hollywood draw

In Los Angeles in September, there was a little chill in the early morning. Sergei closed the car door with a "bang" and he waited downstairs all night.

After getting off the car, he stomped his feet. Seeing the sun was about to rise, he hesitated a little, not knowing whether he should go upstairs to wake up his boss. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing.

"Maybe I should go back last night?"

Just as he stretched out his long arms and twisted his waist left and right, he heard the sound of "thump" going downstairs from the corridor.

"Damn it! I forgot you!" Wayne saw Sergei's wrinkled clothes and knew that he had been in the car for a night. "My fault, I thought you were back last night, and I should come down and tell you."

"It's okay, boss." Sergey shook his long arms and helped Wayne open the back door. He waited for him to get into the car before he got into the driver's seat and turned around to ask him.

"Will we go back to the manor? Or just go to the studio?"

Wayne raised his wrist, looked at the watch and shook his head. "Go to the studio directly, it's too late to go back now."

Last night, this black pearl brought him another enjoyment, the satin-like skin that a white girl could never have.

In addition, she played the game with her openness, the flexible body of the professional model, and the unique African bulge and back tilt, which fascinated him for a while, and even forgot that Sergey was still waiting downstairs.

Sergei drove the car smoothly, and he sat behind and recalled the woman. This was the second woman he had ever had in more than a year. Unlike Naomi, although he admired her appearance, he didn't feel anything about her.

Whether it was the ridiculous farce caused by her during this period, or because of Warner, she was willing to participate in this plan, Wayne had no feelings for Africans from the beginning.

But now he wants to say: Oh, mom, it smells so good!

"Boss, it's here." Sergei's reminder interrupted his aftertaste. "Do you want me to go in with you? Or do you drive the tram yourself?"

"No, you can find a place to rest. I won't go out of Warner Studio during the day. Just come and pick me up after get off work." Looking at Sergey's wrinkled suit, Wayne knew that he must have not had a good rest last night. His big guy was a bit too big compared to the space inside the car.

After saying that, Wayne waved to him, and did not let him get out of the car. He went to find a tram and drove into the studio.

I first took out today's shooting plan, confirmed the shooting shot, and let out a long sigh.

The current shooting progress is about three days faster than the plan, leaving him and the crew with plenty of room for trial and error. He originally thought that this film would be much more difficult than the previous one.

But I didn't expect that the benefits of relying on the giants would be so great. There are all kinds of props and sets, plus the huge studio, which gave Wayne an infinite way to take advantage of things.

This kind of shooting method was definitely a bit outrageous in Hollywood in the 1990s. It was not like later generations. Almost all commercial films can be indoors, and try not to go out to the outdoor scene.

Today's directors and production companies are not that despicable. The general idea in this era is that if a film is not shot in real scenes, it will really lose any artistic elements. Moreover, from film critics to college committee members, no one agrees with such a film, let alone Oscars.

It was not until the first movie filmed with all interior screens, "The Three Hundred Warriors of Sparta", that the industry suddenly realized that all interior films could save so much money and effort.

Director Zach Snyder, this guy is an advertising director and has been filming MVs and various advertisements for many years, so he knows all kinds of low-cost gameplay, and the films he shoots are very gorgeous.

Wayne is not so crazy yet, but this film is quite special and has low cost, so he can put most of the shots here.

"Hi, good morning, Director Greenberg!" Mays first walked into the studio with a stack of newspapers. After saying hello, she shook the newspaper in her hand and pointed to one of the huge photos.

"It seems that these media are not nonsense. Did you go on a date with Harry Berry last night?" As a woman and an African-American woman, Mess's gossip is burning at this moment.

After taking the newspaper, Wayne had to say that Warner's reporters were really professional. The picture on this is like a sneak shot, where two people were having dinner in the restaurant and having an intimate conversation.

There are also reports below, and every sentence is inseparable from "Escape from the Blade". In the words of the newspaper, this movie made a couple of enemies and lovers. It also briefly describes the story summary of "Escape from the Blade from the Blade" and the African-American actors in it.

"You guys really dated? Oh, I understand, you didn't go home last night!" Mess saw that he didn't say anything, just stared at the newspaper and asked him again.

"How do you know?" Wayne was a little surprised. "There wasn't this written in the newspaper, right?"

