Didn't you say that we would lose money after filming?

Chapter 74 The most anti-Tian Gang episode

In the middle of the scene, Xia Yuan blushed and glared at the laughing actors.

"Is it that funny?"

"I'm sorry, Director Xia, I just remembered something happy. My wife gave birth to a baby." The actor replied seriously, "I'm definitely not laughing at you. We have received professional training. No matter how funny it is, we won't laugh."

"Alas." Xia Yuan also sighed and said nothing more.

He silently ran to the director's monitor and asked the assistant director to replay the video. He wanted to see what the problem was.

After all, he is a professional director and he won't say anything just because the actor laughs because of a bad acting, because he himself knows that he is not playing the role very well.

However, when he watched the footage he had just shot, he finally knew where the problem lay.

The problem lies in the last seven shots and when Zhang Muzhi said that classic line.

If it were according to the setting, in this shot the next second the bullets would actually shoot off the horse's reins, and the horse pulling the cart would fall apart.

And Zhang Muzhi fired exactly seven shots.

So at this time, in line with the meaning that the clip wants to express later, Zhang Muzhi's eyes must reveal a sense of confidence and dominance. He must shoot decisively, and there must be the light of justice in his eyes. Although he is a horse bandit in body, his heart must not be that of a horse bandit. He must be magnanimous and domineering!

Look at the playback on the monitor again. What is the name of what Xia Yuan is acting?
He was already numb from watching, there was no domineering look in his eyes, and those seven shots had no momentum at all, just like the guy who shot balloons in front of the night market stall, and then clasped his hands after shooting, with a dull look in his eyes and a bit of stupidity.

There was even a hint of squint, like a sleepwalker, daydreaming.

Snapped--

Xia Yuan slapped himself on the forehead.

Not sure, watch it again.

Xia Yuan replayed it again.

Well, this time I saw the previous part again. The ferocious look on my face, that pretended ferocious look, instead of revealing Zhang Muzhi's domineering nature, made me look like a constipated patient who had been constipated for more than ten years and couldn't defecate.

See later.

"Pfft."

This time, Xia Yuan couldn't help laughing.

"Director Xia, are you happy too?"

The assistant director asked rather bluntly.

Xia Yuan glared at the assistant director: "Stop talking!"

We have been working together for such a long time and are very familiar with each other, so we naturally have nothing to worry about when talking.

Now that the problem has been found, the most important question is how to solve it.

The first thing Xia Yuan thought of was to ask some veteran actors for advice.

Naturally, several veteran actors were very happy to teach, so a group of them began to surround Xia Yuan and teach him, explaining the techniques.

From the classic "Down Syndrome Acting Rules", all the way to the acting textbook "On the Use of Micro-Expressions and the Use of Temperament".

A dramatic scene is now taking place on the set of "Let the Bullets Fly".

In the film and television industry, there has always been the saying that directors teach actors. Directors hold the power of life and death over a film, and are also responsible for teaching the actors so that the actors can act out the feeling according to their own ideas.

But now the situation is reversed. A group of actors surround the director and teach him a lesson crazily. The situation is completely the opposite.

"No, no, the look is wrong!"

"Oh, I should be more restrained!"

"You have to think of yourself as a domineering person!"

"Come, look at me, this is how I want to be! This is Zhang Muzhi!"

Everyone looked at each other and talked to each other, and together we trained the director and put him on the spot.

This can be said to be the most anti-Tian Gang episode.

There is no way, this crew has its own special features.

The film is special, the characters are special, and the actors are special too.

None of the actors here are bad. They are all veterans in the film industry who have been in the circle for many years and have produced countless works.

Xia Yuan also humbly sought advice.

But the problem is, he actually understands a lot of things. It’s not that he doesn’t understand, he has learned them all.

But what was the real problem? He couldn't capture the feeling that the old pioneers should have.

The experientialists have all used it, but they can’t get away from it.

He knew all these techniques, but there was nothing he could do.

So after talking for a long time, Xia Yuan was still confused.

Of course, they decided to try again, using the techniques taught by Ge Fu and others to shoot again.

Soon, the crew was ready again, the train was pulled back to its original location, the horses were ready, and the camera was back in place.

The script supervisor continued to make the decision: "Let the Bullets Fly, first scene, first quarter, second shot, second take, Action!"

Snapped--

The same process happened again, and soon the burden was back on Xia Yuan.

He took a deep breath, this time paying extra attention to his own feelings, and fired the gun, pulling the bolt, all in one go.
Until hugging hands.

He was very careful this time, but it was of no use. Before the props team could loosen the reins, the assistant director shouted "Cut".

This time Xia Yuan was mentally prepared. He ran to check the error, and saw that it was still the same problem.

It’s still a problem of eyes and feeling, but it feels different than last time.

Last time it was sleepwalking, this time it was just pure overexertion.

"Alas." Xia Yuan shook his head: "Pass this one."

The filming has already started, but I still can’t find the feeling and I’m completely stuck.

This confused him.

What should I do if this goes on? Will the entire crew be dragged down like this just because of me?

The loss is a waste of everyone's time.

He is so unskilled that the gap between him and others is huge.

Is this going to be the first flop of my career?

But how can this be done? This script is so good, it would be an excellent work in another world, but it is just a waste of time in my hands?

How should he explain this to himself? How should he explain this to the audience? How should he explain this to his fans? How should he explain this to his senior?
How can I explain this to so many people who are studying with me?

He felt his heart growing heavier.

Under this circumstance, it is already impossible to express oneself, let alone find the feeling.

After several NGs, Xia Yuan was already numb.

In the distance, Ge Fu looked at Xia Yuan and sighed: "The main problem is that the psychological pressure is too great."

"I understand. If there is no pressure, everyone who needs to understand will understand, and this won't happen." Zhang Jiahui, the actress who plays the county magistrate's wife, nodded. "Now it depends on when he can release the pressure."

"We have no choice. We can't give him an outlet for venting," said Ge Fu.

At the same time, the villagers who were watching were also chatting.

"Isn't that Ge Fu? And Zhang Jiahui, I've seen her on TV, she's a big star."

"Would you like to ask for an autograph later?"

"I've never seen a big star in my life."

"I don't know what kind of movie they are making, but today I finally got it."

As they chatted, the topic ranged from filming to family matters.

"Why didn't they take the video? They stopped. And it seemed like they took the video several times. Was it necessary?"

"We don't know how to do this."

"Oh, by the way, Lao Wang, have you heard something?"

"what's up?"

"It seems like some big shot has come to our place. There are police cars everywhere on the road today."

"Don't mention it. I saw it too. There were also some nearby. There were many more. I don't know what big shot would have such a grand display."

"Never mind. It has nothing to do with us anyway. How big of a problem can it affect us?"

But just as they were chatting.

"What's so great about him? I don't think he's that big of a figure! Just an insignificant nobody! Hahahaha!"

An authentic Sichuan dialect was heard, along with hearty and unrestrained laughter.

Some villagers immediately looked over there.

It was an old man wearing a simple black shirt and old cloth shoes.

The old man looked older than the other villagers present, but his body was unusually tall and straight, and his eyes were sparkling, just like the vigorous tip of a pen, which was sharp and could not be concealed.

"A horse pulled a train, and a gun fired seven times. This young man must be a little too timid."

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