new kung fu king

Chapter 565 The bullshit foreign friend is obviously a little devil!

Xiong Xinxin's words reminded Wang Xiaohu of a lot of anecdotes from his previous life, that is, a series of unexpected reactions after the release of "Shaolin Temple".

Wang Xiaohu's childhood sweethearts could go to Shaolin Temple to learn art from a teacher, let alone other people.

This is the far-reaching influence of the movie. Wang Xiaohu felt that this was a responsibility, so after returning from the guest house where the athletes stayed, Wang Xiaohu wanted to add something to the movie.

"Old Wang, your phone number." Zhao Gang suddenly opened the door and said, "Mr. Liao is calling."

"Oh." Wang Xiaohu put down the pen in his hand, sighed, and walked to the manager's office of the guest house. These days, he used this phone to communicate with Shanghai at any time.

"Mr. Liao, hello."

"Hello, Xiao Wang." Mr. Liao seemed in a very good mood, and said on the phone with a smile: "I may trouble you with something."

"Uh!" Wang Xiaohu didn't say politely like before: "What's the trouble, you always give orders directly."

Because he knew that if he really said that, Mr. Liao and his gang would really not be polite to him, and even directly pressure you with a method similar to "political tasks".

"Uh, what's your attitude?" Mr. Liao asked.

"Uh, I'm just listening." Wang Xiaohu completely meant that I should listen to something first and then give you the result.

"The Japanese Shaolin Temple Boxing Alliance may go to Shaolin Temple tomorrow." Liao Gong said.

Wang Xiaohu frowned, the Japanese Shaolin Temple Boxing Alliance? "Zong Daochen?"

Mr. Liao was obviously a little surprised: "You even know Zong Daochen? But Zong Daochen is impossible to come. After he came to Shaolin Temple in June last year, he came again this year. He passed away shortly after returning home. This time he came to Shaolin Temple. His daughter Zong Yougui and 6 masters of the Japanese Shaolin Temple boxing alliance." The book was revised three times.)
"Hehe." Wang Xiaohu smiled without saying a word, thinking that anyone who has watched "Shaolin Temple" in his previous life knows that there is a small tidbit before the main feature film starts, which is about a group of Taoist officials from the Japanese Shaolin Temple Boxing Alliance who came to Shaolin Temple to "recognize their ancestors" Returning to the sect" and presented a one-meter-high bronze statue of Bodhidharma to Shaolin Temple.Of course, this tidbit was rarely seen later.

"Since I decided to shoot "Shaolin Temple", I called the Japan Shaolin Temple Boxing Alliance. They are very interested in this and want to come to China to see." Mr. Liao said with a smile: "This is a good opportunity to promote friendship all day long, so I must trouble you to help me receive it."

"Oh." Wang Xiaohu nodded.

The so-called: Wang Xiaohu does not have much interest in not seeking his own politics when he is not in his position. If he really does this, messy troubles may follow one after another. Ren didn't have any good feelings at all, so he curled his lips and said, "Mr. Liao, I'm sorry, "Shaolin Temple" is currently in the intense shooting stage, I'm afraid I don't have much time here."

"Oh! It's really difficult. How about this? Tomorrow, I will ask the comrades from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to accompany them. They are just watching the filming of "Shaolin Temple", so it won't waste your time."

Wang Xiaohu didn't give a definite answer, but asked a non-essential question: "Mr. Liao, don't tell me that I almost forgot. Did the Ministry of Foreign Affairs take pictures when Zong Daochen and the others came to Shaolin Temple this year?"

"It's filmed."

"That's good, I'll use some later." Wang Xiaohu added: "Didn't you always say that to promote the development of friendly relations between China and Japan, I will use some of the film to put in the movie."

"Okay, this method is good! I'll send someone to send it to you tomorrow." Hearing this, Mr. Liao said happily, "Also. Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Mr. Liao originally wanted to get a clear reply from Wang Xiaohu, but remembering the emotion in Wang Xiaohu's words, he stopped embarrassing him. After all, he is only an overseas Chinese in Hong Kong, not from the local area. It would be bad if the filming of "Shaolin Temple" was stopped because of this.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Xiaohu took more than 50 people from the crew to Shaolin Temple again. Today will continue yesterday’s long-shot shooting, that is, the Tianwang Hall and the Daxiong Hall. Also filmed.

It was very cold on Shaoshi Mountain in the middle and late November. Wang Xiaohu and others were all wearing yellow coats, gloves, and hats. After entering the mountain gate, they began to prepare for the erection of the shooting machine.

While arranging the erection of equipment, Zhang Yuan also began to be responsible for the availability of extras.

These extras are all recruited from the local area, and there are also a group of monks who used to maintain the normal operation of the Shaolin Temple, but the number of these monks is too small, and the total number of them is less than 20. In order to show a good Shaolin Temple, it is inevitable To use dozens of extras.

