Wang Jiawei came to visit the set, and Wu Jing and Li Zizhong were confused and didn't understand why Wang Sunji came over.
They have no friendship and no business dealings.
But Ding Xiu thought of something, slapped his forehead and said, "It seems like he is looking for me."
During the day, Wang Jiawei asked him to have dinner at night, but he forgot about it.
The scenes at night are quite heavy and difficult. When I get busy, I can’t afford to eat. Time passes without realizing it.
"Sorry, Director Wang, I'm a little busy today. I forgot to make an agreement with you. I'm sorry."
Wang Jiawei just walked in and apologized before he could speak.
Seeing that Ding Xiu was so kind and sincere in admitting his mistake, Wang Jiawei, who was already angry, felt a lot of pain, and his heart to fight Ding Xiu alone was extinguished.
Forget this matter, let him go.
"It's okay, everyone has times when they are busy. When I'm busy, I can turn off my phone for half a year. My real mother can't find me, which is even more exaggerated than you."
"Director Wang, you may not be able to make an appointment tonight. If you have a night show, you may need to work overtime, so I can't live without it."
Ding Xiu's next sentence aroused Wang Jiawei's fire again. He didn't say he had a pigeon, and there was no time after he came to the door. If it weren't for really being beaten, he wanted to pinch Ding Xiu's neck and ask, "You want it."
Don't listen to what you are saying?"
"Who says there is no time?" Wu Jing suddenly stood up and smiled at Wang Jiawei: "Director Wang, we will shoot a scene tonight and finish the work after the filming."
Hearing two different statements at once, Wang Jiawei looked at Ding Xiu in confusion.
Ding Xiu said he had no time and was very busy. Wu Jing said he could only have a scene and finish the work after filming. Who said it was true?
"Director Wang, this is the case. Our scene is a martial arts scene. Once you fight, you try it and it's hard to shoot. You are an expert. Why don't you give us some suggestions?"
The two directors had no choice but to Wu Jing put the abacus on Wang Jiawei.
In the director industry, Wang Jiawei is indeed at the level of a master, and he plays much better at lens language art than his Chu Ge.
You can see his skills from the many best directors you have obtained.
Wu Jing's attitude was very clear. He wanted to take Ding Xiu away, so he could, but you have to help us get the scene done first, otherwise he would keep playing NG and filming, and he might not be able to finish the film in the middle of the night.
"That's how it's a little bit of a martial arts scene. Let's take a look at the playback." Wang Sunjing only thought for two seconds and came to the monitor.
Wu Jing and Li Zizhong quickly gave up their positions and stood obediently on both sides.
After watching the first replay, Wong Kar-wai didn't say anything, and then stared at the screen and said, "The camera is not right, you can pull it closer. At the same time, you should pay attention to the other angles, preferably the third and second angles of view,
This is a stronger sense of substitution.”
"In addition, there are problems with martial arts. The pace is fast. A wonderful fighting scene does not depend on how many you can fight. The important thing is to let the audience see the protagonist's excellence."
"We can use a few slow motions here to slow down Ding Xiu's Bajiquan speed, and the damage impact force will be stronger, and it will not make other supporting actors look idle."
"Isn't it raining outside? Isn't it raining? The raindrops fall, the fists fall, and people lie down. Pay attention to the setting. Don't be so empty. The sense of space is too weak. Isn't there a wall? Start fighting from there?
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Wang Jiawei was a little slow in filming, but the director's skills were really nothing to say. The action made Wu Jing and Li Zizhong suddenly realize it and looked admirable.
According to Wang Jiawei, Wu Jing re-arranged the extras and Ding Xiu cooperated on the stage. After a while, the filming started again.
This time it's a formal shooting.
The field operations were playing boards, and all the staff started to move.
In front of the monitor, Wang Jiawei held his hands in front of his chest, leaned his back on the chair, and quietly looked at the next scene.
"Pap!"
Baji firepower was fully opened, and Ding Xiu rushed towards dozens of men in black, with his elbows like guns, and he bumped and swept. The two men in black were hit on their faces and chests and fell down.
Fist, feet, claws, knees, elbows, arms, and Ding Xiu will fall down every time his hands are made.
In the director's studio, Wang Jiawei did not shout for a card, but pointed to the screen and said: "We need to do slow motion here, give the extra a scene where bloody teeth burst out, and vomit blood in his mouth."
"And here, the extra actor was kicked in the calf. The camera slowed down a little, and tried to show Ding Xiu's sense of power."
"Don't be so subtle about this punch. It's nothing to exaggerate the movie. Just shoot it so that you can fly three meters away. After hitting the wall, it will fall down, and the wall skin will also fall off."
