Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 320: Sunglasses Imitation Contest, Wang Sunglasses won the second place (thanks to the leader Su Anran)

Once you wear sunglasses, no one loves them.

Since we want to try Wang Jiawei's methodology, we can't miss the essence.

Everyone was curious about the first time that Zhen Jiecheng appeared on the set wearing sunglasses, but Leonardo DiCaprio seemed a little more relaxed.

As the only focus of firepower on the set, Leonardo had some PTSD symptoms after more than 30 repetitive takes yesterday, especially when Zhen Jiecheng was holding a loud speaker and glaring politely.

The eyes are the windows to the soul. Now that this window is sealed, Leonardo feels the pressure suddenly reduced.

"I know Zhen. He's a good man." Leonardo looked at Angelina and smiled bitterly, "Although when he opens his mouth, he stinks more than the sewers in Brooklyn."

"Yes!" Angelina nodded. "To use a Chinese idiom, good medicine tastes bitter."

"Oh! Angelina, when did you learn Chinese idioms?"

"Emmm, when you can't see."

"Well, a person's glamour will be captured and magnified by the spotlight. But only the person himself knows the effort and sadness behind it." Leonardo empathized with her, "Angelina, you will definitely become a good director, I firmly believe it!"

"Thank you for your blessing, Leonardo."

The two chatted and the topic soon returned to Zhen Jiecheng.

"You know, Angelina, when I approached the director to try to get the part in Joker, he said some really mean things to me."

"He can interpret the word 'vase' in dozens of ways. His sarcasm is frustrating, but you just can't find a reason to refute it."

"He spoke very quickly and was very eloquent. He ridiculed me for a long time, and there was no repetition in his words from beginning to end."

"But I later realized that he was doing it for my own good, to motivate me! Otherwise, he wouldn't have wasted his time and energy talking endlessly to an actor who was not part of his plan."

At this point, Leonardo sighed.
"Just like he chooses to wear sunglasses now, the sunglasses will form a wall, blocking some of the pressure conveyed by his eyes."

"The director always shows his kindness through some inadvertent details. There is no doubt that Director Zhen is a good person!"

"Many people mocked me as a vase, but Zhen was the only one who believed that I was not a vase and helped me get rid of the vase."

"I have to work hard. I can't let Zhen down!"

"This is crazy! This little Li's brain has really been messed up by Jie Cheng!"

Seeing Leonardo and Angelina chatting and hearing Zhen Jiecheng's name, curious Li Pingbin asked the translator to translate it.

Then, I was dumbfounded.

"Shit! He's even thanking Jie Cheng!"

"He actually thought that Jie Cheng was showing goodwill to him by wearing sunglasses!"

"How dare he think of that!"

As the most senior member of the gang, no one on the set knows Zhen Jiecheng better than Li Pingbin.

Similarly, as Wang Jiawei's former personal photographer, no one knows sunglasses better than him.

It would be fine if Wang Jiawei was a nobody, but he is actually one of the most famous directors in the world! How could Hollywood not know Wang Jiawei?

How could Leo, a top international actor who has performed in the top three European countries and is always chasing Oscar winners in art films, not recognize Wang Jiawei's original sunglasses?

Li Pingbin dares to swear on Kun'er that before starring in "Joker", Leo must have had an in-depth understanding of Zhen Jiecheng through various channels.

Therefore, the relationship between Wang Jiawei and Zhen Jiecheng must be one of the information to be known.

Apart from anything else, the Palme d'Or for Parasite was awarded by Wang Jiawei. And as an event that "goes down in history" in the international film festival history, how could the industry insiders forget it?

"There is definitely something wrong with his brain! His logic is confused! He can't figure it out!" Li Pingbin said confidently.

This judgment was also unanimously recognized by his accomplices.

As people started to talk about it, gloating began to spread wildly.

The old guys looked at each other, all with weird smiles on their faces, and became more and more impatient.

"All units are prepared"

I heard the prompts from the stage manager.

"I'm coming!"

"Get ready to watch the heat. Emmm, get ready to work!"

Li Pingbin rubbed his hands together, his mouth opened into the shape of Shu Qi, and his teeth bared into the shape of Liu Yife.

He raised his head casually, causing his long flowing hair to swing accurately onto Bao Dexi's bald head.

Bao Dexi: 0.0
There is no need to emphasize the shooting technique again. The more than 30 times yesterday have already formed it into a formula.

The prop crew had sprinkled water on the steps of 167th Street in the Bronx.

The doves representing peace have been specially trained and are ready.

Two extras in police uniforms are waiting for news at any time on the stairs. As the "camera language" to coordinate with the clown's solo dance, they will appear in the depth exposure of the background at the right time.

"Action."

At the command, start shooting!
Leonardo took a deep breath, raised his arms, and was about to start twisting his body according to the dance moves he had set.

