This director needs to apologize

Chapter 115 The misery is beyond recognition
Liu Dongjun's one-man show was the longest one since filming started.

The real-life exercise lasted for four days, with more than 4 rehearsals.

The actual shooting took another three days and took more than 3 shots.

Sam Mendes said in the behind-the-scenes of "1917" that the actor had to perform the longest scene 56 times. After "1951" is released, Chen Yiming can brag about this.

During that week of filming, everyone in the group was in a state of ecstasy.

Paul, who held the Steadicam the whole time, couldn't bear it anymore and had to rotate with his assistant.

An Xiaofeng, who was carrying the radio pole, couldn't hold on on the fourth day and had to ask his colleagues to temporarily take over.

The pyrotechnics team made 10 boxes of smoke cans with added materials, but they couldn't hold up for four days of rehearsals. Later, they rushed to make 4 boxes just to have enough.After the scene was filmed, two truck compartments were filled with empty smoke cans that were taken away.

Everyone else could take turns to rest, but Liu Dongjun had no one to take his place. He actually persisted for 7 days and finished the whole show.

This kid entered the state of a walking zombie on the third day. His actions basically relied on instinct, and every performance was different.

The three directors no longer told him about the scene and allowed him to act as he pleased, as long as he made sure to keep moving in the direction where the smoke was lighter and reach the next scene before the smoke completely dissipated.

On the last day of filming, everyone looked at Chen Yiming as if they were looking at something dirty.

Because Liu Dongjun was really miserable after being tortured.

In order to make Chen Yiming shout "pass", Liu Dongjun tried his best and exhausted all possibilities of subjective imagination.

He rolled on the ground, spread himself out and pretended to be dead, unzipped his pants and peed, raged and cursed in the street, was crazy, fearful, forbearing, angry, good at but not good at, used to not used to it, he did it all. Tried.

Every time Xiangrui shouted "Ka", he couldn't help but run to Chen Yiming and stare at him with an accusing look on his face.

Even once after Liu Dongjun finished his performance, Xiangrui, who was holding a small TV, couldn't help but shout "pass" for Chen Yiming.

Lin Xiao and Sang Ping also said that Mu Mu has performed well and can be put away.

Then they would watch with helpless expressions as Chen Yiming called Liu Dongjun and Paul over and asked them if they could shoot again?

Student Xiao Liu nodded mechanically. These days, except for talking to himself or swearing in the camera, he remained silent at other times.

Paul, on the other hand, follows the lead of his "lover in the mirror". Even when he puts down the camera and looks at Liu Dongjun, he is full of affection.

After letting Liao Feifei touch up her makeup with a dull face, Liu Dongjun staggered back to the ridge and lay down.

Luo Baohe had already directed his assistant to replace and reset the smoke canister with ease.

Xiangrui confirmed with each department according to the procedure, then picked up the microphone and reluctantly shouted, "ACTION".

The smoke cans exploded one after another, releasing gray-green smoke that gradually gathered into a ball and covered the entire hillside.

In the monitor, Liu Dongjun curled up into a ball with his head in his hands and remained motionless, letting himself be enveloped in smoke that was heavier than air.

Lin Xiao couldn't help but said, "Yi Ming, stop quickly, the wood doesn't look right."

Sang Ping's eyes also changed, but he hesitated and hesitated to speak, and finally remained silent.

Chen Yiming held his breath and counted his increasingly faster heartbeat. When he reached the 15th beat, he reached for the walkie-talkie.

At this moment, Liu Dongjun suddenly let out a long breath, changed his arms to a half-kneeling position, and broke out into a violent cough.

He coughed so hard that his face was covered with tears and snot, and he coughed until his arms could no longer support his body and he fell to the ground.

Chen Yiming bent his outstretched hand and put it on his chin, continuing to stare at Liu Dongjun on the monitor.

While coughing, the latter hurriedly groped for his equipment. He first touched his satchel. He couldn't turn it over in his eagerness, so he tilted his body and tipped the contents out of the bag.

Biscuits and potatoes rolled out. He touched it twice and pulled it aside. He put down his satchel and continued to touch the kettle.

After tugging twice but it didn't move, he used all his strength to break the strap of the kettle. He took it and unscrewed the lid and poured it on his face. Only a few drops of water came out before it was empty.

There was a more violent cough, and he covered his throat with both hands and rolled over on his back. His feet continuously kicked the ground, slower and slower until they hung down feebly.

His hands began to spread out, and his left hand plucked again and again on his lower back, pulled out something and threw it aside. Paul used a push mirror to zoom in on the details. It turned out that the bugle inserted in his lower back had hit his waist.

After feeling comfortable and no longer moving his left hand, Paul moved the camera to his right hand through a close-up of his face.

Recorded by the camera, Liu Dongjun's right hand moved slowly on the ground, groping until his index finger touched the submachine gun that had been thrown on the ground.

With great difficulty, his fingers pressed on the submachine gun and moved it bit by bit, from the butt, to the strap, and then to the barrel.

