I'm a Director, I'm Not Bad Chapter 473

  Chapter 473 471. Space dialogue

"Um…"

  The studio of "The Grandmaster".

   Just when Yang Mi was full of things, wondering how much torture Liang Chaowei would suffer, suddenly, she heard Wang Jiawei's words:

   "Okay, it's over."

   Tut.

   Still not satisfied? I have to kill Liang Chaowei...huh?

  Her eyes suddenly stopped.

   blah blah blah...what the hell?

  The expression she looked at Wang Jiawei could already be described as horror.

   Passed... Passed?

  Don't talk about her, the others are also a little confused.

   Even the most confused are those martial artists lying in the rain.

  Everyone looked in disbelief, staring blankly at the director wearing sunglasses.

   Passed...passed?

   "The next scene, Ah Jin, prepare for the dialogue between your character Ma San and Gong Haneda. TONY, thank you for your hard work. I will ask Ade to take you to the hospital."

  Liang Chaowei nodded in pain while covering his arms.

  Yang Mi, who heard this, instantly changed her impression of Wang Jiawei.

   It's okay, Director Wang doesn't care about people.

  As soon as the scene is over and out of the shooting state, I quickly care about the situation of the actors.

  She was thinking, when she heard another sentence:

   "Take a good rest for the past two months. After you rest, we will come to film the scene of you breaking into the golden building."

  The corner of her mouth twitched.

  Two...Two months?

have to.

   Boil it.

  Night.

   "Let me tell you, I really vomited. Today was originally a happy day, you know? Liang Chaowei fought a full month of rain and water battles, and finally passed the test, but in the end, he got stuck again with Zhang Jin and Wang Qingxiang."

   "Why is it stuck this time?"

"Why else? Zhang Jin can't control the characters. This scene is about Ma San fighting on behalf of the old man. His hands and feet are too heavy, and many people have been injured. He has lost face in the martial arts circle of Guangdong and Guangxi. The old man saw that his disciple was too sharp. This knife should be well hidden. Let him become famous in a few years... The two of them only had those few lines, but they couldn't achieve the effect he wanted after filming twenty times... Tomorrow, continue filming... Ahhh! I want Crazy!!"

  Listening to the complaints from his wife on the phone, Xu Xin scratched his head:

   "More than twenty times? What is the problem? The actor's acting skills are not up to the requirements? The lines are not well pronounced? Or what?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I'm not satisfied, and I don't say where, so I let Zhang Jin think about it. Zhang Jin is about to cry, you know? And the most exaggerated thing is... Do you know what he said to Liang Chaowei? He Said: TONY, take a good rest, and two months later, we will shoot the scene where you break into the golden building.

   If I remember correctly, that scene is about the Golden Tower, the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and then a group of people feed him... God knows how long it will take, it's really outrageous! Then I have a fight scene with him, when will it be my turn? "

  For a while, Xu Xin was also a little speechless.

  Because he couldn't figure out why he could shoot so slowly.

but…

   "Are you going back to Yanjing in a few days?"

"Yes, about "The Legend of Zhen Huan". But I guess according to the situation, it will be difficult for me to go back. I plan to discuss with Director Wang after Zhang Jin's scene is over tomorrow to see if I can focus on shooting mine first. The role. I really can't afford to waste here with him."

   "...It's fine, then you can adjust the time. As long as you can maintain the state."

"Um."

  Yang Mi rubbed her forehead with quite a headache:

   "Wow, it's excruciating... How are you doing?"

"It's halfway through, that's it. It's expected to be almost over by this time next month~ I'll go find you after the filming is over, and I'll also see what kind of torture you have. Study hard and use it for torture in the future you…"

"Ah."

  After his words were spoken, Yang Mi sneered:

"I won't say any harsh words. It seems that I am bullying the small. Just come here, and you can see after you come that everything you imagine now is nothing compared to this crew. Too much How naive, boy."

