Hualiu Director

Chapter 76 "Buried Alive" Finished

In the Huairou film and television base, a studio with an area of ​​only about 100 square meters is setting up the scene, but unlike other studios, there is no need for lighting racks, slide rails, or rockers.

A coffin with an inner space of two meters long, 65 centimeters wide and [-] centimeters high was fixed on the ground.

"We have done special treatment for this prop coffin, and we have also tested for formaldehyde inside, and there is no problem at all."

Props master Li Zimin introduced his latest prop work to director Lin Hong and starring Huang Xiaoming, which he personally made according to Lin Hong's request.

"Except for the bottom plate which must be fixed to the ground, the other five pieces can be easily disassembled, but the actors will not shake when they are doing actions inside, which can definitely simulate the feeling of being buried underground."

Lin Hong started to shake the prop coffin with his hands, but found that it was not moving at all.

Huang Xiaoming was even more amazing. He lay in the coffin and experienced it. When he came out, his complexion was not very good, but he recovered quickly.

"This space is just right, not too big or too small, neither will it affect the performance, nor will the rationality of the props be questioned."

Huang Xiaoming was very satisfied with this prop coffin, although it was a bit awkward.

"Brother Xiaoming, one side of the prop coffin is always open during the actual shooting. I will try to keep your cramped and depressed within a controllable range. If I find that your state is not right, I will take the initiative to call cut."

Lin Hong thinks filming is important, but Huang Xiaoming's health is more important, he can sacrifice so much for the film, Lin Hong can't really treat others like horses and cows.

"Don't, unless I made a mistake or you don't think the scene is right, don't call cut. I have thought about the state of people buried alive in the past two days, and I think it may be more terrifying than I thought. If I really It’s time to start filming, you absolutely don’t want to stop, just keep shooting, or you’ll have to start all over again and be even more tired.”

Huang Xiaoming's meaning is very clear, short-term pain is worse than long-term pain, and shoot directly when the state comes.Lin Hong didn't know this truth, what else could he say besides admiring Huang Xiaoming.

Regarding this matter, Lin Hong could only nod in the end, but he also put forward his own insistence, that is, a psychiatrist was assigned to the crew.

In addition to installing the prop coffin, another important task of the prop team is to cover the entire studio with black cloth, so that there is no trace of external light.

The work of the field manager is very simple, that is, guard the door to prevent anyone from approaching, and cannot make any noise. Everyone's mobile phones must be muted, and even coughing is not allowed, because Lin Hong wants to be the first to listen to the original sound of the scene.

In order to make the filming go smoothly, Lin Hong resolutely rejected the request of the "Ask the Director for Advice" program group to shoot the extras, saying that they would give them the extras at that time, and there was no need to come here specially for the filming, as he was afraid of delaying the progress.

Compared with field affairs, the lighting engineer is more relaxed.There is only one headlight facing the prop coffin, but this light will be turned off before starting up, and it will only be turned on for lighting when it is resting.Because this show doesn't need a lighting engineer at all, from beginning to end, the actors will light themselves.There will be no light outside the coffin on the shooting site. Even Lin Hong’s director’s monitor will be specially covered, and the flashing lights on the camera will be taped up, in order to give Huang Xiaoming the illusion that he is the only one in this space.

"Clear the scene, start the machine in 5 minutes!"

After director Lin Hong gave an order, Liao Xingmin quickly kicked out the irrelevant people, including himself.In the studio, apart from the director Lin Hong, the actor Huang Xiaoming, the prop master Li Zimin who disassembled and installed the prop coffin, the first photographer Zeng Shuming and the second photographer Xing Wei, the art director Zhang Wentong and the psychologist were allowed to stay in the studio , even Kong Xiao was kicked out by Lin Hong, because the director needed absolute silence on the scene, and he would never add one more person if there was one less.

Not only are there few people staying in the studio, those who stay are like ghosts away from the camera, trying not to let the light shine.

Everything was ready, Huang Xiaoming lay down in the coffin nervously.

"Brother Xiaoming, we'll start if we're ready. I've given the crew an order. Except for me who will talk to you, all of them are not allowed to talk to you until the end of work today, even during the lunch break. You can’t communicate with other people. I’ve already said hello to your assistant, he’ll keep your phone for you, and he won’t come over unless there’s something important before the end of work.”

