Entertainment 1998

Chapter 517 Chapter 516, An Accidental Strike
Zhang Yimou is bragging!

As one of the best actresses in China, few actors can catch up with Zhang Manyu's role in an instant, including Liang Chaowei, who often works with Zhang Manyu. But Jiang Feng caught it, and did it perfectly.

But Zhang Yimou had no idea that Jiang Feng was facing the biggest challenge since he started acting.

In the past, whether Jiang Feng was making movies himself or filming TV series for other directors, he always used stories to advance the development of the plot, narrating one story after another.

For example, in "Saw", one character dies at a time, and its purpose is to let the audience appreciate various novel torture instruments and ways of death.

It is simple if there is a story. When the actors are performing the story, they have to walk, their backs have to be shown, and other actors have to be shot. In this way, even if the actor's micro-expression control is not good, it basically does not affect the advancement of the movie's plot.

But the movie "Hero" is a bit of a mess, it basically uses character dialogue to drive the plot...

Just like the life and death farewell between Canjian and Feixue in the desert, even if there is a fight, it is only a small part, and the other shots are all artistic conception and character dialogues.

When the characters were talking, Zhang Yimou asked the photographer to use only close-up shots, which most actors could not handle.

It not only requires the actors to have complete emotional expression, but also cannot have any small movements, such as pursing the lips, blinking frequently, or trembling facial muscles...

Therefore, after the shooting of the first scene was completed, before the script supervisor standing at the shooting scene raised his clapperboard, Jiang Feng raised his hand first.

"Um... Director, I need to adjust for 15 minutes."

"All right!"

The two cooperated perfectly in the first scene. Zhang Yimou wanted to strike while the iron was hot and continue filming, but when he heard Jiang Feng's request, he agreed.

However, although he agreed, he immediately took off the headphones on his head and walked around behind the director's monitor.

"Jiang Feng..."

"Ok?"

"It's a good shot, why do you need to adjust your mood?"

"Director, when I was filming before, I always had a habitual action, which was frowning. When other actors were acting with me and said a line that made me think, I would definitely frown.

But today, facing your shooting method, I have to endure it again and again..."

"Ha ha…"

Before Jiang Feng finished speaking, Zhang Yimou and Zhang Manyu burst into laughter, especially Director Zhang Yimou, who laughed and said:

"Jiang Feng, do you know?

I just saw your expression of trying not to frown, and I thought it was designed for the role of Canjian, because there are some things Canjian wants to say to Feixue, but he is afraid that she won’t understand, so he should have an expression of wanting to say something but stopping. I didn’t expect that you were actually trying not to frown, haha…”

"Haha, this can be considered a blessing in disguise, right?!"

Seeing that what Zhang Yimou said was interesting, Jiang Feng also started laughing.

However, just as the three people were chatting and laughing at the shooting site, a black RV drove over from a distance, roaring and raising clouds of yellow sand.

After a while, the car braked to a stop near the filming site.

When the car stopped, a knight in ancient costume dressed in black jumped out of the car, holding a Qin sword in his hand.

"Director, how is your filming going? Is it going well?" Seeing Zhang Yimou, Jet Li began to greet him.

"Well, it went pretty well!"

Seeing that it was Jet Li, Zhang Yimou frowned, raised his hand and responded to him with a smile, then lowered his voice and looked at Jiang Feng who was sitting on the yellow sand.

"Jiang Feng, we can't wait any longer. You and Ms. Zhang Manyu should hurry up and shoot the next scene. Because this is how it works when you invite Hollywood actors. During working hours, they will shoot however you ask them to. But if it exceeds working hours, even if we haven't shot a single shot today, they will leave work on time."

"okay."

Faced with this situation, Jiang Feng actually likes Ying Long a little. As a contracted actor of the Hollywood Actors Guild, Ying Long does better than Jet Li and Chow Yun-fat. When he comes to the mainland to film, he never acts like a Hollywood actor.

Just like in the mainland, they eat and drink, work overtime and shoot night scenes; but since Chow Yun-fat and Jet Li went to Hollywood to make movies, their identities have completely changed. Even if they sign contracts with mainland crews, they have to sign two contracts in Chinese and English, and each contract is as thick as the book The Count of Monte Cristo. Just like that, after thinking about it for a while, Jiang Feng stood up again at the shooting site, and then picked up the Qin Sword in his hand.

"ready, go."

Zhang Manyu, dressed in white, danced with a long sword in her hand, flew into the air, and stabbed towards Jiang Feng.

Seeing the sword coming, Jiang Feng held the sword across his chest, ready to take a defensive stance, but the moment Zhang Manyu's sword reached him, Jiang Feng swung the sword to the side.

"when!"

Jiang Feng's sword fell to the ground.

"puff…"

The long sword in Zhang Manyu's hand pierced Jiang Feng's body.

"thump…"

Jiang Feng knelt in front of Zhang Manyu.

"what…"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Manyu was surprised at first, and then burst into tears.

"Why don't you continue to fight me with your sword?"

"Because then you will believe me."

Jiang Feng, whose body was pierced, smiled brilliantly at this moment, and then his eyes became more and more unfocused until his head slowly dropped to his chest.

"OK, passed."

Zhang Yimou usually doesn't speak English, not a single English word, although he knows some simple words.

Because Zhang Yimou always felt that Chinese people are Chinese and should speak Chinese. There is no need to be like those sea turtles who think they are superior to others. They just went abroad and can't even speak Chinese, and their Chinese is mixed with English words.

But today, this guy was excited.

I was so excited that I didn't know how to express my happiness, so I just blurted out on the walkie-talkie, "OK, passed."

The reason for his excitement was that Zhang Yimou had never expected Jiang Feng to give such a way of dealing with it. Before he died, he smiled brightly in front of his lover, even though he was killed by his lover; and immediately afterwards, his performance could make him a god.

As he interpreted death, his eyes became more and more distracted, more and more distracted...

How many times must this guy have died before to be able to give me such an amazing performance.

However, just when Zhang Yimou wanted to praise Jiang Feng's performance, he saw Zhang Manyu, who was crying, turned around and said, "Director, I want to continue?"

"Oh, okay, please continue."

At this moment, Zhang Yimou realized that he had made a big mistake. He was so happy that he didn't notice that Zhang Manyu was completely immersed in the role.

As soon as Zhang Yimou finished speaking, he saw Zhang Manyu slowly squatting down on the screen of the director's monitor.

She reached out and gently stroked Jiang Feng's face, and then tears slid down her cheeks one by one.

"Why didn't you block my sword?"

“Why not block it?”

“Why not block it?”

……

(End of this chapter)