Peninsula: I can steal the luck of disgraced celebrities

Chapter 115 Logical Accent

Lin Chih-hsun has recently acquired a new nickname on set: "Lin the Immortal".

The cause was nothing more than what happened that day.

A group of burly thugs rushed over, but they were like puppets manipulated by an invisible force, some falling and bumping into things, eventually rolling on the ground in agony.

Lin Chih-hsun didn't even roll up his sleeves from beginning to end, and his white shoes only had a little dust on them.

After this story spread, the way everyone in the crew looked at Lin Chih-hsun changed.

Lighting technician Lao Pu would clasp his hands together and bow every time he passed by Lin Zhixun, while stage manager Xiao Jin secretly slipped his lucky charm into Lin Zhixun's makeup bag.

I don't know if I'm praying for Lin Chih-hsun or for myself.

Since that day, no more thugs have come to the set to cause trouble.

Lin Zhixun didn't know why those people had quieted down, but his intuition told him that they weren't up to anything and were probably waiting for a more suitable opportunity.

However, with the filming schedule so tight, he couldn't think about these things right now.

There was only one person in the crew who never teased Lin Chih-hsun with the nickname "Lin the Immortal".

This person is Zhang Guang, who plays the twin principals.

the reason is simple.

Zhang Guang is a devout Protestant Christian who goes to church every Sunday without fail, carrying not a script but a well-worn Korean Bible with him.

In his worldview, witchcraft is Satan's trickery, a heretical path that leads people astray.

Therefore, he has a completely different explanation for what happened that day.

He believes that Lim Chih-hsun received the grace of God.

Zhang Guang originally didn't want to take this role.

It's a dark story about child abuse, and he's playing the hypocritical, devilish principal.

This made him extremely resistant. As a devout believer, he felt that playing such a blasphemous role was a defilement of his faith.

But life won't be kind to you just because you have faith.

Zhang Guang, 67, has little savings. His son and daughter are both paying mortgages in Seoul, and his wife's medical expenses are a significant monthly burden.

Now, he feels that taking on this role was a divine guidance.

Everything was for the purpose of him meeting Lin Chih-hsun.

This is a lamb that has clearly received the Lord's grace, yet still wanders aimlessly.

From that day on, Zhang Guang stuck to Lin Zhixun like a piece of chewing gum.

They would talk about it during breaks, while eating, and even while putting on makeup.

From Genesis to Revelation, from Abraham to Paul, from Martin Luther's Ninety-Five Theses to Calvin's doctrine of predestination.

That enthusiasm was even more intense than that of a pyramid scheme leader.

Today is Lin Chih-hsun's first official scene on set.

The scene being filmed was a segment where a popular TV personality witnessed the principal beating students in the corridor of a special school.

There are no lines; the fear and anger are conveyed solely through eye contact and body language.

Hwang Dong-hyuk called "Cut" three times before he was satisfied, and finally patted Lin Chih-hsun on the shoulder and said "Not bad".

Lin Zhixun pulled himself out of his emotions and let out a long breath.

He took the bottled water handed to him by the stagehand and was about to return to the rest area to go over his lines for tomorrow.

A familiar figure was already standing next to the folding chair with a smile.

Zhang Guang.

He was wearing his faded beige cardigan, holding a Bible in his hand, with a kind yet firm smile on his face.

Lin Chih-hsun knew without asking why he was there.

But he really couldn't bring himself to lash out at Zhang Guang.

It's not because of the Korean seniority system; Lim Ji-hoon has never cared much about those superficial hierarchical systems.

It's Zhang Guang himself who's at fault; he's not doing anything bad.

They just want to recruit you into their religion, but it's not some kind of cult.

Besides, a 67-year-old man with hardly any hair left speaks to you with genuine concern every time. You can't just yell at him, "Leave me alone!"

Lin Chih-hsun could only sigh helplessly, sit down, and adopt an attitude of listening attentively.

"Senior, I've said this many times already." Lin Zhixun tried his best to make his tone sound sincere and firm, "I believe in Buddhism, and I cannot go against my Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva to convert to Protestantism."

"I know that's not why I came to see you today," Zhang Guang said with a smile, putting the Bible into his cardigan pocket.

Lin Zhixun was taken aback for a moment, then looked at him warily.

Not proselytizing? Has the sun risen in the west?

"Oh? What is it?" Lin Zhixun put down the mineral water bottle in his hand and leaned forward slightly.

