Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: You're a Director, But You're a Casanova?

"Nonsense, do you expect me to give you a hot pot and a hot bath at the scene of a murder and body hiding?" Liu Yuehua cursed into the walkie-talkie.

"The machine is already up there, hurry up and push the cart."

"You don't need to act out that kind of fear, despair, or physical trembling; it will naturally appear as soon as you move."

Although Liu Yuehua attended few classes, he gained a lot of practical knowledge through private practice.

When an actor's body is exhausted and sensory stimulation reaches its limit, the brain abandons those contrived acting techniques, and the instinctive subconscious takes over the body's movements and facial expressions.

It is said that when Kubrick was filming "The Shining," he relied on repeatedly filming scenes of torturing the female lead to present that kind of real neurotic fear.

Liu Yuehua is now putting this zero-cost technique into practice.

To be honest, none of the four main characters at this point in time can act.

Wang Baoqiang started out as an extra;

Tang Yan is a disgrace to the Central Academy of Drama;

Liu Xiaoli was a marginal figure; she probably can't even dance anymore.

Edison Chen is an idol who only knows how to act cool.

This method is the most suitable for these individuals.

Forced into a corner, Edison Chen gritted his teeth and waded back into the icy, exhilarating lake, pushing the car forward with all his might.

The lake water gradually submerged his ankles, knees, and thighs.

Her face turned deathly pale from the cold, and her lips began to turn purple.

After the car finally sank into the lake, he swam back with difficulty, collapsed on the shore, and gasped for breath. The look of guilt, exhaustion, and fear in his eyes was absolutely priceless.

Not far away, Wang Baoqiang, who played the victim's father, was wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat and watched all this from the shadows behind a tree.

He doesn't even need to act; the blankness, helplessness, and sorrow of someone from a humble background facing the crushing power of capital are conveyed simply by his presence, and the camera speaks for itself.

"Card, guaranteed." Liu Yuehua clapped his hands in satisfaction.

He could clearly sense the high level of negative emotions on set.

Chen Guanxi's resentment, Tang Yan's irritability, and Wang Baoqiang's infected grief and indignation.

The energy secreted by these leeks under their own PUA pressure is continuously flowing into the demonic seed within Liu Yuehua's body.

"This is only the first night."

Liu Yuehua glanced at his watch.

"Let's wrap this up. Get some rest during the day. There are other scenes to film, we'll continue tomorrow."

……

After working three consecutive all-nighters, the small film crew had been pushed to their physical limits.

It's almost 4 o'clock at the hotel.

There are only four hours left before the traffic control at the foot of the mountain is lifted and trucks can go up the mountain to pick up the equipment.

"Cut, start over."

Liu Yuehua frowned. Liu Xiaoli, who was playing a fake lawyer, was sitting nervously on the sofa in front of the camera. Her exquisite and charming makeup could not hide her anxiety.

"Sister Xiaoli, you're playing a mother whose son is killed in a car accident, whose body can't even be found, and who has to watch helplessly as the murderer goes unpunished."

"You're now disguised as a lawyer to get the location of your son's burial from this murderer."

Liu Yuehua was furious.

"Are you here to have tea with wealthy businessmen? Who are you trying to impress with your airs of a rich lady?"

"Where is your hatred? You want to skin him alive and tear out his tendons."

Liu Xiaoli has done her best.

For three days and three nights, she stayed up all night with these young people, and was almost driven to a nervous breakdown by the tongue-twisting and unexpected lines in the script.

But deep down she is a classical beauty with a background in dance, and she has always been accustomed to elegance and grace.

I've gotten used to hiding all my emotions behind a perfect smile.

She couldn't bring herself to unleash that hysterical maternal instinct.

"I'm sorry, director, I need to get back into the swing of things." Liu Xiaoli said, her head down.

"Finding the feeling, a single inch of film costs tens of dollars, and you want me to spend real money to help you find the feeling?"

Liu Yuehua glanced at his watch, his patience completely exhausted.

He knew Liu Xiaoli all too well; she was a woman who had struggled and suffered injustices in the world of fame and fortune, and her outward elegance was just a protective layer.

There are thorns in my heart, but I hide them too well.

To pull out this thorn and present it on camera, you have to kick it hard and kill it.

"Script supervisor, take away the clapperboard and turn off all the lights."

Liu Yuehua suddenly shouted out.

"Everyone, get out."

The room was plunged into darkness, with only moonlight streaming in from the window.

"What's wrong, Director Liu?" Liu Xiaoli panicked and looked up at Liu Yuehua anxiously.

Liu Yuehua walked up to Liu Xiaoli. Liu Xiaoli had expected that warm embrace again, but this time Liu Yuehua spoke in a cruel tone:

"If you can't act, so be it. You're just a supporting actor anyway, a hopeless case. I'm not going to hang myself on your tree."

Liu Xiaoli was stunned; her face felt burning hot in the darkness.

This kind of denial and humiliation was even more embarrassing for her than a real slap.

But Liu Yuehua didn't stop; he lowered his voice.

"Public matters are public matters, and private matters are private matters. We need to settle this clearly."

"I've already given you a chance; you've wasted three days of my film and time."

"I'm not one to suffer losses. Since you're hopeless, I'll just have to make up for it by taking it out on Xixi."

Liu Xiaoli's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What do you mean?"

"It means that in Jay Chou's 'Seven Mile Fragrance' music video and 'Initial D,' I cut out all the close-up shots of Sissi appearing in the video."

Liu Yuehua stared into her eyes.

"I, Liu Yuehua, will not support a piece of trash like you who can't even control his emotions, including your daughter."

"Don't expect me to provide her with any more resources in the entertainment industry in the future."

"You dare?"

Liu Xiaoli stood up abruptly. In that instant, all her elegance and composure were shattered by that threat.

She has suffered countless humiliations and compromises throughout her life. Her only hope and lifeline is Liu Yifei. She is willing to fight to the death with anyone who dares to stand in her daughter's way.

Liu Xiaoli stared at Liu Yuehua, her eyes bloodshot.

"Do you think I dare?"

Facing his murderous gaze, Liu Yuehua clapped his hands to let everyone in.

"Light her up, with that look in her eyes right now."

The lights came back on, and Liu Xiaoli, still not recovered from her anger, still had a fierce look in her eyes.

When Edison Chen, who had just returned, met her gaze, he felt a chill run down his spine.

In his eyes, Liu Xiaoli was originally a gentle and intellectual aunt, but the woman standing in front of him at this moment was a mother disguised as a lawyer, suppressing her hatred and anger, ready to devour him alive at any moment.

"You just said you didn't see anyone in your hotel room."

Liu Xiaoli spoke, her tone tinged with a chilling coldness.

At this moment, Edison Chen was overwhelmed by this aura, and his lines, which he had memorized perfectly, began to stutter instinctively.

"Yes, she was already dead when I woke up."

Liu Yuehua nodded in satisfaction. This genuine panic and stuttering were a stroke of genius in this scene.

Liu Xiaoli gave another cold laugh, staring at Chen Guanxi with a calm gaze.

She projected all her emotions onto Edison Chen, harboring hatred for Liu Yuehua and worry about her daughter's future.