"Hey, who is that, you take the broom to sweep the floor." Zhang Yuan pinched his waist and assigned work to the extras with a loudspeaker: "The few who were in the Zhaitang yesterday continued, remember, if you go today, don't you just stand there stupidly?" , you have to show the posture of cooking porridge at home, and don't forget the lines!"

Several fat people in blue-gray monk robes nodded vigorously.

Zhang Yuan assigned tasks for them according to the roster, and distributed the props to them. Finally, he did not forget to say a few words: "I will send them back at noon today, otherwise I will not give you salary."

All the extras laughed, thinking that such an old-fashioned prop is rare, and they can't cook when they take it back.

Being despised by the extras in the mainland, Zhang Yuan was very upset, cursed in a low voice, and rushed to the Thousand Buddha Hall with a few employees of the company: "Hurry up, don't delay the champions changing their clothes."

In the early morning of winter, smoke billows from Shaolin Temple, and a dozen monks outside the Hall of Heavenly Kings are cleaning the sanitation inside the temple, making rustling noises.

On the bell tower, a monk is ringing the bell.

dong~dong~
The bell is long.

After the bell rang, the quiet Shaolin Temple became lively.

A group of young novice monks trotted into the Daxiong Hall, and then knelt together to read the morning class.

The sound of chanting scriptures and Muyu Province are intertwined, which has the momentum of a thousand-year-old temple.

Three cameras on the overhead track, two cameras on the bell tower, the track car on the ground in front of the Daxiong Palace, and two high-speed cameras on the remote control elevator all captured this scene.

Just taking pictures of Shaolin Temple for 2 minutes before and after the morning made Wang Xiaohu and others toss for more than two hours. After three shots in the sun, the Shaolin Temple under the lens did not have the same atmosphere just now, and we had to wait until tomorrow to continue shooting.

"Awei, how is your situation?" Wang Xiaohu asked Li Hanwei in front of the Daxiong Palace with a loudspeaker.

"Brother Hu, there is no problem on my side!" Li Hanwei made all OK gestures.

"Zhang Yimou, where are you?"

Zhang Yimou said loudly: "Mr. Wang, there is a place that I need to re-shoot tomorrow. I have already marked it on the track, and I have also memorized the angle and position."

"En." Wang Xiaohu nodded, very satisfied with Zhang Yimou's current performance. At some point, Zhang Yimou's requirements for the picture were more stringent than his own.

"You can tell Zhang Yuan later that you can dismantle the aerial rail car from the mountain gate to the Daxiong Palace, but you must leave Zhang Yimou's place." Wang Xiaohu said to the staff around him: "Don't dismantle it by mistake, otherwise you won't be able to do it." Ensure the continuity of the shots, and ask everyone to be careful when dismantling."

The staff member nodded: "Brother Hu, I understand, let's do it now."

"The demolition in front of it can be done quickly. I think the people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will be here soon. Don't let people see the mess."

After Wang Xiaohu finished speaking with a smile, he and Zhang Yimou and Li Hanwei went to the Thousand Buddha Hall, the practice room, and the Zhaitang.

Generally speaking, the progress of shooting this morning is relatively smooth, far better than the rush at the beginning yesterday, so Wang Xiaohu is in a pretty good mood so far.

"Qiangzi, did you not sleep well last night, cheer up!"

"Yangzi, you should have that kind of aura when you and Akui confront each other, yes, that's the look in your eyes."

As soon as the outdoor temperature rose, the film crew immediately began filming the spectacular scene of the monks practicing martial arts. Before starting the machine, Yuan Kui asked all the athletes to rehearse according to the movements set yesterday, and stood on high places to give pointers from time to time.

Wang Xiaohu was lying on the director's chair and taking a nap. He had the most work pressure in the crew these few days. After all, being a director is not that easy. He has to consider all aspects of the crew. If Yuan Heping was here to help him, he might be relaxed. point, but now, he can only make Yuan Kui work harder, and train Yuan Kui to be an executive director by the way.

Just when Wang Xiaohu was half asleep and half awake, he heard Yuan Kui lose his temper there.

"Did you make a mistake! You two always make mistakes!"

"Come again, come again!"

Wang Xiaohu was awakened by the sound, and he frowned for a long time before he saw Yuan Kui getting angry over there.

"What's the matter, the camera hasn't been turned on yet?" Wang Xiaohu asked Zhang Yimou beside him.

"Teacher Yuan said that the rehearsal has not passed, and the camera is not allowed." Zhang Yimou pointed to Sun Jiankui and Du Chuanyang, who were being trained on the field, and said, "The two of them kept making mistakes today, and they were out of state when they split up. Teacher Yuan lost his temper."

Wang Xiaohu got up from the director's chair, put on the yellow coat that Zhang Yimou gave him, and walked over with a wry smile: "Brother, what's the matter?"

Yuan Kui sighed and said, "It's not them. I don't know what kind of tricks they are playing. The movements are always wrong. Either the eyes are wrong, or they avoid it early. Virtuality and realism cannot be unified."