Zhang Guang pulled up a chair and sat down, his expression turning serious.

"I watched your performance just now," Zhang Guang said, speaking a little slower than usual. "You acted well, your emotions were on point, and your eyes showed nuance."

Lin Zhixun nodded, waiting for what was to come.

"But I've noticed some issues with your dialogue scenes." Zhang Guang pulled a folded-corner script from his pocket. "Out of kindness, I'd like to give you some pointers beforehand, so you don't run into problems when we actually film the dialogue scenes tomorrow."

"A dialogue scene?" Lin Zhixun asked, somewhat puzzled.

There were no lines in the scene we filmed today. How did Zhang Guang discover the problem?

Zhang Guang seemed to sense his confusion and explained, "I overheard you rehearsing your lines in the rest area this afternoon. You were very focused, but you made several mistakes in logical stress."

Lin Zhixun recalled that he had indeed quietly recited his lines for tomorrow in the rest area that afternoon, but he didn't expect the old man to overhear him.

"Yes, your logical stress is flawed."

Zhang Guang opened the script and pointed to one of the pages.

For example, in this sentence—"My brother can't hear anything and can't speak to ask for help"—when you read it, you emphasize "can't hear".

Lin Zhixun thought about it and realized that was indeed how it was pronounced.

The emphasis is placed on "cannot hear" when deaf and mute children are said to be deaf, highlighting their physical disability. Isn't that reasonable?

But the point of that statement is not "cannot hear".

Zhang Guang's finger touched the words "SOS".

"When Quanminxiu said this, his core emotions were anger and helplessness."

"His anger wasn't because the children couldn't hear him."

"That's a given fact; there's no need to emphasize it."

He was angry that his brother couldn't even ask for help. The emphasis should be on "ask for help" so that the audience can feel that despair.

He repeated the sentence in his mind, adjusting the emphasis as Zhang Guang had instructed.

Sure enough, the emotional intensity of the entire sentence was completely different.

Zhang Guang then gave several more examples of mistakes he made in his dialogue scenes.

Lin Chih-hsun is not entirely ignorant about logical stress.

Although the original owner was not formally trained, she had read relevant books when she was self-studying acting theory.

Simply put, logical stress is the use of emphasis on key words in a sentence to convey the speaker's intention and emotion.

The same sentence conveys completely different messages depending on where the emphasis is placed.

For example, "I didn't steal your money"—

The emphasis is on "I," meaning someone else stole it, not me; the emphasis is on "steal," meaning I borrowed or took it, not stole it; the emphasis is on "your," meaning I stole someone else's money.

This tests both the screenwriter's scriptwriting skills and the actor's understanding of the character.

You need to know what this character wants to emphasize most in this situation.

This can even extend to the field of writing.

Whether a sentence has clear logical stress directly determines how tiring it is for the reader and whether they can quickly grasp the key information.

And the idol dramas that Lin Chih-hsun filmed before.

Most of the lines are short phrases like "Oppa, what's wrong?" "I'm fine" "You're lying," so there's no need to consider any logical emphasis.

Just read it out loud; the audience is looking at your face, not your lines.

But "Silenced" is different.

This is a movie that needs to tear the audience's hearts apart with its dialogue.

Lin Zhixun abandoned his relaxed posture, sat up straight, and looked at Zhang Guang intently.

"Teacher Zhang Guang, how should I revise it?"

Zhang Guang felt a slight sense of smugness.

Before, when I tried to chat with you, you always made excuses to slip away. Today, it seems you're finally going to trouble me.

But he didn't show it on his face, he just gave a soft "hmm", then opened the script and started to guide Lin Chih-hsun line by line, beginning with his first scene with lines.

Which word should be emphasized, which should be pronounced softly, where to pause for a moment to allow emotions to settle, and where to finish speaking to create a sense of pressure.

He explained it in great detail, giving a full reason for every adjustment.

It's not the kind of mysterious "you have to feel it with your heart" approach, but rather solid technical analysis.

Zhang Guang's coaching style bears the strong imprint of a voice actor.

This is not surprising, as he started out as a voice actor.

In 1978, Zhang Guang, then in his early twenties, was recruited by East Asia Broadcasting Corporation to become a full-time voice actor.

In those days, foreign films and television shows in South Korea were all dubbed; there were no subtitles.

A voice actor must use their voice to fully portray a character.