"Crack!"

Leonardo:)
Stiff and dazed.

What happened? I haven't even started yet, why did it stop?
Zhen Jiecheng could see the question marks in Leo's eyes through his sunglasses, and wanted to explain to him: It was wrong when you raised your arms! The strong sense of preparation is completely contrary to the Joker's liberation after the blackening!

But Wang Jiawei said that we should not talk too much and should stay calm.

So Zhen Jiecheng held back his complaints, hid his rolling eyes behind his sunglasses, and remained still, his body and face, as if he was meditating.

The set was completely silent. It seemed that everyone, including Leonardo, was waiting for Zhen Jiecheng to speak.

Li Pingbin held back his laughter and spoke first to break the silence.

"Ahem, don't just stand there, adjust yourself and let's continue."

Leonardo took a deep breath.

Close your eyes and regroup your emotions.

The experience of locking oneself in a semi-basement, the pain of unconventional weight loss, and the scenes of living in a mental hospital.

Scene after scene was replayed in my mind, and corresponding to it was the script of "Joker" that had long been engraved in my heart, and the character biography that had been supplemented and updated countless times. It should be called a biography.

Finally, I opened my eyes again.

"I'm ready!"

"OK!" Li Pingbin gestured.

Soon, the script supervisor hit the board again.

"Action!"

“Twist!”

"Be free and easy, be light and agile."

Leonardo kept reminding himself in his heart.

“The footsteps must have a rhythm, and in the later stage they correspond to the drum beats of the soundtrack.”

"want"

"Crack!"

Unable to go down, Leonardo raised his head and what caught his eyes was a pair of deep lenses and a face as deep as the lenses.

"Crack!"

"Again."

Over and over again, one sound after another.

There was no more saliva storm like yesterday. It was obviously an outdoor scene, but Leonardo felt that the world was terrifyingly quiet, as if only a pair of sunglasses were left.

It was like the dark clouds covering the sky before a rainstorm, piling up in clumps, pressing on people's chests so hard that they couldn't breathe.

Leonardo finally couldn't help it and asked,
"Director, can you tell me what I did wrong?"

"Yeah." Zhen Jiecheng nodded and adjusted his sunglasses, "It tastes wrong."

I looked up at the sky and it was gray.

It's so late?

Wait, I'm wearing sunglasses.
So I glanced at my watch secretly.

"Closing the stall and eating. We'll continue in the afternoon."

Be concise and concise, cherish words like gold.

Zhen Jiecheng stood up, turned and left.

By the afternoon, everything had changed.

For example, the "clicks" are faster! Because the "clicks" are faster and the cycle is shorter, the number of "clicks" is more than in the morning.

Leonardo's condition has visibly declined and his performances have become worse.

But nothing seems to have changed.

Still wearing a pair of sunglasses, still meditating. No matter how badly Leonardo performed, the sunglasses could not be shaken.

"Director, can you tell me what's wrong?"

"It doesn't feel right."

“Then how should I find the right feeling?”

"Satoru."

"Director, can you give me some advice?"

“Diners shouldn’t teach chefs how to cook.”

Leonardo: (｀ー)
Little Leo is going crazy.

As for Li Pingbin and others, they were almost suffocating because they were trying so hard to hold back their laughter.

Taking advantage of the break in filming when Leo asked for some "seclusion" time and Zhen Jiecheng calmly agreed, Li Pingbin couldn't wait to call Liang Jiahui's number.

"dududu~"

"Hey, Jiahui! I'm going to tell you about a big event."

"Hehehe~ Jiecheng is torturing Leonardo!"

"Hehehe~ Jie Cheng wears even darker sunglasses than Wang Jiawei!"

"Hahahaha~ Little Leo can't take it anymore!"

"Really?" Liang Jiahui's excited voice came from the other end of the phone, "Quick, tell me in detail, what exactly is going on?"

As a former victim, the greatest comfort is not self-redemption, nor the other party's apology, but seeing that there are lucky people who fall into the trap.

When this scene happened, those who experienced it personally were definitely the most gloating because they could empathize with the situation, no doubt about it!

Listening to Li Pingbin's mumbling on the phone, Liang Jiahui wanted to fly to Xinxiang immediately, and then move a small stool, crack some melon seeds, and watch the show live.

"That's right, that damn Wang Jiawei is like this!"

"That's right! Damn Wang Jiawei, it's like all the nerves on his face have died! His mouth is like he's practicing the 'silent meditation'!"

"Fuck, I can announce right now: the damn Wang Jiawei won the second place in the sunglasses imitation competition! Jie Cheng is the first, Jie Cheng is better than me!"

"Old Li, please don't dispose of these waste films. I want to keep them!"

Not long after, Li Pingbin on the other end of the phone had to start work, and Liang Jiahui hung up the phone reluctantly.

Although it was late at night, I was too excited to sleep.

