บท 309: In-character
Lucas and Jennifer huddled around the monitor, watching the playback of the scene they had just filmed. The footage was still in color, showcasing the rich details of the set and costumes before it would be transformed into the final black-and-white product.
Guillaume Schiffman, the cinematographer, had employed a unique approach to filming "The Artist." He used color film stock but lit the scenes as if for black-and-white cinema, creating deep contrasts and dramatic shadows. This technique would allow for a richer, more nuanced image when converted to black-and-white in post-production, giving the film a look that was both authentic to the 1920s era and subtly modern.
As they watched, Jennifer leaned in close to Lucas. "Your performance was incredible," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "The way you conveyed pain and defiance without a single word... it was beautiful."
Lucas finally broke his silence, a smile playing on his lips. "Thanks, Jen. You know, acting so exaggeratedly for the camera was really interesting. It's a whole different style, but there's something freeing about it. You can be so expressive."
Jennifer nodded eagerly. "I can't wait for my scene. It looks challenging but so much fun."
As Jennifer continued to analyze the footage, Lucas's mind drifted back to his previous life. A slight smile touched his lips as he remembered his days as an unknown actor, playing minor roles and even non-existent characters in small theater productions.
The memory filled him with a mix of nostalgia and gratitude. It reminded him of how far he'd come, not just in this life but in his growth as an actor.
This project was pushing him in new directions, challenging him to express himself without words. As he watched his performance, he could see elements of those early theater days - the exaggerated expressions, the physical comedy - but refined and elevated to a new level.
***
The few days of filming continued at a steady pace. Lucas remained deeply committed to his character, George Valentin, embodying the silent film star's persona both on and off camera.
The cast and crew working alongside him couldn't help but notice the layers in his performance.
While Lucas projected the confidence and gentlemanly demeanor of a 1920s matinee idol, there was also a subtle undercurrent of pride in his portrayal - not overstated, but present in the slight tilt of his chin, the sparkle in his eye when receiving adulation, the way he carried himself even when he thought no one was watching.
The production moved to the theatre location for the opening sequence of the film.
The grand old theatre had been meticulously dressed to recreate the glamour of a 1920s Hollywood premiere.
Extras in period costume filled the seats, creating a sea of fedoras, feathered headbands, and elegant evening wear.
Lucas stood backstage, fully costumed in a dapper tuxedo, mentally preparing for the scene. The dog that played his faithful companion, Jack, sat obediently at his feet.
Despite the bustle around him, Lucas remained focused, running through the tricks and gestures he had learned from the dog's owner, Omar von Muller.
Many of the extras were fans of Lucas, their excitement at being in his presence evident in their whispered conversations and stolen glances.
However, they maintained a respectful distance, understanding the importance of not disturbing the actors during rehearsal. They watched in admiration as Lucas knelt down, practicing the hand signals and silent commands that would guide the dog through their on-stage performance.
As the assistant director called for places, Lucas took a deep breath, straightened his bow tie, and gave the dog an affectionate pat.
***
On stage, the scene unfolded with the extras playing their part as an enraptured 1920s audience. They had just witnessed the climactic ending of George Valentin's latest silent film, and their applause was thunderous and genuine.
As the applause died down, an announcer introduced George Valentin to the stage. Lucas, fully embodying his character, strode out with confident steps. He waved grandly to the audience, his megawatt smile lighting up the entire theatre.
The extras, many of whom were actual fans of Lucas, found it easy to channel their admiration into their performances. Their cheers and applause rang out with authentic fervor, their faces beaming with exaggerated joy as befitting the silent film era.
George bowed elegantly, his movements graceful yet slightly over-the-top, perfectly capturing the theatrical style of the time. He blew kisses to the audience, reveling in their adoration. The extras responded in kind, some pretending to swoon, others reaching out as if trying to touch the beloved star.
However, as George continued to bask in the limelight, he seemed to forget an important part of the proceedings. His co-star, the heroine of the film-within-a-film, stood waiting in the wings, expecting to be introduced. But George, caught up in the moment - or perhaps deliberately teasing - seemed to forget about her entirely. Instead, he began to dance playfully for the audience, hamming it up and soaking in their adulation.
Backstage, the actress playing George's co-star played by (Missi Pyle) watched this display with growing frustration. Her smile, maintained for the benefit of anyone who might be watching, began to strain at the edges. She turned to the producer standing nearby, her voice low but sharp with annoyance.
"He's forgotten about me again, hasn't he?" she hissed, her eyes never leaving George's prancing figure on stage. "This isn't the first time. Something needs to be done about his ego."
The producer, a portly man with a worried expression, dabbed at his forehead with a handkerchief. "Now, now," he muttered, "let's not make a scene. I'm sure he'll remember any moment now..."
Missi Pyle, playing George's co-star, and the actor portraying the producer embraced the spirit of silent film, engaging in an animated, albeit silent, exchange backstage. Their exaggerated expressions and gestures added depth to the scene, even though their words wouldn't be heard in the final cut. This improvisation helped create a more authentic atmosphere, with the actors fully immersing themselves in the world of the film.
