Zhou Yang didn't understand anything before when he was filming "Under the Mine". He only imitated and figured out based on his memory. Although he had bumps and bumps, he finally figured it out.
Now, the process of filming "Infernal Affairs" is still bumpy, but the efficiency is appallingly low.
Every time he finished shooting a scene, Zhou Yang would ponder and analyze it over and over again, and finally came to the conclusion that the scene could not be used and had to be reshot.
The staff of the "Infernal Affairs" crew, who were full of expectations at the beginning, gradually turned into uneasiness. Even recently, when they saw Zhou Yang joining the crew and announcing the start of work, everyone subconsciously breathed tightly and became nervous inexplicably.
This tension gradually turned into anxiety and slowly spread throughout the crew. Eventually, the atmosphere inside and outside the crew became extremely weird.
Photography leisure time is supposed to be a relaxing time...
But the crew of "Infernal Affairs" is particularly weird. There is no noise surrounding the media, no one is taking pictures, and there is no laughter like other crews. They even speak carefully to each other, for fear of disturbing something.
It was as if a haze was permeating the top of the head, so oppressive that it made people breathless.
No one knows whether the results of everyone's hard work today will be useful, and they are not even sure whether Zhou Yang will suddenly tell them after resting that everything must be re-shot.
After June, this feeling of depression turned into despair.
Zhou Yang seemed to be beginning to become dissatisfied with everything. Not only was he dissatisfied with the previously successfully shot scenes, he was even dissatisfied with some of the props of the crew.
Although he doesn't get angry easily like other directors, everyone can't help but feel scared every time they see Zhou Yang being silent for a long time and finally denying it with a smile and saying that he wants to start over.
The person in charge of photography, Li Qiang, was full of confidence when he joined the crew, but now he has become worried. His brows were furrowed during the shooting. After the shooting, he even stared blankly in front of the camera for a long time.
Being overthrown again and again and retaken again and again, it was like stepping into a dark and cold abyss, trying to crawl out, but unable to do so no matter what.
He felt that his self-confidence had been hit hard like never before and was torn apart...
He gradually began to doubt whether he had the skills to make movies, and even felt that he was not worthy of being on the crew of "Infernal Affairs".
The evening of June 3rd.
"Director Zhou..."
"Brother Liu, sit down..."
"Director Zhou, I think your current state is very wrong. You should take a rest."
"ah?"
Liu Hua knocked on Zhou Yang's office.
Zhou Yang has disheveled hair and stubble. He looks a bit slovenly. His eye circles are bloodshot, but he is still reading the script with great intensity.
After seeing a series of books on Zhou Yang's desk, Liu Hua and Liu Tianwang noticed something was wrong with Zhou Yang.
He is studying.
But learning was very messy.
Acting, directing, music, composition, art and James Bunt's "Film Notes".
It seems to have everything.
He wanted to tell Zhou Yang that he had bitten off more than he could chew, but when the words came to his lips and he saw Zhou Yang's sunny smile, he shook his head.
Before joining the crew of "Infernal Affairs", Wang Shuai said that Zhou Yang was a little paranoid and gave some examples about the filming of "The Crow".
At first he didn't care much, thinking that Zhou Yang was very dedicated and worthy of respect.
But now he found that Zhou Yang's paranoia seemed to be integrated into his bones, making him feel vaguely crazy.
"Director Zhou, you will drive people crazy like this..." Liu Hua thought about a lot of things before coming, but in the end he only said this sentence.
After Zhou Yang heard this sentence, his smile gradually disappeared, then he glanced out the window and became silent.
Liu Hua saw the flash of complexity in Zhou Yang's eyes.
The sound of the electric fan swayed in the office, making a whirring noise.
Liu Tianwang looked at Zhou Yang who seemed to be thinking and then added: "Director Zhou, it's true that he has many skills, but one person cannot be an all-round arranger, director, actor, or even photographer... Even if he can,
You will also be crushed...you are a human being, not a god!"
"Brother Liu, I understand."
King Liu Tian's voice seemed to move Zhou Yang a little, and he looked thoughtful. Then he turned his head and suddenly laughed.
Liu Hua and Liu Tianwang couldn't understand Zhou Yang's smile. He was obviously very close to Zhou Yang, but he seemed very far away.
It seems that I heard it, but it seems that I didn't.
……………………
Someone is crazy.
But that person was not Zhou Yang, but John Williams, the famous Hollywood soundtrack master.
Zhou Yang would come to Wu Zhenhong's villa to compose music every day, but the content of the music he composed was not "The Sound of Silence", "The Last of the Mohicans", or "Going Home"...