   "Haha~"

  Xu Xin chuckled, chatted with her for a while, and hung up the phone directly.

  What exactly happened to the wife has yet to be verified.

  But his current job is not easy.

   As we all know, it is actually the most difficult to catch up with the progress under certain circumstances.

   During the flowering period of this month, he has to complete all the shooting of "The Hawthorn" about the seasonal characteristics, and the pressure is actually not small.

   Fortunately, scheduling has always been his strong point, and how to arrange these tasks reasonably is quite handy.

   Moreover, the actors I found this time are all in good condition, and they can handle the roles they want to play.

  The only problem now is how to present the misty environment.

  In order to make the pale-based picture look more beautiful, he has several scenes set in misty rain.

  This kind of rain has to touch.

   Need luck.

   It won't work if it's too big, and it won't work if it's too small.

  I hope God will be good.

  Xu Xin is busy, and Yang Mi is not idle either.

  Zhang Jin and Wang Qingxiang's literary play took three days to shoot, but the martial play took a week.

   It's really a shot-by-shot cutout.

  A shot of a martial artist crashing and flying out of a railing in the Golden Building was repeatedly filmed and decorated repeatedly...

  Yang Mi, who watched patiently, was a little impressed.

  Wang Dao's temperament... is really super wearable.

  However, the plays these days are not just for the two of them, there is also a set that is being arranged in full swing.

   That is, after Gong Yutian lost, Gong Er held the Bawang Banquet again in the Golden Tower, intending to get back what the Gong family had lost.

  Yang Mi didn't know exactly how to shoot this scene.

   I only know that Wang Jiawei has been busy working on the set recently.

  Besides, she can often hear the sound of Western opera in the more and more exquisitely furnished set room.

   It was still sung on the old-fashioned gramophone.

  She also looked at the vinyl record specifically.

  But I don't understand the English above.

   After taking pictures and sending them to Jay Chou, Jay Chou explained to her:

   "The Psalm of Matthew, a section of Bach's "St. Matthew Passion". Ouch, good taste, have you started listening to opera recently?"

  Yang Mi didn't explain too much.

  She just took a photo of the set room, and after she got home and uploaded it to the computer, she translated the whole story of "The Passion of Matthew" and this single section, and listened to it.

  Close your eyes and simulate in your mind why Wang Jiawei wanted to add this song and this element in this Republic of China story.

  The set room is very luxurious.

  The song is holy and vigorous.

  How does he want to shoot? How to arrange it?

   Obviously it was just a confrontation with Ip Man before the fight...

  Thinking over and over again, pondering over and over again, over and over again thinking about what performance state I should use to deal with it.

   In the beginning, she simulated many scenarios.

  For example, she and Ye Wen confront each other.

  For example, two people hide a knife in their smiles.

   But nothing felt right.

  If this BGM is to be used here, with such a luxurious setting, she feels... the atmosphere of this scene should be a conflict with strong contradictions and contrasts.

   But what is the language structure of this conflict in the camera?

  What should the acting skills of the two be like?

  She thought about it for several nights, but she couldn't figure it out.

  Finally, she sent the photo to Xu Xin:

   "Brother, help me see this scene."

  Yuan'an side.

  God is beautiful.

  In the evening, Xu Xin finally captured the hazy and misty feeling he wanted.

   And directly made a decision to extract this shot and use it as a poster for "The Hawthorn Tree".

  No way, it's so beautiful.

  Liu Yifei, whose hair was slightly wet, held an old oil-paper umbrella, waiting for the camera of the third child in the misty rain.

  Don't say it's him, everyone in the production team admits…

  At this moment, Liu Yifei is not called a "mortal" sister like a fairy sister.

  You said that she really descended from a fairy, I believe it.

  He returned to the hotel with joy, and when he received a call from his wife, Zhang Yimou and Zhang Mo were also in his room.

  The old man also just came here today.

