On the trees on both sides of the old streets, yellow leaves will fall inadvertently. When entering Philadelphia in autumn, people feel a little coolness.

David Finch stood in front of a recently-old apartment, directing the crew's staff to set the scene and place the camera. This was his first time in charge of the film's guide. He was naturally cautious in some aspects. Although he did not say anything, he also had very strict requirements on every detail.

"Amy!" David Finch called out to the deputy director, "Where is the actor? Why haven't you arrived yet? Didn't the actor ask me to shoot the empty streets?"

"David, don't worry." The deputy director quickly explained, "I just called Mr. Al Pacino, and he would arrive soon, but we sent to pick up Miss Nicole Kidman and Mr. Ryan Jenkins's car broke down halfway, and now they have called a taxi and are rushing here."

"Damn it!" David Finch cursed quietly. He encountered such a thing before the filming was turned on. It was really unlucky. He had never seen an actor who played the little boy so far. I don't know what Harvey Weinstein is doing. I hope that the child will be as good as he said, no! As long as he said half of what he said, he will be satisfied.

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

David Finch quickly looked over, and the first thing he wanted was a tall and cool girl. The woman was very tall and beautiful, but in the next moment, he was attracted by the boy she was holding.

The thin and thin body seemed to fall when the wind blew, and the light brown hair covered the pale face in a mess. The quiet appearance also had strength and an indescribable temperament, especially the sky blue eyes, which flashed from time to time with the brilliance of insight.

That's right! He's Cole! Just one look, the boy's appearance completely coincided with the Cole outlined in his mind. Although I don't know how good his acting skills are, from the perspective of appearance, there is nothing more suitable than him.

OK! Although Harvey Weinstein is a bit philanthropic, he did not disappoint him in selecting actors.

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

"Yes, it is said to be one of the oldest urban areas in the United States."

The answer was Pie Kinsley, who, compared to Nicole, had a better understanding of the history of Philadelphia than she was a standard American.

Holding Nicole Kidman's hand, he walked from the path between the low green belt to the apartment. The deputy director who had seen them quickly introduced them to both parties.

"Hello, Director Finch. It's so happy to know you. You can call me Ryan." Ryan did impeccable etiquette, just as Nicole said, he was the perfect little gentleman whenever he wanted, and his actions immediately won the favor of Mr. Director, "Well, Ryan, it's so nice to know you."

As the director in charge of the director, he naturally knew who the script was made. Although the script was almost broken by him, he was still surprised to see the main owner at this time. Such an outstanding story actually came from a child under ten years old. It was incredible. Can it be said that children born in the 1980s are so **?

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 knew what he was here to do. This is not a school or home that he could do randomly, forcibly suppress his temperament and let the female makeup artist apply it on his face.

Hell, I'm a boy, what's wrong with this makeup-paleting person? Ryan looked at the increasingly pale face in the mirror and murmured in his heart.

"Hello, Mr. Pacino!"

At the door of the temporary dressing room, the voice of an assistant suddenly came.

"Al Pacino?" Ryan knew who he was going to play some time ago. It's only 1989 now. Unless Harvey Weinstein's head gets in, he will never choose Bruce Willis.

This is not ten years later, Mr. Willis is now worthy of his facial paralysis.

But he never expected that the fat man actually chose Al Pacino to be the male lead. Well, Al is actually in the trough of his career now, and this movie requires an actor of the best actor to increase the box office appeal. It is probably this how the two hit it off.

The moment the makeup artist finished the work, Ryan jumped up from the chair, took out the signature book and pen from his backpack at lightning speed, and handed it to Al Pacino who had just sat down.

"Mr. Al Pacino, can I sign a name for me?" Ryan widened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man who was acting like an idol.

"No problem, you are..."

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

"Okay, Ryan, you can call me Al." He is indeed a famous old actor, and that kind of affinity naturally emanates.

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

Perhaps it was because of his age advantage or perhaps because of his positive and cheerful personality. Ryan won the favor of Al Pacino without spending much effort. When he changed into an American elementary school uniform and walked out of the dressing room, the two had already started chatting and laughing, and Ryan also took the opportunity to ask for some questions about performance.

The first thing to be filmed is the scene of the psychiatrist played by Al Pacino. Ryan also saw what the acting skills of the best actor were. After a few simple trials, Al quickly found his state.

"Cut! Very good!" David Finch clapped his hands hard, encouraging everyone on the crew, "Stay ten minutes."

The scene just now was taken of the psychologist Malcolm walking on the street. Although the autumn in Philadelphia was already a little cool, the shape of Al's windbreaker and scarf was still sweating after the shooting was completed.

"Are you nervous, Ryan?" Nicole held his hand and gently rubbed his palm with his thumb, wanting to soothe him in this way, because Ryan will be on stage in the next shot.

"Not nervous." Ryan denied it without thinking, but after meeting Nicole's gaze, he had to breathe a long sigh, "Okay, I admit, I'm a little nervous, but this is normal, right? Nicole, were you nervous when you first filmed?"

"Of course. I was so nervous that I even forgot the lines." Nicole said laughingly, "I would like to give you a good advice. You can imagine everyone present as a stone, which would be much better."

"Can you treat it as potatoes? Or onions and tomatoes?"

Maybe it was because he had no confidence in him, or maybe it was because he wanted to go from easy to difficult, Ryan's first scene was when Cole walked out of the apartment and left with locked the door. It was very simple, right?

"Cut! It's past."

After only two test shots, one official shot, this shot passed. Of course, it was not that Ryan had a great acting burst as soon as he came up, but that this was a blurry long-range shot. What he had to do was to open the door and carefully observe left and right.

But then I encountered big trouble. This was a close-up shot. Ryan needed to show a cautious, cautious, and a little cowardly after putting on his eyes.

"Cut! Ryan, relax, and have a natural expression."

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

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

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This time it was even more exaggerated. Ryan looked at the glasses that fell under his feet and smiled bitterly. Fortunately, David Finch is not James Cameron, otherwise...

David Finch also frowned. He had many years of experience shooting commercials and MTVs, so he naturally knew how difficult it was to let a child find the state of acting. Before the filming, he also talked to him. From the conversation between the two, he could see that this was a smart and precocious child. The heart he was holding couldn't help but put back half of it. Unexpectedly, more than half an hour passed, and the boy still did not make any progress.

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

"No, Ryan is stronger than anyone else." Nicole Kidman shook his head slowly and firmly, but no one could see the worry and distressed expression on his face. "Since he has chosen this path, he has to face it himself."

Ryan clenched his fists tightly, 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 misunderstanding some time ago, such as today's shooting.

"Cut!" After the rest and shouted another stop, David Finch came over and whispered, "Ryan, do you know what your problem is?"

"About one-third of it is because I suddenly became distracted, and one-third is because my body is stiff and trembling, and the remaining one-third is because I couldn't help but look at the camera."

To David Finch's expectation, Ryan knew exactly where his problem was. He patted the boy's arm, "Is there anything I need to help?"

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

Ryan's words and expression gave him inexplicable confidence. David Finch nodded, "Okay! Take ten minutes off!"
Chapter completed!