After thinking about it, I sent a message to Zhang Manyu.

"Have you slept?"

Soon, the reply arrived.

"You're not asleep yet, what's wrong, Jiahui?"

"Beep, beep, beep~" Without thinking, he dialed the number.

"Man Yu, let me tell you about a big event! Hehehe~"

On the set, another “click”.

“79th time.”

Angelina twitched her cheek and wrote down:
"The fortieth time today!"

He put down the paper and pen, rubbed his face, and gave Leonardo a sympathetic look.

As a student who seeks knowledge during the day and seeks sex at night, Angelina doesn't understand why Zhen Jiecheng suddenly did this, but she always believes that Zhen Jiecheng must have a good reason for doing so.

So questioning was out of the question, and the only courtesy she could give Leonardo was a comforting look.

Seeing that Leonardo was numb and Zhen Jiecheng was still unmoved, Angelina consciously winked at the stage manager, indicating to continue.

"action!"

Eighty times!

Leonardo raised his arms reflexively.

What to do next? I don't know.

How to laugh? I forgot.

My mind was blank, and only my limbs were twisting instinctively.

Very stiff!
Angelina covered her head. Whether from the perspective of a novice director or a veteran actor, she could intuitively feel how bad Leonardo's performance was.

Angelina seemed to have heard the "click" sound in her ears, and was suddenly stunned! Wait, why hasn't it clicked yet?
I looked towards the surveillance camera in surprise, but all I saw was a pair of silent sunglasses.

Things are starting to change!
Zhen Jiecheng's eyes lit up.

Although the body language is stiff, the taste is right!
Not setting any dance framework and twisting as you please is the freedom of the clown.

On this basis, some artistic beauty and changes in rhythm at different levels are given.

From being light and agile, freeing yourself, to being immersed in your own world, completely liberated.

The steps are in tune with the bells and the limbs are waved comfortably.

Just like Fu Dalong’s guest appearance in “No Return”, facing death with courage does not necessarily mean singing a heroic song, it can also mean being calm and relieved.

Just like the murderer in the previous life "The Burning Sun", his viciousness is not revealed in his violent expression or roaring voice, but in his casual conversation and storytelling tone.

The same is true of the Joker's madness.

Contrast is not only the passport of telegram, but also the fragrance of screen art!
"Crack!"

It finally clicked, and Angelina breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason.

"Go on, just keep this pace."

Huh? Why is there an extra sentence?
Wait! This rhythm? Did Leonardo just have a rhythm? Shouldn't it be bad?
Angelina couldn't understand anything at all and her mind was in a mess.

"action!"

Eighty-first time!
"Crack!"

"Great, keep going! That's it!"

"action!"

The eighty-second time!
Zhen Jiecheng's decision not to be stingy with words did not make any impression on Leonardo.

The busy crew members gradually disappeared from sight, as if the world was empty.

Then came the sound, the bustle of the distant street seemed to be blown away by the wind, leaving only the echo, which gradually faded away.

It was as if music was ringing in his ears, and Leonardo couldn't help but dance along.

Relaxed and pleasant.

A gentle breeze blew, and my body seemed to be lifted by the wind.

Light and unrestrained.

The rhythm of the music began to speed up. No! That was not the rhythm of the music, but the rhythm of my heartbeat.

Jump, step, and splash water.

Lift, kick, and break all restraints.

He tilted his head back and shook his hair.

Grin, with the corners of the mouth raised sharply.

It spins in circles, and the flying pigeons seem to be dancing with it.

Smooth, comfortable, and unpretentious.

Holding a cigarette, he was completely intoxicated by his own emotions. He did not turn back, but flew freely.

Angelina's mouth was half open and her eyes were wide.

In the field of vision, the free "Joker" heading downwards forms a sharp contrast with the "Arthur" who was struggling upwards before.

The contrast is made even clearer by the use of colors. The two pictures seem to be engraved in my mind and cannot be erased.

Not only the color, but also the composition.

In the shots, the background is clearly the same, but the sky in the former is obviously more open and free, while the sky in the latter is narrower and more depressing.

Angelina picked up a pen and paper and began to take notes again. The already relatively quiet set became even quieter at this moment. Angelina could even clearly hear the heavy breathing of the people around her.

After finishing the recording, I looked towards the stairs again and saw Leonardo was still twisting his body.

Glancing in the direction of the monitor, Sunglasses stood up, Sunglasses raised the loud speaker, and Sunglasses took off his sunglasses!

"Pass." The voice was calm.

"It's so comfortable to perform!" The tone began to rise.

"Damn! Leonardo, you dance well!"

The speaker was turned up to the highest setting and a thumbs up was given.
"If Oscar still doesn't recognize you, I'll buy you an AK and a rifle, and shoot all of them at that damn Mader Fake!"

(End of this chapter)