Recapture the Entertainment Industry

Five officers of this body accidentally fit in makeup, which even Rodin himself did not expect.

He has won with strength since he came out of the road in his last life. Although he looks handsome, he is still a distance from Junmei, so he never spent much time thinking about his appearance. He was already very satisfied with the new face, allowing a person with no flashes of personality to announce for several years that this was rarely the case in the entertainment industry where handsome men and women blossomed everywhere. Although the very cold and noble makeup artist suddenly turned fanatical after seeing him, before makeup, Rodin noticed something, but when he really saw himself after makeup in the mirror, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Shooting in strong light, the singer and actor are naturally wearing makeup. Especially those parts that deepen the contour lines, almost all need to be covered with a thick layer, otherwise a dozen lights, how can the five strong officials be weakened into a large piece of sparse confusion. It's just that this test fitting won't be as scary as it was at the scene shooting, and the makeup artist basically reduced it by three points, showing the effect of appearing on the screen after the shooting.

Rodin's skin was so white that it was hard to find pores. After adding a thin layer of makeup, it was like being pushed back into a porcelain kiln. The tall nose beam and a slight nose shadow were perfectly shaped. It was like coming from the most skilled sculptor. The original eyelashes were thick and eyelined. At this moment, it was like falling into the sky. The starlight reflected the water waves, tender enough to be seen, and the prey could not escape the deep fountain that drowned man.

Luo Ding stared at this face a little stunned. There was no such colorful image in the memory of the original owner. Probably because of his young age, he and Su Shengbai used to have those MVs, walking in the fresh natural wind of quiet singing. He didn't have many opportunities to show his face, and Ascension's makeup artist skills didn't go too far, so he never knew he had such a good talent.

The makeup artist slowly became intoxicated after opening his eyes. Pan Yiming also blushed behind his own eyes to cover his exhilaration. Never before in his life had he felt such a subtle excitement that he could crush his opponent's strong strength purely by appearance, so he began to play a human spring medicine more unscrupulously.

After a brief silence, the studio boiled down, all the staff in attendance exploded into the neighborhood by various means, and a stunning handsome man arrived at the studio!

Rodin faces a growing crowd pretending to pass by unintentionally, maintaining a gentle face with a smile from beginning to end. He had found several people in the corner who were taking photos secretly, but pretended not to know. Such a courteous attitude would undoubtedly make a better impression of him.

Pan Yiming invited MV director Ronson to make the top of this little pyramid. Almost half of the industry's famous songs came from his people. Talented people tend to be a little arrogant, and Ronson is no exception. At the outset, Pan Yiming made it clear that several male characters in the MV would invite Wu Yuanqian. Wu Yuanxian's acting circle witnessed this, and Rongsen looked forward to working with him this time. But before the shooting, Pan Yiming suddenly changed his tone and said he had found a new partner. Although he knew that the various unwritten rules were very influential in the circle, Ronson still did not immediately accept the sudden change, and his mood became unusually bad.

He didn't want to be there, but Pan Yiming insisted on letting him come. In the face of having to work together later, he went soft. But to the new guy who suddenly landed in the air, he really didn't even want to look at it. When he found out that the other guy occupied the dressing room, Ronson simply didn't go to the backyard and stumbled on the debugging angle next to his machine.

Many people think that shooting an MV may be simple, but the facts are far from it. Without direct lines, it is harder to interpret a plot based on body language and narrative lyrics than making a movie. Actors' subtle eyes, facial expressions, and even different positions determine whether an MV is boutique or garbage. Although the later editing and special effects remedy some omissions, after all, it is only limited, and the ability to work with the song to bring the greatest emotion to the audience, which plays a decisive role, can only be interpreted by the actor.

Ronson was so depressed, he wondered how much trouble an airborne newcomer would cause him. As a highly demanding director, what he hated the most was the kind of airborne soldier who had to compromise. Thinking of the information about Rodin that was previously available online, young people who seemed to have no further merit other than appearance could not find a better position to deal with it for a while.

A sudden commotion arose around him, and Ronson heard someone shouting “good-looking” and "Oh, my God" and so on. His mind suddenly turned to look outside the studio.

As if the heavens and the earth had faded away and the spotlight had been screwed down in darkness, the most eye-catching presence everywhere walked right in the middle of the crowd. He was wearing the most plain white shirt casual pants, and a blonde man walking slightly overhead said something, his eyes slightly staring at each other. Ronson doesn't know how to describe the mystery of his eyes anymore. Slim eyelashes cover most of his peeping angles. □ □ Mori just felt a flood coming from behind him, just looking at his eyes from the perspective of a bystander, he felt his legs sink, and the flood dragged his ankles to the ground.

Perhaps realizing that he had entered the studio, he raised his head without saying a few words and swept his gaze across the room, facing Ronson's eyes standing next to the photography equipment.