Even these incomplete pieces of music seemed to have been forgotten by Zhou Yang, and he seemed to have no intention of completing them.
He would ask him about the piano, the violin, the ocarina, or even the harmonica...
Zhou Yang obviously knows nothing about many musical instruments, but the strange thing is that he can always use some instruments he doesn't understand to compose a melody that makes John Williams go crazy.
and……
The melody is different every day, but every melody makes John Williams tremble, but none of the melody is complete.
In more than half a month, John Williams went from initial shock to numbness, and finally, he almost went crazy.
wrong!
He was convinced that he seemed to be going crazy.
June 4th.
Another crazy piano music surged through the entire music room. He covered his heart, his eyes were red and he kept panting, like a hysterical bull.
The piano music stopped abruptly again.
John Williams, who was originally elegant, serious and elegant, suddenly slammed his fist on the piano table next to him. After smashing it, he ignored the pain in his hand and stared at Zhou Yang's face while panting.
"Why……"
"Mr. Zhou Yang, tell me, none of this is true!"
"No, no, it's not true!"
"FUCK, is there any more? No more? FUCK...I really want to twist your head off..."
"You must be sent by Satan to torture me, right?"
"Tell me, isn't it?"
He began to speak incoherently.
He was scolding, scolding very fiercely, and then laughing without warning, laughing very sadly, and even slapped himself hard in front of Wu Zhenhong and Zhou Yang.
He seems to have gone crazy.
However, Zhou Yang breathed a sigh of relief, as if completing some task, he put the manuscript away and silently closed the piano lid.
As the sun set, he came to the window, took out his phone, and started chatting with James Bunt about film art.
John Williams looked at Zhou Yang's back...
His facial muscles twitched, and he finally sat slumped on the chair, the melody of the piano music just now echoing in his mind.
In fact...
Today's piano music shocked him, made his scalp numb, and gave him a vague sense of indescribable worship.
"great"
This adjective was very inappropriate to describe Zhou Yang, but he felt it was particularly appropriate to describe the short, intermittent piano music played by Zhou Yang.
The glow of the sunset gradually fades away with time. After it fades away, the red glow on the horizon gradually dissipates. Finally, dusk falls and the earth begins to darken.
John Williams lowered his head and reviewed the melodies Zhou Yang had created during this period.
There are already ten songs with different styles and lengths, but they shocked him and made him unable to extricate himself from them.
Zhou Yang finally finished the call.
"What was that piano piece just now...?"
"It should be a symphony..."
"Tell me, what is it called?"
""the blue Danube"."
"Tell me, damn, tell me, when will you finish arranging this piece?" John Williams tremblingly grabbed Zhou Yang's shoulders, his voice almost gritting his teeth.
He seemed to be facing a grinning demon.
The demon was stunned, then smiled bitterly, and just shook his head: "I don't know... maybe it won't work in my lifetime..."
John Williams' body stiffened, and then he gradually loosened his grip on Zhou Yang's shoulder. After letting go, he lowered his head and his chest heaved. After taking a moment, he sat on the chair as if he had lost all strength.
, lowered his head.
He was in a trance and felt that everything was unreal. He also felt cold, so cold that he wanted to shiver.
After Zhou Yang saw the appearance of John Williams, he didn't know what to say.
Vaguely, he understood John Williams' reaction.
"I may be ruined by you. My whole life may be ruined by you. I have already..." After an unknown period of time, John Williams raised his head and murmured to himself.
The excitement I once had has completely disappeared at this moment, and I have begun to become a little decadent and severely beaten.
He once thought he was talented and could embark on the path of a master, but he found that he could no longer compose any music.
"Sorry..." Zhou Yang looked at John Williams' reaction and apologized subconsciously.
"Tell me, you won't have any new works or new melodies tomorrow, right..." He raised his head, as if praying to Zhou Yang.
"There's some left……"
"What do you mean there are still some, tell me, what do you mean there are still some, and how many are some! Two? Three? Five?" John Williams's mood, which had calmed down a little, became high again.
"Just a few, I don't know how many more..." Zhou Yang answered honestly.
"Ha..." John Williams' expression became stiff again, as if he were a robot wearing human skin: "Then I don't want to listen anymore, I'm going back now..."
"Mr. William Puss...I need your help!"
"Let God help you, or let your good friend, Satan, help you. I can't help you with anything... Get out, get out now, get out immediately!"
"oh."
Zhou Yang seemed to have thought of something, looked at the time, and then nodded.
Just as Zhou Yang left, John Williams suddenly shook his head again.
"Mr. Zhou Yang, let me hear it. Let me see how many times you can hit me. I tell you, you can't hit me! My heart is as hard as steel. You can't hit me. I won't be beaten by anyone.