These two had already communicated with each other before, and Huang Xiaoming also understood what Lin Hong meant, but obviously he was more ruthless to himself.

"No problem, don't talk to me except for the show."

Lin Hong made a movement of zipping his mouth, then signaled Zhang Wentong to hit the board, and at the same time turned off the headlight.

"The first scene of the movie "Buried Alive", the first scene, the first line, action!"

There was dead silence in the darkness, without any sound, Lin Hong's left hand was gently pulled by someone, judging from the position, it should be Zhang Wentong, probably asking Lin Hong what's going on, should he call cut to turn on the light to see what's going on? Condition.

Lin Hong ignored Zhang Wentong, and at this moment he chose to believe in Huang Xiaoming.

If the director doesn't call cut, the others will insist on not stopping the work at hand. This is the rule of the crew.

Finally, after half a minute of death-like silence, there was a slightly heavy panting sound, and then the panting sound became louder and louder, and then there were dull sounds of beating the coffin wall and groping.

(Lin Hong suddenly remembered an article in classical Chinese called "Ventulite" that he learned when he was a child. With one person, one table, one chair, one leaf, and one stroke of a foot, a ventriloquist can perform a song that makes the guests leave the table in dismay , two battles, the effect of almost wanting to go first. Huang Xiaoming's performance just now actually started with half a minute of dead silence, and then the message he conveyed with his voice in the dark can completely let Lin Hong know what he is doing. What. I have to say that there is a reason why he won the Best Actor award. His understanding of scripts and interpretation of roles has surpassed that of ordinary actors.)

There was a crackling sound, a cluster of flames illuminated the coffin, and Lin Hong finally saw the picture on the monitor. At this time, Huang Xiaoming's hair was messy, unshaven, his face was covered with sweat mixed with mud stains, and his nails were full of stains Holding the metal kerosene lighter with trembling hands, he was panting violently.Zhou Shu carefully placed the lighter in the corner of the coffin, and then pulled off the cloth strip in his mouth with difficulty.

(If the hair and beard are the result of Huang Xiaoming not taking care of them for two days, the mud stains and tiredness on the face can be achieved through makeup, and the stains in the nails are the effect that Huang Xiaoming picked out on the ground before. It was too tight. At this moment, traces could be clearly seen on his face, so it can only be said that he is dedicated to his work. However, Lin Hong couldn't figure out why he was sweating so much in just a few minutes!? Presumably it was in That half-minute of darkness played a role either through holding his breath, or perhaps his claustrophobia.)

The shooting continued. The first shot was a 2-minute long shot. Zhou Shu woke up in horror and found himself locked in a small space. He didn't realize his situation until he found the lighter. He was buried alive.

Then he frantically struggled and hit the coffin in an attempt to escape, but all he did in panic and panic was in vain, and he couldn't change anything.

"Help, help!" Zhou Shu knocked over the lighter in his madness, because Li Zimin made a small mechanism before, so the moment the lighter fell down, he just covered the lid and the flame went out.

"Cut, this one is over, it's perfect!"

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I shot for three hours in the morning, and there were a total of nine shots that satisfied Lin Hong. Thanks to Huang Xiaoming's claustrophobia, it really took effect, and he could easily get into the mood, so the number of times of ng in the morning was not too many, several times Or because of other people coughing.The effective time is about 8 to [-] minutes, and the effective material of the two cameras is more than half an hour.This progress can be said to be a mythical version of the existence of other feature film crews, but it can only be regarded as basic practice for Lin Hong.

It was time for lunch, Huang Xiaoming was sitting alone in a corner with a lunch box, and other people were chatting and laughing in groups in the distance, but no one looked at him.Although in the same space, it seems like two worlds.

Huang Xiaoming's assistant saw the boss's pitiful look from a distance, and felt a little unbearable, but thinking that this was the crew, Huang Xiaoming had told everyone to listen to the director before, so he could only accept it.

The feeling of being isolated is very uncomfortable, coupled with the dark environment and the cramped prop coffin, Huang Xiaoming almost broke himself in just one morning, but he told himself in his heart that this is work, this is acting, this not true.But when he heard the action, he could switch to that hopeless and helpless mood again.