Wu Jing nodded repeatedly when he heard this, and quickly took out a small notebook and wrote the key points.
Seven or eight minutes later, after a scene was filmed, Ding Xiu took Zhao Liying's towel and wiped the rain on his head. Many extras looked for a canopy to hide from the rain.
This kind of martial arts scene can't be finished at once. Everyone understands it and will continue to shoot it later.
It may take more than ten more times.
But what everyone didn't expect was that Ding Xiu had a shot and the director didn't even shout for a card.
"Each department has to take a ten-minute break and it's time to put on makeup and take photos later."
"Brother Xiu, I have something to discuss and I will do some martial arts."
After summoning Ding Xiu and several martial arts, Wu Jing said what Wang Jiawei said, and then asked Ding Xiu to grasp how to knock people away, how to punch them to be powerful, and he also designed the moves himself.
After all, if you have a good kung fu and have a deep understanding of Bajiquan, no one dares to say that Ding Xiu dares to say that he is second.
"No problem." These were all slightest to Ding Xiu, and then asked his own question: "Don't you want this one just now?"
Wu Jing said: "No, this is mainly a case, let Director Wang analyze the overall situation."
Ding Xiu looked at the director's studio: "Is it Wang Jiawei now?"
Wu Jing smiled embarrassedly: "Absolutely."
Since Wang Jiawei was invited, he and Li Zizhong would not have the chance to speak. Besides, in front of Wang Jiawei, they did not have the courage to point fingers.
It’s just a scene, or they invite people there, so naturally they say whatever they say.
If you have different opinions, you can't say it here. If you are really unsatisfied, you'll just reshoot another day.
"It's over, I can't leave tonight." Ding Xiu said, slamming his forehead.
Wang Sunjing is famous for being a director. Not to mention a few hours, this scene will be done quickly even in a few days.
Wu Jing grinned and said, "Don't worry, Director Wang said that it will be done in a short time, it won't take long."
"Really?" Ding Xiu couldn't believe it.
"I don't know whether it's true or not, but he said it in person." Pasturbating Ding Xiu's shoulder, Wu Jing continued: "You are ready first, I will explain something to Lu Jingshan."
This scene is about saving the heroine Xiaohe. According to the original script, Lu Jingshan only had a few scenes hanging in the air with a rope.
But now after Wang Jiawei's guidance, the camera angle changed, and when photographing Ding Xiu, Lu Jingshan would be photographed, so people had to hang the whole process.
"Each department prepares."
"Three, two, one, go!"
"One to 20 extras, don't run too fast."
"From the 20th to the 30th, get on."
"No. 8, No. 9, No. 10, it's your turn to get on, and take a photo to give you a close-up."
"Brother Xiu fights slowly."
"Ka!"
"The injured person is fine, the medical staff will check it and the shooting will continue."
"Click, pass, next one."
"This one doesn't work, reshoot."
"Strength, I want a sense of strength. Don't run around behind me, move again."
"That person, you guys don't have to move throughout the whole process. Just stand here. Then you can lie down and wail after the command."
"Brother Xiu, martial arts are real, but you should also pay attention to the camera. You didn't look at the camera just now and we didn't capture your face, which is equivalent to NG."
"Brother Xiu, give me a cold and fierce look."
The scene started at 8 o'clock. It was originally expected that the work would be finished before 12 o'clock. After Wang Jiawei arrived, one-third of the progress was not completed at 12 o'clock.
The rain has stopped a long time ago, so it will be artificial rainfall by sprinklers.
Everyone heard Wang Jiawei's roar throughout the journey.
After entering the role, Wang Jiawei seemed to have forgotten what he did when he came to Ding Xiu today, and he would have completely entered a working state.
Seeing that he was so serious, Wu Jing was embarrassed to disturb him.
After having lunch, the shooting continued.
I took more than a dozen shots in the first half of the night, and the second half of the night was a little better, and the progress was much faster, but with the previous ones, the overall progress of the scene was almost one-third.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Wu Jing had no choice but to stop.
In the director's studio, Wang Jiawei's hands were linked together and his chin was supported to watch the replay. Directors Wu Jing and Li Zizhong accompanied him to watch it.
In one night, all the shots combined were less than two minutes.
Looking at the two-minute shot, Wu Jing felt ashamed when he thought of the first time they took it before.
I can only say that the master is worthy of being a master, and the shots he took are indeed beautiful.
In the picture, Ding Xiu is a killer with great martial arts skills. His movements are sharp and concise, and every move is aimed at killing people.