   Accompanied by Liu Yifei's shot.

  After coming back, we were supposed to have dinner together at night, and Xu Xin was showing him the shots he had taken recently, just like handing in homework for the old man to evaluate and evaluate, and received a call from his wife before he expected it.

  Turn on the computer and see the email.

   After downloading the photo and clicking on it, Xu Xin was suddenly delighted:

   "Ha, what is this for? The Last Supper?"

  Looking at the photo of the whole set divided by the luxurious decoration on the central axis, he said with a smile.

  Zhang Yimou didn't say a word, just staring at the photo and frowning.

   "The Last Supper? ... Mmm."

  Yang Mi, who was also staring at the computer, looked at it and said:

   "No wonder...you say that, it seems to be... no wonder the aria is used. I am sending you a file, and you can watch it together with this song."

   "Okay...you tell me what you want to do first?"

"This scene is where I'm going to shoot next. But I'm a little unsure these days, you help me find the feeling. This is the place where Gong Er and Ip Man went to the banquet before the confrontation. I thought of several emotions , it's not quite right. Director Wang wants to use this aria as the soundtrack, but I don't think it fits well..."

   While speaking, Xu Xin also received an email with an MP3 attachment.

   "Okay, let me see."

   After downloading the MP3, Xu Xin found out that it was about ten minutes long.

   "Ten minutes, so long..."

   "The original version is longer. The wheel said that the song composed by Bach is divided into two parts, the upper and lower parts, and it takes 3 hours together. This is the part that Director Wang will use..."

   While speaking, the song has already started.

  Xu Xin responded:

   "Okay, don't talk, I feel the feelings."

  Put down the phone, turn up the volume of the laptop, and at the same time make the photo full screen.

  He and the old man narrowed their eyes together.

   Zhang Mo on the side is also silently feeling...

   About three or four minutes later, Xu Xin suddenly said to the old man:

   "This feels like The Last Supper, doesn't it?"

   "It's not the feeling, it is."

  Zhang Yimou shook his head slightly and asked:

   "Have you seen the scene of the "Bach-Matthew Passion" conducted by Carl Richter?"

  Seeing Xu Xin's dazed look, he smiled:

   "The source of this audio. But things like religion... I don't study much. How do you feel now?"

"I'm thinking in combination with the story. A martial arts drama in the Republic of China suddenly needs to use this kind of Western elements... Leaving aside the soundtrack, it must be based on visual performance. There is Ip Man in this drama, there is Gong Er... you Can you understand me?"

  He thought that the old man didn't know what story "The Great Master" showed, so he planned to explain it.

   But the old man rolled his eyes directly, pointed to the central axis of the screen and said:

   "If you are seated, you have to be male left and female right... Find a picture of "The Last Supper" and compare the two sides."

   "Eh, good."

  Xu Xin hurried to Baidu.

  After downloading the picture, although the clarity is average, but comparing the two pictures one by one, the taste will come out immediately.

   While Zhang Mo was still thinking about how to compare the pictures with obviously different backgrounds, Xu Xin suddenly chuckled:

   "Ha, got it."

  Zhang Moxin said, what do you understand?

  But I saw Xu Xin pointing at the place the old man pointed just now:

"Then divide the branch according to the male left and the female right. Liang Chaowei, it should be here, and Yang Mi is on the right. If the two people's positions... definitely can't be like Jesus, spread their hands and lie flat. The two... oh yes .”

  He suddenly thought of something and shook his head:

   "This scene should not be male left and female right, it should be reversed. Liang Chaowei is on the right, because this scene is the scene of treating guests, right?"

"Um."

  Yang Mi on the phone responded:

   "Yes, that's the scene."

   "That's right, the winner treats guests. According to the master-slave relationship, Liang Chaowei should be the one who appears on the right side of the camera. And you happen to be on the left... If you look at it this way, this shooting angle..."

   "It has to be profiled."