"Where did I get 500 million as a taxi driver? Neither does my mother, nor does my ex-wife. You have to tell me to believe it!"

Huang Xiaoming roared angrily at the man on the other end of the phone, but soon humbly begged for mercy.

"I beg you, let me go, you must have tied up the wrong person!"

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"Hurry up and check the location of your mobile phone, hurry up!"

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"Mom, don't give up on me. Go and borrow money for me. I will earn money and pay back the money when I come back. I am your son. Don't give up on me."

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"Don't hurt her, please, I will cut it, I will cut it now..."

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"cut, perfect, finished!"

On the afternoon of the third day of shooting, as Lin Hong yelled these words, the extremely oppressive atmosphere in the studio was finally broken by bright lights and cheers from several people.The crew in charge of security outside heard the sound and knew what was going on. Liao Xingmin rushed in with a bouquet of flowers.

Lin Hong took the flowers and walked towards the prop coffin. Huang Xiaoming was still crying at the corners of his eyes, and looked at Lin Hong with empty eyes, obviously he hadn't come out of the scene yet.

"Brother Xiaoming, it's over, welcome back to the ground!"

Huang Xiaoming reacted, he stood up holding Lin Hong's hand, and then stepped out of the prop coffin.

Lin Hong hugged Huang Xiaoming. In the past three days, he had learned a lot from this actor, and he wanted to use this hug to thank him for his hard work.

"It's terrible, I don't want to lie in it again for the rest of my life!"

Lin Hong really wanted to say that you can't help it at that time, but now is obviously not the time to make such a joke.

"Let's go brother Xiaoming, let's go out to bask in the sun, you take a bath and I will accompany you for a drink in the evening, and we will sing in the evening."

According to past habits, Lin Hong was eager to start sorting out the film tonight, but he felt that it was necessary to accompany Huang Xiaoming first.

"No, I haven't been home for a few days, I want to go back and see Xiaohai first."

In order to better integrate into the role, Huang Xiaoming was isolated during the day and chose to stay in a hotel at night. He didn't even make phone calls or videos. He really misses his son right now.

"Brother, listen to me, don't go home tonight, let's make adjustments and wait until tomorrow!"

Lin Hong asked repeatedly, Huang Xiaoming also realized that his current state is very wrong, if he goes back like this, he will scare Xiao Hai.

"I was negligent, or you were thoughtful, that's fine, I will listen to your arrangement tonight!"

There are two best ways for men to express their emotions, one is to fight, and the other is to drink.

Huang Xiaoming's drinking capacity is good, but facing the young Lin Hong, he is still a little bit worse when drinking baijiu, but Lin Hong is not much better, but he can walk a little straighter than Huang Xiaoming.

In this way, the two still supported each other into the ktv box, and then a group of people wailed and sang in it, especially Lin Hong's singing was ugly.

"Lin Hong, you don't have to talk about writing songs. This singing is too amateurish. You have had your throat choked by a demon!" The two of them got to know each other well in the past two days, and Huang Xiaoming didn't feel burdened at all when he joked about Lin Hong. Anyway, this little brother is bold and not a stingy person.

"Brother Xiaoming, you are not much better, or I will order you the title song of your previous album, and see if your original singer can sing 80 points." Facing Huang Xiaoming's ruthless ridicule, Lin Hong naturally To retort.

Huang Xiaoming was not embarrassed at all, because after 2 minutes, Lin Hong found that there was no Huang Xiaoming's song here at all, but he was very glad that he couldn't find it, because he knew that he would definitely not be able to sing 80 points. Fortunately, "Kiss Your Baby "Singing is not very difficult. After a few days, I will go to the recording studio to record the song. Every ktv in the country must have this song, and then Huang Xiaoming can be regarded as someone who has a representative repertoire.

Thinking of his son Xiaohai and the song, a warm smile appeared on Huang Xiaoming's face, and the despair in the coffin left him.

They sang for a long time that night, and almost everyone sang hoarsely. When they walked out of the ktv gate with each other's support, the paparazzi rushed over after hearing the news, but it was a pity that after a while, they found that there was no woman , A group of old men came to sing, this is sick!

It's just that these paparazzi don't know that they are really sick, but they have been cured by drinking and singing.