On a rainy night, dozens of men in black carry knives and umbrellas.
Ding Xiu had bare hands and was very skillful in playing the Bajiquan. Whether he was holding a short knife or a baseball bat, he fell under his feet.
The rain was accompanied by blood and flowed into the drainage ditch on the side.
"It's a pity that Ding Xiu should wear a black suit here to suit the situation. He also changed his hairstyle, and looked handsome with a big back."
"If you have an extra beard, it would be even more perfect."
After watching the video, Wang Jiawei said with emotion.
Wu Jing's face was strange: "Director Wang, in the setting of our play, the character played by Brother Xiu is a killer of unknown origin. He is not a rich man. His clothes are all slit and patched. Will it be a bit like wearing a suit?
Not in line with the image?”
"And he was all in this set of green casual clothes in the previous scenes, and it would be too abrupt if he changed it now."
"The beard is a bit unrealistic, and the character is only in his twenties in the setting."
Big back, suit, beard, Wu Jing didn't know if Wang Jiawei was stupid all night, what was in his mind?
What you say is wrong.
Wang Jiawei slapped his forehead and laughed: "I'm sorry, I brought him into my new drama. By the way, I forgot to ask about your overall style before. I was filmed casually this night, maybe with yours.
The styles are different, and you can’t even have any pictures, so you have to remake them.”
"Cough cough cough!" The heroine Lu Jingshan came over to speak to the director. She went back to the hotel to rest. When she heard Wang Jiawei's words as soon as she arrived, she couldn't help but cough.
She was hung all night and her hands were numb all over.
Those extras were soaked in the rain all night and fell countless times. Ding Xiu played so many times, putting on makeup, clothing, props, cameras, lighting, and everyone was busy for so long. As a result, Wang Jiawei said that none of these scenes could be needed.
What about playing?
"I'm sorry, director, I'm catching a little cold." Lu Jingshan said to Wu Jing: "I'll go back to the hotel to rest first, see you in the afternoon."
"See you in the afternoon, bye."
Without stopping, Lu Jingshan really didn't want to see Wang Jiawei's face.
Walking out of the director's studio and looking at the rows of extras lying by the wall, she sighed, unable to bear to tell these people that the things she shot last night were all in vain.
Wang Jiawei stood up and said, "These shots are good, and it's a pity to delete them. I'll learn from them afterwards."
Wu Jing's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. He asked them to delete it in the last second, and he wanted to use it in the next second. If it weren't for Wang Jiawei in front of him, he would really rush up and beat the other party.
"It's okay, Director Wang, you can use it, just don't overlap too much. We still have to cut some shots into the main film."
This scene was directed by Wang Jiawei. He wanted to use it, but Wu Jing couldn't refute it, let alone what others were talking about. As for the extent to which he learned, he believed that Wang Jiawei should have a clear idea.
Taking a step back, Wang Jiawei's new movie has not started. With his urinary nature, it is possible to shoot it for two or three years. At that time, Wolf Teeth had been released long ago, and there was no competition between us.
Wolf Fang goes first, Wang Jiawei goes later. Even if the scene is suspected of plagiarism, the audience knows who is not.
"I just like Bajiquan, and fight on rainy nights, and the others don't move."
Wang Jiawei gave his own answer, which made Wu Jing and Li Zizhong breathe a sigh of relief. Strictly speaking, Wang Jiawei's statement is not called reference.
Fighting on rainy nights in Kung Fu movies is a very common scene. As for using Bajiquan, there is nothing to say, because this thing does not have exclusive copyright, including those moves, which are passed down by our ancestors, who dares to say it is theirs?
"It's dawn, I'll leave, see you back."
"Director Wang walked slowly."
When he walked out of the director's studio and came to the street outside, Wang Jiawei recalled the shooting scene in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he became satisfied.
As he thought about it, he didn't know how long it had been, but he suddenly thought: "What did I do when I first came to the crew?"
The crew, director studio, Li Zizhong asked Wu Jing: "Do you really need a reshoot? Is it a pity?"
"Reshoot." Wu Jing gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Jiawei was right. It was a bit different from the previous shooting style, and it was dissonant when put together."
"But we can learn from many shots, and even carry them intact, which is much better than the original two eyes and one look at them."
All night, I spent my time patronizing art, and everyone forgot what the style was like before and what it was now.
Wang Jiawei's scene was filmed too finely, which was different from the previous style. He had to give up. If he wanted to not give up, he could only invite Wang Jiawei over and help reshoot the previous clip, but this was impossible.
After all, it depends on them.
But Wu Jing believed that with this foundation, it would be much better if he took another shot tonight.