  Zhang Yimou didn't bother about how the two sat.

  Because the central axis is there, it will be fine to follow the story of the script.

  He just answered:

"Profiling, static shooting. Since he decided to create such a holy atmosphere, there must be group actors around him. The group performances are static... I guess he will imitate the disciples in this painting, and put on various expressions ..."

  Xu Xin nodded slightly:

"Is it an observation? In the script, the Jinlou is a romantic place, and Sister Yao must be indispensable. Gong Er is a lady from a famous family. She must not be able to pose like **** here... It's not impossible. But no matter how she poses, The surrounding actors should also be watching her...behind her with static expressions?"

  Zhang Mo: What? behind what?

  And Zhang Yimou followed his words:

   "Yes, but you can't sit too loose. If you sit too loose, people will be able to tell who you are imitating at a glance. So... more should be onlookers. Just sit behind her and watch from her blind spot. As for expressions..."

  Zhang Mo: Oh, so it was about standing behind the protagonist.

  Zhang Yimou hasn't concluded yet, but Xu Xin has already figured out his ideas:

"Expressions... picky, judgmental, frivolous... or envious? No, no, no, there should be less envy. Jealousy is more appropriate. Right? Different people have different fates. They are lonely actors, but they are also women, but Gong Er can sit still. At the table... But she represents the Gong family, and Ye Man is the one who defeated her father. Logically speaking, it should be very tense here... But with this music..."

  Zhang Mo: I know, I know! Needle tip to wheat awn!

   The old man who had never guessed that his daughter was also "booing" in his heart responded:

"Well, since you are a lady, you should be educated and reasonable. No matter who hosts the banquet, the visitor is a guest. No matter how targeted you are, you won't show it at the dinner table. That would be rude. But you won't be too polite, too polite , the martial artist's aura weakened.

   Therefore, the faces of the two should be calm and calm. With this kind of expressiveness, it matches the atmosphere of the music very well. However, if it is determined in this way, some special contrasts are needed to express the difference between the two. "

  Zhang Mo:? ? ? ?

  Xu Xin, who knows more about the script and the content of the story, brightened his eyes:

   "Clothes...or make-up. How about it? A woman in the dust, with charming makeup, willow-leaf-browed eyebrows, and exquisite clothes. And Ye Wen and Gong Er can be more simple and elegant? Since we want to contrast this difference, then...

  The screen starts with the background first, and then pulls back little by little. When they were drawn to the two of them, the contrast in the makeup came out. The gorgeous but pink skull-like actor stood and commented on the two people on the table, but these two people were dressed in plain clothes... Su Hua sat at the table.

  Everyone put on makeup, reflecting her simple elegance. On the other hand, the world of mortals is full of skeletons and dry bones. These gorgeous but empty bodies have become a contrast to her achievements. Just want the feeling of a little green among thousands of flowers. She doesn't need makeup, and through the background behind, she becomes the most special one. "

  As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yimou expressed his agreement:

"Well, you can go like this. The expression doesn't have to be dignified or different from other people. You just need to wait quietly. Wait for the other party to speak first, or calmly say some tit-for-tat lines. Hide all the gunpowder here Among the holy and magnificent music and the surrounding "environment". Then she is the most different, and does not need any other embellishments..."

   "So, the two of you don't need to show your emotions too much, just keep that restraint."

"Can."

   Two people, you have a word, and I have a word.

  Three plus five and divide two put this BGM and this picture...Although I dare not say the best, but the most suitable shooting method is deconstructed.

  Even if Zhang Yimou didn't know the specific story content of "The Grandmaster", he didn't even know how the scenes before and after the scene were connected.

  But sometimes the truth is actually interlinked.

  The old man who has been immersed in this aspect for a lifetime has too much experience.

   After understanding the analysis, Xu Xin bowed his head and said to his wife on the phone:

   "Have you heard what Director Zhang said?"

