Unscientific Movie King

Chapter 9 I'm so damn handsome

Although extras are several levels higher than extras, they have no say in the crew and their costumes are also picked from "garbage bags".

Wherever a truck with a long carriage on its back stops, staff members will carry out clothes in sacks.

When I opened the sack, a sour and foul smell hit me in the face. I don't know how many film crews these clothes have passed through. They are definitely garbage.

Having spent half a month at the Beijing Film Studio, Qin Chuan is no novice.

The first thing to do is to choose clothes that are as clean as possible.

Because he was just a supporting actor, no one competed with him for the item. He could choose whatever he wanted from the pocket in his hand. Only those items he didn't want to throw aside would be picked up by other extras.

More than ten minutes later, Qin Chuan finally found a grey waiter's uniform that fit him fairly well. The shoes were a bit like the old Beijing cloth shoes. Fortunately, they were not long boots, as those were not breathable. Some extras were unlucky and got athlete's foot after wearing them once.

After quickly changing his clothes, Qin Chuan found a makeup artist in the open air venue.

There were hundreds of people on the scene, but only seven or eight makeup artists. The workload was very heavy, and people had to queue up to do their makeup.

With a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, Qin Chuan did not attack this time because the other party was a woman.

He bent over and followed the makeup artist to watch people putting on makeup, and exclaimed: "Wow, this makeup technique is really amazing. No matter what kind of person falls into the hands of your makeup artists, they can turn decayed into magic. It's amazing."

"Please line up for your makeup." The makeup artist worked seriously without even turning his head.

Qin Chuan licked his old face and smiled: "Sister, please help me. I have a lot of scenes here, and I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time later."

"Who are you..." Makeup turned sideways and saw Qin Chuan, his eyes lit up: "New here? I haven't seen you before."

"Yes, I just arrived today."

"What's the show?"

"Extra, waiter."

"You have a bright future. Work hard. What's your name?"

"Qinchuan."

"How big?"

"nineteen."

"Age?"

"if not?"

Seeing the two of them chatting, the extra in makeup couldn't help but say, "Beautiful lady, can you hurry up? I'm busy with my scenes later."

"Quick, I'm very quick." The makeup artist swiped the other person's face with the brush a few times, just like shaving a big white, and said, "OK."

"No, is this the end?"

"You think you are the protagonist."

"No, I'm an ancient person. Don't I need a hood?"

"Why are you using a hat? Once you put on the hat, no one will know whether you have long hair or short hair."

On the filming set, makeup artists are more domineering than the directors. Even though they may not be big names, no one wants to offend makeup artists.

If I put ugly makeup on you, just cry.

After sending the extras away, the makeup artist smiled and said to Qin Chuan, "Come on, I'll do your makeup for you."

Qin Chuan just squatted down, and she continued: "It takes a long time to put on makeup, sit down, don't your feet feel numb when you squat?"

"Thank you." Qin Chuan had no experience in putting on makeup before and didn't understand these things. He sat down on the ground, crossed his legs, and straightened his back.

"What's your sister's name?"

"Sister didn't call?"

Qin Chuan: "..."

I was so careless. I didn’t expect he was an experienced driver.

The makeup artist smiled happily, then took out a hairnet from the pocket on the ground and put it on Qin Chuan's head.

While putting it on, he used the thumbs and index fingers of both hands to smooth it down, and his technique was quite skillful.

Seeing the smile that she couldn't suppress, Qin Chuan's mouth twitched.

"Sister, don't do this, I'm scared." "What are you afraid of? I'll eat you." After finishing the hair net, the makeup artist patted his head and said, "Your hair is a little long. Go back and cut it."

Qin Chuan was convinced, and these three sentences did not leave the car: "Sister, what did you do before?"

"First of all, my name is Wang Tingting. Secondly, it is very rude to ask about a girl's privacy."

"I'm sorry, Sister Wang."

After finishing the hair net, Wang Ting took out a shoulder-length wig from the bag and said while working, "Why call me Sister Wang? Am I old?"

"Not old, very young, then I will call you Sister Ting."

"It's up to you. Close your eyes." Wang Tingting gently stroked his eyebrows and moved her face closer.

Qin Chuan realized something and opened his eyes quickly: "Sister Ting, no...ah!"

The strong pungent smell of glue made Qin Chuan's eyes red.

Wang Tingting smiled and stopped applying glue to him: "What are you doing?"

"It's okay." This time Qin Chuan closed his eyes obediently.

"Haha, you didn't listen to the old man, and you've suffered a loss. If you still don't listen, I'll put a few drops in your mouth so you can taste the saltiness."

"Alas, the glue used by the crew is not good, and the alcohol is also concentrated, which is over the limit. It seriously clogs the pores and causes great damage to the scalp. In the future, if you can avoid using head covers, try not to use them."

Qin Chuan closed his eyes, not knowing what Wang Tingting's trick was. She was driving one second and became a serious person the next.

"Sister Ting, are you still going to use it for me?"

"Because you need the audience to see you." Wang Tingting was very close to Qin Chuan. Her breath could blow on his face when she spoke, and he could also smell the faint fragrance on her body.

"For you actors, costume dramas are a plus. Makeup and hair can cover up the actor's shortcomings, improve overall recognition, and make him more handsome."

"It's obviously more important for the audience to get to know you than to worry about the drawbacks of baldness and hair loss in the future."

"Today's young audiences only care about looks. If you don't make yourself look more handsome, who will follow you?"

"After filming a costume drama, remember to wash your face with facial cleanser when you go home at night. If possible, it is best to apply a facial mask and pluck pores regularly. Otherwise, I guarantee that you will have bald spots before you are 30."

Qin Chuan nodded: "Sister Ting, I will pay attention, but we are talking about shooting ancient costumes, why are you taking pictures of my face?"

"Try the feel and see if you need some more powder."

"Do I need it?"

"No, it's just a little dry and needs hydration."

"Then why not make up for it?"

"I don't have any water now."

Qin Chuan wanted to give himself a big slap in the face.

It took more than twenty minutes to finish Qin Chuan's makeup and hair. Wang Tingting looked at her work carefully and was very satisfied. Then she picked up the box and went to do makeup for the next person.

Qin Chuan found a mirror and saw his current appearance.

I have to say that makeup artist is a magical profession.

His facial features were still his own, but he was much more handsome than before.

After spending so many days at the Beijing Film Studio, my skin became much darker. Now, with the help of makeup by Wang Tingting, my skin has become normal and even a little whiter.

The nose bridge, eyebrows and jawline are much more three-dimensional.

With the blessing of ancient costumes, his appearance has been taken to a higher level and he looks handsome.

This guy is not a waiter doing odd jobs in a restaurant at all, but a scholar who works part-time to support his studies after his family fell into poverty.

"I'm so damn handsome. The difficulty of the performance has increased again."

Originally, the character he was planning to use was a waiter who grew up in a poor family, who was humble, smart, capable, hardworking and willing to endure hardships.

It seems that I need to change my psychological identity now.

The tone of the lines and the action of serving the dishes also had to be redesigned.

If anyone could hear Qin Chuan's inner thoughts, they would definitely laugh out loud. How could a waiter who plays a minor role with only a few lines of dialogue have so much drama? Do you think you are the protagonist?
(End of this chapter)