Huayu: Director started with art films

Chapter 6 006 [Filming is so easy, just do it again if there is a NG! ]

The rain in the countryside is soft and dense, lingering between the mountains and rivers like fog, like an ink painting, fresh and quiet.

The raindrops, as fine as needles, drop on the leaves, drop in the fields, drop in people's hearts, and drop on the homesickness that can never be returned.

A muddy, winding country road with lush grass on both sides of the road.

The son was walking in front of us alone, carrying a package on his back, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, and walking hurriedly.

The father behind me was leaning on a wooden stick, walking with one step at a time, not fast but not slow either. But if you look closely, you can see that his walking posture is up and down, and it is obvious that there is something wrong with one of his legs.

Looking at his son's back as he walked anxiously on the road, the father smiled. This was the satisfaction that only a father could have for his son who had grown up and had his own job.

"Huff, huff—"

The son was walking in front. Perhaps because he had never walked such a long and difficult road before, his physical strength was seriously overdrawn. However, because of his self-esteem as a young man and because he didn't want his father to look down on him, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

"Take a break. I can't walk any more."

I heard my father's voice from behind.

The son looked back and saw his father breathing slightly, leaning on a wooden stick, and the old dog wandering back and forth beside him.

"Then take a rest."

My son looked stubborn, as if to say that he should stop and rest. I was just trying to appease you, my old father, but in fact he couldn't walk anymore.

"Crack!"

Zhang Jiwu, who was wearing a raincoat and holding a camera, turned off the camera and carefully handed it to the staff around him to avoid getting wet in the rain.

Then he smiled at Li Yishu in front of him and said, "Director Li, this part is well acted. It can be passed."

"It's finally over."

Li Yishu breathed a sigh of relief.

This segment took a long time to shoot, and no one else had any problems, except him, who kept making mistakes.

The main reason is that Li Yishu did not perform the stubborn feeling of "I can do it" of a teenager very well.

However, after too many NGs, Lee Yi-su aroused her inner stubbornness and performed the performance in the same way.

"Uncle Zhang, let's shoot..."

After resting for a while, Li Yishu found Zhang Jiwu again.

Father Li Jian also followed, but just listened to his son's arrangements silently without saying a word or expressing any opinions.

After all, his current identity is just an actor, and not everyone is like Jiang Wen, who cares about the director as an actor.

Zhao Xue took Jiang Qinqin to watch the filming behind the crew. When she saw that the filming was over, she asked with a smile, "How is it, Qinqin? How do you feel about filming the movie?"

"Godmother, I feel... as if... it's quite simple."

This was the first time that Jiang Qinqin watched someone else make a movie. In her opinion, making a movie didn't seem that difficult. It was just a matter of performing. If you passed, you passed. If you didn't, you could start over.

"Pretty simple?"

Zhao Xue raised her eyebrows, "Why does it feel so simple?"

"If you make a mistake, you can start over. Isn't that simple?"

Jiang Qinqin took herself as an example, "Godmother, when I was in school, the teacher who taught me the role of a Dan warrior said: Once you are on the stage, there is no reason to get off and back on. No matter whether you perform well or not, even if you mess up, you have to bite the bullet and continue acting." As the saying goes, three minutes on stage requires ten years of hard work off stage.

This is also one of the reasons why many literary and artistic workers believe that stage plays, dramas, and even operas are far superior to movies in terms of performance form.

The art of film, to put it bluntly, is to repeat it over and over again, and finally select the best one. The visual sense presented by the actors is naturally the most ideal state.

"Sure, Qinqin. I didn't expect you to be so aware. It seems that if you choose to be an actor in the future, you will definitely become an excellent actor! Much better than that rascal in my family. He reshot such a simple scene so many times."

Zhao Xue was shocked by Jiang Qinqin's words. She didn't expect that Qinqin, a girl at such a young age, could have such insights.

But if you think about it carefully, what Qinqin said makes sense. When filming, if you make a mistake, you can just start over. The only waste is a little film and some labor costs.

But once you’re on stage, there’s no second chance. There are hundreds of audiences watching you, and any mistake you make will be magnified infinitely.

Jiang Qinqin blushed slightly, and murmured shyly: "Godmother, I am just talking on paper. Maybe when I perform later, I will not be as good as Brother Yishu."

"It's okay to just talk about it on paper. At least you have the theoretical knowledge."

Zhao Xue was also afraid that Jiang Qinqin would become nervous and make mistakes during the actual filming due to her praise, so she consoled her by saying, "What you just said is right. Filming is very simple. If you don't do it well, just start over. It's much easier than for you Peking Opera actors to go on stage."

Jiang Qinqin also breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her godmother's comforting words.

She also felt that she had boasted. If filming was so easy, why didn't so many people do it well? However, being able to start over gave Jiang Qinqin a lot of confidence. As she said, if she couldn't do it well, she could just start over.

That’s because Li Yishu was not around, otherwise she would have nodded in agreement after hearing Jiang Qinqin’s words.

There is a director named Jiang next door. He shot his first movie over and over again. He spent 25 feet of film for this purpose, which is more than five times the normal film consumption.

Jiang Wen: “.”

The days of filming passed one by one.

Originally, Jiang Qinqin's play was scheduled to start in a few days.

It just so happened that a couple in an Yi village nearby were going to hold their wedding.

Li Yishu contacted the village party secretary with his father Li Jian, and then brought gifts to visit the newlyweds.

When the newlyweds learned that their wedding scene was going to be filmed in a movie, they were overjoyed and agreed without hesitation.

However, they did not intend to have a grand wedding so as to showcase the unique Yi customs, so Li Yishu paid for it out of his own pocket, 2000 yuan.

Not only did they buy a large amount of food and drinks, enough for the entire village to have a meal, but they also asked the newlyweds to contact some unmarried men and women in the village.

On their wedding day, they will wear traditional Yi costumes and hold a grand fireworks party.

When the newlyweds heard that the crew was going to hold a fireworks show for them, they naturally went door to door to inform everyone.

Not only is there a free meal, but there is also a fireworks show. Who wouldn’t want to come?

In the end, even young people from several nearby Yi villages came running over and asked to attend the wedding.

Some people even said that if there were not enough people, they would run away and call for help from a village farther away.

"Stop! That's enough! If you keep shouting, I can't afford it."

Li Yishu quickly stopped those people. If they continued shouting, he would have to spend all his remaining funds.

(End of this chapter)