"I heard it, and I understand it. Okay, then I'll start from this aspect... If Director Wang disagrees... Hey, I won't disagree. This scene must be shot at least ten times, and I can shoot it once according to my heart no matter what, At that time, I will tell the effect, and let him taste it after the filming. I will hang up... Thank you Director Zhang."

   Beep.

  The phone hangs up directly.

  Xu Xin also closed the two pictures and paused the music playback.

  Then turned on the dedicated video clip decoding player, connected the external camera to affect the storage device, and started to play the footage shot during this period.

  The two directors have already started the following work.

  But Zhang Mo, who was sitting next to the two of them, was still thinking about what the two said just now...

   Oh~~ Yes, yes, indeed, **** for tat is somewhat inappropriate.

  This kind of beautiful music and scenery, if they can match the contrast they said, the feeling of a prostitute judging the protagonist...well, it's great.

  Well, according to that, people really shouldn't be too scattered. Because I want to watch...

   After all, her thinking was still several beats behind the two of them on the whole line.

  By the time she had thoroughly figured out how to shoot this scene through the two of them, Xu Xin and the old man had already started exchanging the contents of several clips of "The Hawthorn Tree".

  Zhang Mo didn't have much emotion either.

  After this period of time, she has already tasted the gap between herself and Xu Xin.

  The most intuitive thing is the difference in thinking reaction speed.

   But she wasn't discouraged.

  Dad said that the ultimate goal of a director is to reach the same goal by different routes.

   What's the matter with him running faster?

how?

  Can you still fly?

   Chikan.

  When Yang Mi saw the group performers, all wearing gorgeous cheongsams, sitting in front of the makeup mirror and starting to put on makeup, she immediately understood that her brother and Director Zhang were on the right track.

  Then...it's easy.

  She walked directly to Wang Jiawei.

   "Director Wang, good morning, is it my show today?"

  Because of Wang Jiawei's unscripted filming nature, even an actor would have to ask about today's arrangement when he came in the morning.

as expected.

  Wang Jiawei nodded, and took out the crumpled note in his hand.

   "Here, take a look."

  Yang Mi took it over and took a look, there was a line written on it:

   "Gong Er is sitting in the room of the night banquet in the Golden Tower, waiting for Ye Wen's arrival with a temperament that is incompatible with the surroundings."

  The second line of words:

   "Gong Er and Ye Wen sat at the table, facing each other."

  Looking at these two lines alone, it is really outrageous father to open the door for outrageous.

   Outrageously home.

   But...

got used to.

   "Okay, got it."

  Yang Mi nodded and asked:

   "Has the makeup been designed?"

   "Well. You go."

"good."

  She memorized the contents of the note and walked directly to the dressing room.

soon.

  She looked at the almost plain-faced figure in the mirror, and she felt more confident.

   Exactly.

   Coming out of the dressing room, I happened to bump into Liang Chaowei, who was still wearing a **** his hand.

   Looking at the other person's arm, she had to sigh again in her heart.

  Don't say whether Xiangjiang's film industry is in decline or not. Leaving aside these things, in terms of professionalism alone, she has really learned.

  To be honest, if she broke a bone while filming by herself, she would definitely go to recuperate first.

  For work-related injuries caused by work, go for recovery treatment after the injury.

   This is a very normal phenomenon.

   has nothing to do with awareness.

  If you are injured, you don't go for treatment, but you choose to persevere with the injury. In her opinion...it's not the level of devotion to the great cause of mankind.

  Although it is said that filming is also for art, it is a bit outrageous to take this risk and continue filming.

   Unfortunately, Liang Chaowei persisted.

  Insisted on filming the fight scene before going to resume treatment.

   This is pretty outrageous.

   It's obviously not a particularly touching thing, but he did it like this, it seems that everyone really broke their arms and legs during filming, and it's not a big deal.

   The problem is that this is a kind of stupidity in itself.