"Clothes!" Metz pointed at his shirt. "You usually change clothes every day. Although the styles are similar, this outfit is obviously from yesterday and the shirt is not ironed."

Looking down at himself, Wayne smiled and drove away Mess. He had never cared about clothes and other things since he moved into the manor, but he would change his clothes every day, and Hela would always prepare everything.

At nine o'clock in the morning, all crew members arrived one after another, and Wayne started his busy work again.

Perhaps the filming was too smooth a few days ago, and even God was against the crew. A scene between Will Smith and Rebecca (the heroine's mother), Will couldn't get into the state even if he was alive.

There was no choice but to stop shooting and patiently talk to Will Smith.

"Will, hey, think about your performance today, it's just shit compared to before. Bring yourself in, you're talking to your girlfriend's mom, and you're in good shape before she knocks on the spoon.

But after she knocked the spoon, you have to cry. It’s not like this formatted tears that you can’t control yourself. Do you understand? While telling about your mother when you were a child, you can’t control your tears. Let the audience understand your performance!”

Wayne said while walking around him, which is one of the few difficulties in the whole film. The male protagonist must use facial expressions, eyes and language to convey to the audience the feeling of being forced to hypnotize.

"Let me take a break, give me some time to adjust, and I promise I'm fine." Will Smith really looked in a bad state. Although it couldn't be seen from his face, he was mentally depressed.

"Okay, you can adjust it yourself." Just as Wayne passed by him and walked towards the director's monitor, he suddenly felt like he smelled something.

"Huh, Huh!"

That's right, he turned around and took a few deep breaths. The smell was very light, but it was very obvious.

"Damn it, Will, call your agent here." Wayne was a little angry. He knew that eighty percent of the people in this studio were even more of them, and they had the habit of smoking Ye Zi cigarettes, but no one would ever smoke that thing at work.

Yes, Wayne often smelled this smell in middle school, a light fishy smell. Although he hadn't tried it, he was very sensitive to it.

"Hey, Wayne, listen to me!" Will Smith obviously saw the serious expression on the director's face and tried to explain: "My agent hasn't come yet. Listen, it's my fault this time. There was a rap party last night, so I played until the morning, sorry!"

That's right. He is usually quite dedicated and has never happened.

"Okay, I accept your apology. I will film other scenes in the morning and film this scene in the afternoon." Wayne didn't say anything more. Of course, Ye Ziyan is indispensable for partying. Maybe he ate something else.

Since he has apologized, there is no need to chase him. "Will, you have to make sure that there will be no next time, at least don't touch those things at work!"

"OK, thanks!"

After Wayne returned to the monitor, he took out the director's record book and began to change the shooting schedule. With Will Smith's current state, it is impossible to shoot complicated scenes.

"What's wrong with him? Coffee, boss!"

Nina asked curiously when she handed him a cup of hot coffee.

"Nothing, you know the set of the singer party." Wayne explained casually to the assistant. "Especially those rappers, except for women, are big at the party, coca, coca, and coca, because of these things, there are some other addictive drugs. I really don't understand what's good about those things."

Listening to his complaint, Nina looked at her boss with a look of understanding and suddenly stared at her boss and said, "Nami said you have never touched these things, can't it be true?"

Wayne squinted her. "Yes, I know those things are harmful, why do you still smoke them?"

"It's so pitiful, boss, your youth is missing a lot. When I was in school, I would occasionally take a few puffs when I encountered something very stressful. To relax my nerves, Ye Zi Ci is more comfortable than cigarettes."

Listening to Nina's complaints, Wayne didn't find it strange. Few people in this country, from learning from college, would like to him, not touch those inducing drugs.

"Cigarettes are different." He was making the final struggle. "Stop! OK, I know cigarettes are harmful too!"

The shooting was carried out in an orderly manner. Every three or five days, he would have a meal with Harry Berry, and every time a reporter would "stumble" to secretly take pictures of them.

In various reports, the relationship between Wayne and Harry Berry is becoming clearer and clearer, and now it is only the only way to announce this relationship.

You know, it is still in the 1990s, and black and white matching is really rare.

White people like Wayne went to find a girlfriend of color, mostly Latino and very few Africans, which is an eye-catching thing in itself.

He and Harry Berry are pretty good. The opening scene in "Escape from the Deadly Town" is an African-American boy and a white girl. This was unique in the 1990s. Of course, the core conflict of the film is based on this.