On stage, George continued to charm the audience. He made a sweeping gesture towards the wings, and Constance's face lit up with anticipation, believing her moment had finally arrived. Her smile was radiant as she prepared to step into the spotlight.
However, George's gesture was merely a tease. Instead of introducing her, he suddenly called for his canine co-star waiting in the opposite wing. At Lucas's signal, the Jack Russell terrier bounded onto the stage, tail wagging excitedly.
His co-stars smile faltered, replaced by a look of genuine disappointment and irritation.
The actor playing the producer couldn't suppress an amused smile at the situation.
George delighted the crowd with a series of tricks performed with the dog. At his command, the terrier rose up on its hind legs, balancing impressively. Then, with another gesture from George, the dog began to "dance," hopping on its hind legs alongside its human co-star. The audience erupted in laughter and applause, thoroughly enchanted by the duo's performance.
During his time on set, Lucas had taken special care to build a relationship with his canine co-star. He had spent hours playing with the dog, feeding it treats, and practicing their routines together. This dedication paid off in the dog's obedience and the natural chemistry between them on screen.
After thoroughly entertaining the audience with the dog's performance, George finally decided it was time to end his playful teasing of his co-star. With a grand, sweeping gesture, he introduced her to the adoring crowd.
Missi Pyle stepped onto the stage with a genuine smile, her earlier frustration melting away as she basked in the applause.
George gallantly offered his arm to Constance, and the two began to dance on stage, their movements graceful and synchronized.
As they twirled across the stage, George leaned in close to her, his voice low but filled with self-importance. "My dear Missi," he said, catching her off guard with the use of her real name, "isn't it marvelous how they adore us? Well, primarily me, of course."
Missi's eyes widened in surprise.
This wasn't in the script - there wasn't supposed to be any need for dialogue in this scene at all. She looked deeply into Lucas's eyes as they continued to dance, momentarily breaking character as she tried to understand what was happening.
"Oh, darling," George went on, "you're doing splendidly. Just remember to stay a half-step behind me. The audience came to see George Valentin, after all."
As they spun, Missi realized that maybe... Maybe Lucas wasn't just acting anymore and that he had fully become George Valentin.
The ego, the charm, the subtle manipulation of the spotlight - it was all there in his eyes, his posture, his very being.
Missi continued to dance, following George's lead while maintaining her character as best she could.
Despite her confusion over Lucas's unexpected behavior, she remained professional, adapting to the situation and responding with appropriate silent film-era expressions and gestures.
As the scene unfolded, the key crew members - including Guillaume Schiffman, Laurence Bennett, and the Mark Bridges - watched intently on the monitors.
They couldn't help but notice the subtle yet unmistakable shift in Lucas's performance. The arrogance and ego of George Valentin seemed to have taken on a life of their own.
Michel observed the scene with a mixture of surprise and fascination. His assistant director, visibly concerned, leaned in to whisper, "Should we cut? Lucas isn't following the script, and Missi seemed to break character for a moment. The scene isn't playing out as we planned."
Michel, however, held up a hand to silence the concern. He shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving the monitor.
The assistant director's brow furrowed in confusion. "But... they've gone completely off-script. Shouldn't we reset and do another take?"
Michel turned to his assistant, a small smile playing on his lips. "No," he said softly. "There's nothing wrong with this scene. In fact, it's perfect."
"Perfect?" the assistant echoed, bewildered. "But Lucas is-"
"Lucas," Michel interrupted, "is playing George Valentin with a level of authenticity I've never seen before. He's not just acting the role; he's living it. This is exactly what I wanted, even if I didn't know it until now."
***
Meanwhile, Jennifer watched from the sidelines, her eyes fixed on Lucas's performance. As the scene progressed, she felt a growing sense of unease. The man on stage seemed less and less like the Lucas she knew. His movements, his expressions, even the way he carried himself had subtly shifted. It was as if she was watching George Valentin himself, not Lucas playing a role.
She wondered if she should be worried about this level of transformation, unsure of where Lucas ended and George began.
On stage, Lucas could feel the character of George taking control. It was an exhilarating and slightly unnerving experience, as if he was a passenger in his own body, watching George's actions unfold.
When Michel finally called "Cut!", Lucas felt control rush back to him. For a moment, he stood still, amazed at what had just transpired. The experience had taught him something valuable - that even in a silent film, there was room for voice and dialogue, at least during the filming process.
Lucas realized that while he had initially adhered strictly to the silent format, communicating only through exaggerated body language and only speaking when absolutely necessary for the script, George had shown him a different approach.
Outside of the actual "film within a film" scenes, George wasn't silent. He had a voice, a personality that extended beyond the exaggerated gestures of silent cinema.
He understood now that he could portray George more subtly yet more clearly in scenes set outside of George fictional silent films. He didn't need to rely solely on over-the-top movements.
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