  So, in this matter, she felt that Liang Chaowei was a bit too exaggerated.

   But this is also a matter-of-fact conclusion.

  From another perspective, the other party's professionalism is indeed worthy of her deep thinking and learning.

  The premise is not to gamble with your career.

  Risking the risk of sore bones and joints in the wind and rain for a play?

  Sorry, she can't do it.

   I'm not related to you, so why would I sell my life to you?

  You are not my brother.

   It's not that the earth will be saved after filming this movie.

   "Brother TONY, how is your arm?"

   she asked.

  Liang Chaowei smiled and nodded:

   "Morning... It's okay, just recover slowly. I just wanted to find you, let's go to the next scene? Did you ask Director Wang to see today's shooting task?"

  I can't move my arms, and the fighting scenes between the two of them, as well as other people's kung fu scenes, have to be postponed.

  So during this period of time, there were mostly literary and opera works.

   "I've looked for it, and I've seen it. Let's go..."

   As they spoke, the two walked towards the set temporarily named "The Last Supper" by Yang Mi.

   About half an hour passed.

  All actors have completed their makeup.

   Also separated from Liang Chaowei and Yang Mi after the play.

  The warm-up link for the two of them to enter the role is actually similar, they both need to be alone for a while without anyone.

  Yang Mi half-closed her eyes, turning a deaf ear to the words that Wang Jiawei was personally arranging these extra girls in her ears.

   After an unknown amount of time, she heard Wang Jiawei's voice:

   "It's ready to start shooting."

  Sui, open your eyes.

  Suhua is as beautiful as a proud snow plum, with calm eyes, and she walks step by step towards the table in the set room.

  Some girls are keeping Director Wang's explanation in mind at this moment, and have begun to maintain their expressions.

   When looking at Yang Mi, there was inevitably a gesture of scrutiny.

  However, Yang Mi didn't see them in her eyes.

   Don't need to have either.

   After a while, the back of the head is exposed to them, and they can look at it as they like.

  She walked into the frame of the camera step by step, step by step, little by little.

   walked into Wang Jiawei's sunglasses sitting in front of the monitor.

   In the first scene, Ip Man hasn't arrived yet.

  Gong Er wants to hold the whole audience by himself, "overwhelmingly gorgeous".

   And as she came to the seat step by step in the camera, the photographer has already started to focus.

  The experienced photographer had already focused the moment Yang Mi took her seat.

  Yang Mi took a seat.

  When she was sitting, her legs were spread out, and she stood upright, with a big horse.

   Logically speaking, it is definitely indecent for a woman to cheat when she is seated.

   But the table has a diamond-shaped tablecloth just enough to cover her legs.

  And this man's sitting posture can make her look very tall and straight. What's more, some people who have experience in opera know Yang Mi's posture at this moment at a glance. Even if the legs are not visible, that posture is based on the Peking opera technique of "small seat".

  Women do not give way to men.

   Therefore, in this scene, there is no need to think about her elegance when she maintains a sitting posture, just let the audience see her aura on the table.

  So.

   Cameras, monitors, and the eyes of everyone.

  They looked at the woman sitting behind the table wearing a black embroidered cheongsam, combing a ponytail, sitting upright, with one hand placed in front of the table, staring at somewhere, a motionless image...

   At this moment, Yang Mi is off.

  Mr. Gongji...

   Appear on stage.

   Instantly attracted the attention of the onlookers.

no way.

  The face can be hit.

but…

  Xu Haofeng on the side suddenly frowned.

  She is sitting in the wrong position...how can she face to the right?

   It should be facing left.

   However, he said nothing.

  Mimi's understanding of this script and Gong Er is no worse than anyone else.

  Since she chose to do this... she should have her own reasons.

  Look first.

   If it's really wrong, I'll bring it up with Director Wang when the time comes.

  Xu Haofeng thought secretly.

  (end of this chapter)

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