Paul seemed to clearly understand what the owner of the hand was going to do next. He pulled the lens back to the mid-shot at the right time and put Liu Dongjun's face into the frame.The face that was so painful a moment ago with veins popping out was now calm. The fingers on the barrel of the gun slowly bent and closed, and gradually showed strength.

Liu Dongjun put the submachine gun upright and put the butt on the ground, finally raised half of his body, and then lay down weakly again.

He let go of the submachine gun with his right hand, reached for his left arm, pulled off the white towel tied to his upper arm, and threw it on the right side of his body.

Then he turned sideways, unzipped his pants, and Paul smoothly changed the position of the camera to his back.

After soaking the towel, Liu Dongjun wiped it on his face with the towel. Although his eyes were red and swollen, he could already open them a little.

With a towel tied to his face, Liu Dongjun tried to stand up again with his submachine gun in his hand. This time he succeeded.

He groped his way up to higher ground. His impaired vision and dense craters made him stumble and crawl.

Paul followed step by step with an over-the-shoulder perspective. Every time Liu Dongjun fell, he seemed to be prepared. The viewfinder always firmly covered one of Liu Dongjun's shoulders.

Seeing Liu Dongjun gradually approaching the ridgeline, with the finish line in sight, Xiangrui couldn't help but shout "passed" and cheered.

Liu Dongjun suddenly froze on the spot, picked up the submachine gun and slung it over his shoulder, then groped and slapped him for a while.

Then he turned around suddenly, which stunned Paul, leaving an unexpected frontal close-up.

"Hiss!" The face in the monitor made Chen Yiming take a deep breath.

A dirty towel covered most of his face, and under his military cap were two eyes as swollen as walnuts. This face could no longer be considered a performer because there was no room for expression.

However, something called faith burst out from the only exposed eyes, which were narrowed into two slits, and directly shined into Chen Yiming's heart.

Chen Yiming couldn't tell what kind of belief it was, but he could feel the firm will of "must do it".

At this time, the smoke began to gradually dissipate, and everyone on the ridge could vaguely see Liu Dongjun's figure. Everyone was surprised. It was obvious that we would reach the editing point after just a few steps, so why did we turn around and look back?
Liu Dongjun began to regain control of his body, walking more steadily and faster, and in the end he was almost trotting back to the previous ridge.

He stood there and looked around, and Paul, who was following him, panned the camera to the front in tacit agreement.

He put down the gun, squatted down, groped and scratched on the ground with his eyes narrowed.

The first thing he touched was the kettle. With trembling hands, he stuffed the lid with the rope cover in place and fixed it on his back on the left side of his waist.

The next thing I touched were biscuits and potatoes, I also shivered and patted the dust away before taking back my satchel.

Finally, he picked up the bugle, pulled the towel off his face, wiped it clean, and put it back on his lower back.

After tidying up his military appearance, Liu Dongjun picked up the submachine gun, patted the handguard of the submachine gun, and carried it solemnly on his back.

He turned around again and walked towards the ridge in an arrogant but steady manner.

Paul, who had already adjusted to following the mirror, retreated and retreated toward the top of the mountain, staying 2 meters away from Liu Dongjun.

An Xiaofeng, who was on the outside, was taking care of the radio pole and "finding the way" for Paul to prevent him from accidentally retreating into the pit.

The closer you get to the ridge, the higher the terrain gets, and the remaining smoke gets closer to the ground. In everyone's sight, a figure breaks through the fog and moves forward firmly.

The route leading to the editing point has long been cleared, and the crew is like a marathon crowd, gathering on both sides of the finish line, ready to witness the moment when the champion is born.

Liu Dongjun, with an unrecognizable face, stepped onto the ridge as if no one else was watching and successfully crossed the finish line.

Then, as if his bones had been ripped away, he broke free from the restraints of the camera behind his shoulders and fell to the ground.

Xiangrui couldn't wait to shout "Click!", Paul dropped the Steadicam in relief, and An Xiaofeng simply threw the radio pole into the sky.

Everyone gathered around him excitedly, and did not dislike Liu Dongjun for once "peeing in mud". They patted and rubbed him, expressing their admiration and appreciation for him.

Xiaomei kept shouting "Give in, give in," and led the health doctor to squeeze into the middle of the crowd to examine Liu Dongjun.

Not to mention the continuous torment these days, just in that scene just now, Liu Dongjun coughed and made everyone's heart skip a beat, and his body was twisted into a knot. It was really uneasy to not check it out.

No one looked at Chen Yiming behind the monitor, and no one thought about resetting or reshooting, because everyone had already decided in their hearts that this was it!

After a week of rehearsals and actual shooting, some scenes moved these people, and some scenes moved those people, but this one just moved everyone.

Several young ladies gathered around Liu Dongjun and cried until they had runny noses and tears. He pulled them up and asked them why they were crying. The answer was that they didn't know!I just want to cry!
Lin Xiao and Sang Ping were also asking Chen Yiming similar questions.

The two of them were really curious, because according to their own standards, the material they had shot before could not be shouted out.

So what standards did Chen Yiming use to adhere to it and finally reach this point?
(End of this chapter)