tempered sister-in-law, Yu Dongqing couldn't help shaking her head.

A large group of students sat together and discussed the play just now, and their words were fierce. Of course, this is very necessary. It can point out the shortcomings of the performance and help the performers improve.

After hearing this, Yu Dongqing felt that it was meaningless. Seeing that Mingmei in the crowd was busy and it was inconvenient to go over to say hello, she sent a WeChat message to prepare to leave, but suddenly heard a skinny boy stand up and say loudly.

"Don't make those ambiguous remarks, I think this drama, no matter in terms of the performance of the screenwriter, director, and main actors, I don't think it is qualified! In a word, this drama is rubbish!"

As soon as the boy said this, the audience suddenly fell silent, but someone immediately stood up and retorted loudly: "Zhao Wei, don't be a BB here, what a big label! Why do you think it's garbage?!"

The boy named Zhao Wei sneered, and said calmly: "Of course I have reasons for saying this: First: As far as the director is concerned, the stage design of the entire script lacks a fulcrum! I think you all know what a fulcrum is. A drama without a fulcrum is a multi-mouthed cross talk! The same goes for stage design!"

"Second, there is a problem with the actor's communication! The actor's communication is very important, communicate directly with the opponent, communicate with yourself"

Seeing this person talking, Yu Dongqing stopped, thought for a while and asked the girl named Han Qingqing sitting outside: "Hey, who is he? He talks so viciously?"

"His name is Zhao Wei. He is in the first year of graduate school this year. He is a famous "poisonous snake" in our Chinese opera. He speaks harshly and doesn't care about other people's feelings. He once made several girls cry." Han Qingqing replied in a low voice.

Yu Dongqing looked at Mingmei after listening, and saw that the girl blushed instantly, looking very unnatural.

This kid.
It's a bit unreasonable.

Zhao Wei talked a lot eloquently, seeing the students around him speechless, he felt a little proud in his heart.

He likes this feeling.

"Student, I think your comment is biased. I think the drama rehearsed by my classmate is definitely not as bad as you said. On the contrary, I think it is very good."

A somewhat deep and hoarse male voice suddenly sounded from behind the crowd. When everyone looked back, it turned out to be a handsome middle-aged man.

It was Yu Dongqing.

Zhao Wei also hurriedly turned around and saw the other party, but he didn't recognize him.

Judging from his age, he should not be a student, but he has never seen it among the teachers of Chinese opera.

"Who are you?" Zhao Wei couldn't help asking.

"A bystander." Yu Dongqing replied with a smile: "Let's refute the few questions you just raised about this drama."

"First, you said that this drama lacks a fulcrum. You are wrong. The so-called fulcrum means that people always like to rely on something when they speak, including tables, pillars, people, etc. And I will also correct a mistake you just said. Cross talk also has Fulcrum. In the past, when talking about cross talk, there would be a table. Now there are microphones, even if there is no microphone, we use each other as a fulcrum instead of swaying in front of the stage.”

Seeing Yu Dongqing talking eloquently, some students around were talking in low voices.

"Hey, who is this buddy? He speaks really well."

"do not know."

"It seems to be very familiar with Mingmei."

Yu Dongqing spoke for nearly 10 minutes before finishing, then looked at Zhao Wei with a smile on her face.

Zhao Wei's expression was very ugly. This idiot who didn't know where he came from actually had nothing to say in his rebuttal.

Of course he was not angry: "Then you say, this play is perfect?"

"No, no, this play also has many shortcomings. I think the biggest problem is that the hero's performance is a bit lacklustre. There are too many small movements that make him feel at a loss on stage, and his lines skills still need to be practiced."

Of course Yu Dongqing was discussing the facts, but some people were not convinced.

It was a tall boy who was the hero of the play. He looked at Yu Dongqing and spoke in a somewhat aggressive tone.

"You said that there is a problem with the performance of the grip, and the lines are not good enough, why don't you go up and try?!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the audience.

This middle-aged man didn't study acting, he was just commenting on facts, and what he said just now was well-founded, so why should he be asked to perform.

Don't you often hear a rascal sentence: "You said this movie was not well acted? Why don't you go make one?"

Yu Dongqing originally had good intentions, and only by pointing out your shortcomings can you improve, and the tone of his speech is also very tactful. I didn't expect the other party to have such an attitude, and I felt a little angry.

I don't know how to flatter.

You have to be as vitriolic as Zhao Wei, to be comfortable?
So he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll try." Then he walked to the stage.

"Brother-in-law." Mingmei couldn't help but stop her words.

She knew that her brother-in-law was very good at music, and it was a stage performance. She had never heard that her brother-in-law could also act!

What if there is a joke going up?
Yu Dongqing stopped her with her eyes, and strode onto the stage.

(End of this chapter)