Ronson was in a trance, his eyes... the kind of floating illusion of nowhere under his feet...

Rodin recognized Ronson, who also directed two albums for him. With the familiarity of meeting the old man, he smiled with two close smiles at the corner of his mouth.

Ronson held onto the camera around him, dizzy for a moment.

At his feet, he was dragged back from a deep, unseen cave. Ronson suddenly shifted his eyes and stroked his chest calmly before realizing that his heart rate had exceeded its normal limit.

This man! He glared at his eyes and didn't know how to describe the feeling in his heart. His ears were still buzzing until he calmed down. He suddenly turned that familiar source from the impression he had left in his mind.

This... this man's face... Isn't that Rodin?!

But how could this Rodin be the same person he saw on the web picture?! How can the planes and dynamics be so far apart? He's been a director for over a decade, and he's seen the difference between a silver screen and a private screen for entertainers, and most people look prettier when they're in direct contact. But like Rodin, the difference is so big, like two people, it's never happened before!

A little disappointment just before the arrival of the person, now that I don't know where I was thrown, Ronson swallowed his mouth and spit, first I was confused, and then ecstasy surged into my mind.

He can almost understand why Pan Yiming had to change partners irrevocably on the eve of the shooting, such a bold approach would undoubtedly bring tremendous benefits to her! Rodin will definitely be one of the biggest sellers of her record if it works properly!

He squeezed the script's hand into his fist and shivered slightly.

Rodin patted Wu Fangyuan's head and asked him to wait at the rest place. He tidied up his collar and stood in front of Rongsen. The voice was clear and gentle: “Hello, Rodin. We would also like to ask you for more guidance on future cooperation. ”

Ronson couldn't help but take a slight step back when he was forced to come closer to each other. After discovering his own breakdown, he hurried to work: “Have you seen the script? ”

That's what he really cares about most. Each director has different features, and Ronson's features are clear logic to capture the obvious and intricate drama. It's not easy in short films where these plots are rubbed in for less than five minutes.

Rodin's attitude towards work has always been impeccable: "I've seen it all. ”

“Understand? ”

“Absolutely. ”

Rongsen's head was tight, and he felt a little uncomfortable with the bluishness of his chest in the conversation: “If you don't understand, you have to say it. Don't pretend you don't understand it for your face. ”

Rodin smiled. “I understand. ”

When Ronson talks about his work, he's not so constrained to give him deterrence. How complex is his script? He can't forget the fact that Ronson's appearance is so good that he can't forget that the other person is the same as a new person. Can such a person really interpret his role?

With no fear in his eyes, Rodin could not take the upper hand from his perspective and could only whisper over his head to manipulate his camera.

“Go to the front of the template and prepare, I will try the third mirror of the play you met Pan Yiming, understanding is not verbal. ”

Pan Yiming was still standing idly by and watching Rodin's move with all his heart. When he heard Ronson mention his name, he stunned like a fool: “Alas? Call me? ”

Ronson's mouth slapped, and Rodin couldn't help but laugh. The rare open face made him look more radiant for a moment than an incandescent lamp.

Stayed again...

Liu Yu sighed and looked with a little envy at Wu Fangyuan, who was sitting at the resting place and didn't quite understand what had happened. How nice, his boss is handsome and carefree, and he handled everything himself. But she, the assistant, had to make an alarm clock for the leader to wipe his mouth. It was a different life.

Rodin stood in the middle of the stage, looked at the location of the eye camera, fine-tuned his position, and then closed his eyes.

Pan Yiming worked with him on this song, the style is really hard to define.

Pan Yiming played a beautiful detective named after a small town with repeated homicides. As she searched the town for clues to the murders, she ran into the hero of the cafe and fell in love at first sight. The protagonist's affection and good-looking disposition brought her into contact with too many dark hearts to fall out of her own hands.

Detectives and lovers are getting better and better, so they don't hide their origins and discuss them with their loved ones when there's a breakthrough in the case.

Soon, however, she found herself in contact with intellectuals who began to die in succession. All the clues related to the case were broken, and she initially felt confused, but then slowly found some incredible evidence from the clues.

She found out that the hero was the murderer she was trying to catch. By then, he had committed countless blood cases to destroy his evidence.

The female detective thought she was going to kill herself the same way she killed the other witnesses, but the male lead did nothing after her card stall, leaving her with only one final kiss to die in darkness.

Love abuse is deep, eye-catching and tearful, and the end can be impressive.

But it's not easy to interpret a freaky character like the male lead, and that's exactly what Ronson's worried about.

He stared at the monitor, letting the light darken, and pointed down towards the field.

“Click."

The man in all the focal points of sight in the stage gently opened the curtain.

He smiled, his temperament suddenly changed, as if a breeze had blown in. Ronson's eyes sharply sharpened as his eyes swept very naturally toward the camera with tremendous movement.

Now this young man, and the man he just met, don't look at the five officials, it's like two!