The impressions conveyed by a person's age, personality, emotions, and even appearance are all transmitted through their voice.

A veteran with over thirty years of experience teaching voice acting is naturally a masterclass.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Lin Zhixun felt as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened up.

When he was filming idol dramas before, all the directors praised his acting skills.

It turns out it wasn't that I was particularly strong, but that I had been playing in high-level games before.

Now that I'm making movies and acting alongside these professional actors, I realize how many shortcomings I have.

As for the previous "Warring States", I can only say that Brother Honglei went too far.

Lin Chih-hsun closed the script, stood up, and bowed deeply to Chang Kuang.

"Thank you for your guidance today, senior."

"I've just finished filming, so let me treat you to a meal. There's a good ginseng chicken soup place in Gwangju that Gong Yoo recommended before."

"No need, no need." Zhang Guang waved his hands repeatedly, a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction in his smile. "It's what I should do. As a senior in the industry, it's my duty to guide you newcomers."

He paused, then added, "And you do have great potential. Keep honing your skills, and your future is limitless."

Despite Lin Zhixun's repeated invitations, Zhang Guang still declined.

Finally, the old man happily tucked the Bible away, and before leaving, he turned back and said, "Next time I have time, I'll tell you the story of Moses leaving Egypt; it's very similar to your current situation."

Lin Zhixun shook his head with a wry smile.

Sure enough, his missionary spirit never died.

That evening, Lin Zhixun returned to his hotel and practiced his lines for the next day in front of the mirror for two hours.

For each sentence, I followed Zhang Guang's method, repeatedly pondering the position of logical stress and adjusting my breath and pauses.

By the end of the training, he felt that his understanding of the role of Quanminxiu had deepened.

This character is not just a "stubborn, victimized brother".

He represents the questions raised by young people in this society.

How should we "take revenge" when the law fails to represent justice?

Lin Chih-hsun went to sleep with this confidence, ready to show off his skills on set the next day.

For each sentence, I followed Zhang Guang's method, repeatedly pondering the position of logical stress and adjusting my breath and pauses.

By the end of the training, he felt that his understanding of the role of Quanminxiu had deepened.

The next morning, he arrived at the set forty minutes early, got his makeup and costume done, and sat by the monitor waiting for filming to begin.

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The script lay open on his lap, with each line of dialogue marked with an accent mark and a pause symbol in pencil.

Hwang Dong-hyuk arrived even earlier than him.

The director sat behind the monitor, his black-rimmed glasses reflecting the morning light, a pen in his hand scribbles and rewrites on the script.

When he saw Lin Zhixun approaching, he looked up and adjusted his glasses.

"Shihoon, come here for a second."

Lin Zhixun walked over and noticed that Huang Donghe's script was covered with revision marks, with many parts crossed out and rewritten in red pen.

"I rethought the character of Quanminxiu last night." Hwang Donghyuk spoke quickly, as if talking to himself, "I've decided to make some changes to the character design."

Lin Zhixun had a vague sense of unease.

"What if he's deaf and mute?"

Hwang Dong-hyuk suddenly looked up, his eyes sparkling with the light that a director has when he finds inspiration.

"It's not complete deafness or muteness, but a language impairment caused by acquired hearing loss. He can hear a little, but his speech is unclear."

Lin Zhixun froze.

"I revised the script last night." Hwang Dong-hyuk handed over the script covered in red writing. "I deleted all the lines from the national show, leaving only one line."

Lin Chih-hsun took the script and turned to the part about the popular variety show.

Sure enough, the page that was originally full of dialogue is now just a blank page with a single line of text in the middle.

That was the final scene of the film, where Jeon Min-soo broke down outside the courtroom after learning that his grandmother had forgiven the abuser.

There is only one line.

No, it can't even be called dialogue.

The script reads: "Everyone's hair spits out incoherent screams, as if saying 'why' or 'no,' but no one can understand it."

Lin Zhixun stared at that line of text for a long time.

Then he slowly closed the script and took a deep breath.

Last night's two hours of dialogue practice, half an hour of Zhang Guang's generous instruction, the pencil markings of emphasis, and the repeated practice of pauses and breath control—all these were part of the experience.

It was all for nothing.

Lin Zhixun closed his eyes and silently apologized to Senior Zhang Guang in his heart.

You taught me so well, but I don't need your help anymore.

We'll just have to wait for the next movie.

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