My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 1243 A Foreshadowing

On the east side of Lido Island in the Adriatic Sea, the port far from the north is docked with ferries, cruise ships, and electric boats from the main island and other outlying islands. It is quiet and stable... although the boat is very choppy.

The luxury yacht was floating on the blue sea, and Mr. Wu was enjoying the traditional program—the bunny girl dancing under the moon.

A white patent leather bunny bodysuit with black fishnet stockings, a fluffy tail planted at the end, and a bunny headband on the black hair...

Probably because it's in Italy.

Ms. Gong's treble training is good.

After nearly an hour, the activity ended. Master Wu walked out of the cabin of the yacht and sat on the deck.

After a while, the satellite phone next to my leg rang.

There was a few mutters on the phone, Wu Xiaozu hummed a few times, raised his head, looked at Lido Island in the distance, couldn't help but squeeze out a smile from the corner of his mouth.

"What's the matter?"

Gong Li came out and saw Wu Xiaozu put down the phone.

"It's okay, it's just something interesting."

Wu Xiaozu changed the subject with a slight smile, ""Pulp Fiction" will finish casting interviews before the end of September, after this trip I will fly to Los Angeles and Las Vegas.

It will be able to start in about October. In this month, I hope that you can experience the living atmosphere of overseas Chinese. The role you play should have that sense of freedom and restraint.If you have time, I hope you can go to the opera performance..."

Do you think Wu Xiaozu asked Gong Li to 'play the master's bunny girl' for the sake of LSP?

small!

The layout is small!

Wu Xiaozu really wanted to liberate Gong Li's nature!
The temperament of a script like "Pulp Fiction" determines that actors cannot stick to the rules. Wu Xiaozu is not worried about Gong Li's acting skills, but the role she wants to create is actually very different from her life. Even without such cognition, talent is needed and worked hard.

Some people always like to ask, for an actor, is acting talent or hard work important?
Let's just say...

Talented actors need 100% effort.

And if not - you can find a factory to work.

For Gong Li, Wu Xiaozu has very high requirements.

If you don't want her to be limited to "jobs", then such a good talent will really be in vain.

Therefore, a good director can often discover the shining points in actors that others have not noticed at all-what do you think Director Wu's moonlight script is for?
Isn't it for the sake of the actresses?

"Okay, then I'll go experience life as soon as possible." Gong Li agreed.

No matter what else, when it comes to acting, Gong Li and Zhang Manyu, two Chinese actresses with a ceiling-level existence, definitely have a very professional attitude...

...

Hotel bedroom.

floor lamp.

The halo is yellowish.

The feet with long toes rest on the side of the Italian-style big bed. The feet have a sense of line and are too big. The 42-size high-heeled shoes fall on the ground.

Placed upright and upside down, the red high-heeled soles are particularly bright.

Uma Thurman, with a flushed face, looked out the window, admiring her own smooth jade body through the reflection of the glass, wearing a cigarette ring on her finger, and took a sip of a thin lady's cigarette.

Next to the bed, there was a half-filled bottle of whiskey, and she drank a lot.

The smog has a somewhat hazy artistic conception in a dark environment, especially when a naked woman is smoking, it has an inexplicable sense of ambiguity full of reverie.

Is there a cat that doesn't steal?
No.

Are there any French people who are not fluent in German?

Of course not.

So……

There was a sound outside the door. Uma Thurman crushed out the cigarette butt, gently combed her fluffy hair with her hands, shook it lightly, and got into the silky quilt, leaving only her high-heeled shoes beside the bed.

"Zhang, I drank very comfortably tonight. Next time I go to France, I will treat you to the best red wine." Luc Besson, a big fat man, shook his room card, his mouth full of alcohol.

At the end of the party, Luc Besson and Zhang Yimou, two irrelevant people, drank together for more than two hours. They didn't drink much, each of them got a bottle of red wine, but they had a lot of fun and talked happily. Everyone has an understanding of movies.

Luc Besson has practiced in Hollywood, and he admires Hollywood's shooting methods.

The commercial type construction of Chinese films has been directly influenced by Hollywood.

The roots of this kind of construction are actually very long, but in the 90s it was facilitated by changes in the account sharing model... Of course, in terms of commercial exploration, the fifth generation has a deep feeling for Hollywood.

In fact, Zhang Yimou himself is not the type of person who just stands still, and he always wants to break through himself.

In the past two hours or so, I felt like I had met Luc Besson, a Frenchman who was influenced by the French New Wave but advocated commercialization.

"You come to China, I will treat you to drink Chinese liquor." Zhang Yimou also welcomed with a smile, the old Shaanxi people have always been good at drinking.

"it is good."

Luc Besson's chubby face had a pair of small eyes gathered together, and the feeling of being slightly drunk made him very happy, and he kept yelling various inappropriate topics in English with Zhang Yimou in his arms.

This made Zhang Yimou, who had little knowledge of English, just laugh along with him.

When the two were chatting just now, they even made gestures and guesses, but they were still very interested in chatting like this...

"rest early."

Zhang Yimou took the initiative to help the other party to open the door, but was pushed away by Luc Besson, with an expression of "I can do it".

Go downstairs to the female translator's room.

Don't think wrongly, he is going to learn a foreign language.

boom--

Suddenly, in a room not far away, a disheveled girl rushed out the door, startling Luc Besson who was opening the door.

The sound of the girl crying resounded throughout the corridor.

Harvey Weinstein rushed out of the room ferociously, with a few scratches on his face, full of tyrannical anger, and cursed: "Damn bitch~~"

The drunken Luc Besson rolled his eyes and looked at Harvey Weinstein, who was covering his face.

Eyes wide open.

As the old saying goes, it is difficult for one person to contain two tigers, and it is difficult for one aisle to contain two fat people.

What are you looking at?
Although Luc Besson doesn't know Northeast dialect, the old Parisian's blood is full...

How are you doing?

Harvey Weinstein, who was getting angry, also stared back without hesitation, and said grimly: "Don't watch what you shouldn't."

Luc Besson laughed dryly.

He glanced at the direction where the girl disappeared, then turned back to look at Harvey Weinstein, shrank his stomach vigorously, and turned sideways.

beep--

One loud fart.

Then he closed the door directly, leaving only Harvey who was in a mess. He stretched out his legs in anger and wanted to kick, but he caught a glimpse of the room number——

404?

Harvey was taken aback.

Staring at the door for a long time.

After a while, there was a deafening sound from inside, his face changed constantly, and finally he gave a sinister smile, covered his face and left.

(End of this chapter)