The best director ever

Chapter 198 Remember November 11th

British time, October NO.13.

In the afternoon, Han Qiu leisurely got up from the bed, and it happened to be two o'clock in the afternoon.

In the past few days, Han Qiu's biological clock was completely disrupted by working at night for a week and sleeping during the day. He is also used to getting up at this time every day.Fortunately, the movie finally wrapped up in the early hours of this morning.

After waking up and having a little hearty "breakfast" bought by Zhou Yuxin, Han Qiu dug out the shots from last night and admired them again.

Watching Chris and Paul's performance, Han Qiu couldn't be more satisfied.Originally, in his imagination, the last shot of staring at the sky would be NG several times, but he didn't expect it to pass once.

Although there were a little bit of flaws, Han Qiu didn't plan to remake it.He thought that as long as he gave Chris and Paul a few more shots, he could perfectly cover up the mistakes of other extras.

"We can invite the two of them over tonight's wrap-up banquet," Han Qiu said to himself.

Not long after, Han Qiu called Chris and Paul respectively through the contact information they left when recruiting extras.

The phone calls were all made, but one person refused and one person agreed.

It was Paul who refused, and Chris who agreed.

When Han Qiu sent an invitation to Paul, the relieved man just said lightly: "Director, thank you for giving me the opportunity to participate in this performance, allowing me to be my true self."

"I'm sorry for your invitation. However, I have a suggestion for you"

"Leave London as soon as possible, and leave England."

After saying something inexplicable, Paul hung up the phone directly.When Han Qiu called again, there was a notification that it was an empty number.

Monk Han Qiuzhang was puzzled, leaving England early?

What the hell?

Afterwards, Han Qiu called Chris.With Paul's precedent, Han Qiu planned to be rejected, but Chris agreed again.

"The finale banquet tonight? Invite me to attend?"

"Oh, how lucky that is."

"Director, I will definitely attend on time."

"God bless you, V for Vendetta will be a great success."

In the evening, Han Qiu saw Chris at the banquet. He still wore a cross around his neck, and his smile was still warm and kind, as if the regretful eyes from last night had never appeared before.

He even took the initiative to come forward and greet Han Qiu with a smile.

"Hi, Director."

Han Qiu responded with a smile, "Chris, your performance last night was really amazing!"

Chris smiled and said nothing, he suddenly asked: "Can I ask a question? About the movie."

"What? Say it."

"Why did you even think of making this movie? Are you an anarchist?"

When Han Qiu heard the first sentence, his expression was still normal. After hearing the second sentence, his expression immediately became weird.

"I'm not an anarchist. The purpose of filming this film is purely to express some ideas. For example, democracy? Freedom?
fair? "

Chris nodded calmly, his face was calm, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

He thought for a while and said: "But, don't you think that with the existence of a government and a ruler, the people will not be free after all? Their rights are still firmly held by the so-called parliament and a small number of people In your hands, don't you think this is an unfair thing in itself?"

Seeing Chris's serious expression, as if he was delving into some academic issue, Han Qiu's expression also became serious involuntarily.He shrugged and sighed: "How should I put it? I think this problem has been clearly proved by thousands of years of history, and the things that should be eliminated have been eliminated. What is left of this era now It is the final crystallization."

Han Qiu said indifferently: "Perhaps, at a certain time in the future, what you said may come true. But now, there is no doubt that this is the most beautiful time."

Hearing this, Chris was slightly taken aback, "Elimination? The inevitability of history? But I remember a sentence, the mind won't bleed, it won't feel pain, it won't die."

Han Qiu nodded: "This is the line in the script."

Chris laughs: "History doesn't wash out ideas. So, I will defend it until the day it comes true, or until the day I die!"

"Goodbye, director, I'm looking forward to the day when the movie will be released." After speaking, Chris left the banquet gracefully without waiting for Han Qiu's next words.

He was alone, and his back was lonely, but Han Qiu always felt that the path this Catholic was walking was not lonely.

"Lonely paranoid! Anarchism? Ha ha." Han Qiu shook his head and smiled, turning around to continue the intoxicated banquet.

NO.17, after staying in the UK for a few days, the crew set off to return to the US.

Originally, Han Qiu wanted to give himself a few more days off to have a good time in England.But she was rejected by Zhou Yuxin. She had an inexplicable fear of this country, and she didn't know if she was frightened by the terrorist attacks that happened almost every year.

When Han Qiu heard Zhou Yuxin's refusal, Paul's words suddenly came to his mind, and for no reason, he also wanted to quit.After several struggles, the current situation appeared.

After returning to the United States, Han Qiu began to deal with post-production.Compared with The Dark Knight, V for Vendetta has much fewer special effects, and the biggest scene is the big explosion at the end of the movie.

This is what Han Qiu cares most about.

So, he started with this last shot.

It wasn't until November [-]rd that Han Qiu finished the shot he wanted.At the same time, he also told Warner's post-production staff of his request these days.

As soon as these employees saw Han Qiu explaining the funeral, they knew that the director was going to leave.In fact, Han Qiu did plan to go back to China to have a look.

In his plan, the shooting schedule was set until the end of November, but unexpectedly, the filming went smoothly beyond expectations, and it was more than a month ahead of schedule.

It seems that the movie will be released at the end of this year, so there is great hope.

After resting, Han Qiu also went to see Wen Ziren.Currently, the post-production of Saw is almost finished.

Wen Ziren said that he plans to release it in early December.

Of course, Han Qiu had no objection to this.At this time, it is time for the Yankees to enjoy this alternative bloody feast.

Two days later, on November [-]th, Han Qiu and Zhou Yuxin boarded a plane to Shanghai.

On the plane, Han Qiu looked at the clouds outside the window and suddenly asked, "Yu Xin, do you know what day it is today?"

"Today? November [-]th?" Zhou Yuxin asked blankly.

Han Qiu said meaningfully: "Yes, this is a special day."

Looking at Han Qiu's inscrutable look, Zhou Yuxin filtered out all the mainstream festivals in China and Europe and the United States, but she found helplessly that today was not attached with any special meaning.

"do not know."

Han Qiu chuckled, "Let me remind you, V for Vendetta."

"Huh?" Zhou Yuxin asked in surprise, "V? Isn't this the day V blew up the parliament building?"

Zhou Yuxin had read the script, and now that Han Qiu reminded her, she immediately remembered it.

Han Qiu nodded: "That's right, V has been thinking about this day for a long time."

However, what Han Qiu didn't know was that this day was also missed by another person for a long time.

London, England!
On the roof of a building, Chris was wearing a black trench coat and a black top hat, just like a magician performing on stage.

However, his stage is not limited to an area of ​​no more than a few tens of square meters.

This rooftop, this building, and even this city are his stage.

The higher you stand, the farther you can see, and at the same time, the stronger the wind.

The strong wind blew through, and the hem of Chris's clothes swayed slightly.He stood on the edge of the terrace, gazing down at the street below.

There was a sign with the shape of a car front drawn on it.

This represents the subway in the city.

His feet touched the concrete floor unhurriedly, as if he was counting the time.After a while, he raised his hand, glanced at his watch, and a frenzied smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Han Qiu, you said that thoughts will never die, and even history cannot erase its existence!"

"The fireworks that night were not shown to you. Today, it's time."

"V once said to people, please remember this day, remember November [-]th. Now, I also want to say to everyone, please remember this day, please remember November [-]th!"

next second.
boom!
Accompanied by a loud noise, a grand "fireworks" over the subway stations in the City of London
Bloomed!
(End of this chapter)