The virtuality and realism that Yuan Kui said are the duality of the movements designed by the martial arts director.This is what Wang Xiaohu told the Seven Little Fortunes when he was free to design "Fist of Fury".

Movies are a combination of falsity and verisimilitude, which determines that the martial arts movements in Kung Fu movies also have this nature. As far as their falsity is concerned, the martial arts movements in Kung Fu movies are basically designed in advance, and the reproduction after rehearsal is A simulated performance.

The so-called real fighting that is completely free from search and design is just a creative concept. Wang Xiaohu only used Capola, Green West judo, hip-hop and other comprehensive improvisation in the decisive battle of "Warrior", and Bruce Lee's interception Boxing is head-to-head.

This has also become the only set of action shots in kung fu movies that do not have a complete set of moves, but it cannot be imitated by anyone. The premise is that Wang Xiaohu and Bruce Lee have a year and a half of actual combat simulation confrontation. Already have a considerable degree of familiarity, knowing what kind of actions to make can not hurt the opponent, and can still maintain the real value of simulating actual combat.

Later, Wang Xiaohu also wanted to pursue this kind of authenticity, trying to achieve an artistic authenticity through art and technical processing, but he couldn't achieve it, because there is only one Bruce Lee in this world. After Bruce Lee, there is no one who can Someone who maintained such a high degree of tacit understanding with him appeared.

"Maybe Donnie Yen is a good choice." Thinking this way, Wang Xiaohu quickly woke up from his reverie, patted Yuan Kui on the shoulder and said, "Brother, take a rest first, I'll talk to them."

Yuan Kui's face was not very good-looking, he nodded and went to the side to rest.

"Sun Jiankui, I'll show you a show." Wang Xiaohu handed the yellow coat to Yu Hai, and took the long stick from Du Chuanyang.

There is no difference between leading dramas in martial arts and traditional performances. The difference is that in traditional performances, veteran actors quickly infect each other through their acting skills, and then compete with each other.

In kung fu movies, the leading role is that experienced martial arts directors personally go into battle and dismantle the opponent's moves, so that the opponent can find their own shortcomings, and let the opponent meet the shooting requirements as soon as possible.

"The ancestors created routines not for performance and appreciation, but to let practitioners understand the offensive and defensive points of moves through routines. If you are immersed in routines and forget the most basic practical use of martial arts, then any moves will be lost to you. The extravagant show is also a show!"

Wang Xiaohu held the stick in his hand, his eyes suddenly changed: "Let's start!"

Fifteen minutes later, Sun Jiankui fell to the ground for the third time with a thud, and quickly got up with a grin and said, "I know what to do, hehe."

"If you know how to do it, hurry up and practice. If you are scolded by my senior brother in the future, I will not save you." Wang Xiaohu threw the long stick to Du Chuanyang and said, "Continue to practice."

The boys nodded in agreement, and another round of training was in full swing.

"Brother, don't treat yourself like Dynamite, you can only ask for trouble, try to solve the problem in another way next time."

Wang Xiaohu walked up to Yuan Kui, patted him on the shoulder and said.

Yuan Kui nodded with a wry smile: "Ah Hu, I think about it too, but my foundation is not as solid as Big Eye's. He has at least studied the Northern School of Kung Fu for a long time. This is the second Kung Fu film I am solely responsible for."

"It's okay, take your time. I usually communicate with those athletes more often, and I want to spend time with them to learn various weapons." Wang Xiaohu said with a smile: "This will definitely benefit us in the future, let's put down our airs occasionally Integrate among them and listen to their own ideas, after all, the level of these athletes is still good."

Yuan Kui hummed, and agreed with Wang Xiaohu's proposal very much. After thinking about it, it was true. The last time I filmed "Mythology", this feeling might not have been very strong, but the rehearsal of "Shaolin Temple" in the planning stage allowed Yuan Kui to fully I feel that Hong Kong Kung Fu movies are deficient in some aspects.

Hong Kong is originally a place in southern Guangdong. In terms of martial arts schools, southern martial arts such as Hongquan, Wing Chun, and Cai Lifoquan are popular, which are quite different from traditional martial arts such as Tai Chi and Bagua in the north. Most of the martial arts instructors in Hong Kong Kung Fu movies in the 20s practiced southern martial arts, and most of the movements they designed were mainly from the southern school. A large number of legendary films of the Guangdong generation such as Lu Ah Cai, Huang Feihong, Su Qier and others were shot. These factors make Liu Jialiang, the master of Southern Kung Fu, is unique.

Even in the first few years of Wang Xiaohu's rebirth, he tried his best to maintain this situation. It was not until the filming of "Hong Xiguan" that he teamed up with Jet Li to present the northern style of play that made Hong Kong audiences confused.

Now that he is filming "Shaolin Temple", Yuan Kui finally understands Wang Xiaohu's good intentions in letting himself and Yuan De act as martial arts instructors in "Hong Xi Guan".

To put it bluntly, Wang Xiaohu wanted his brothers to play the unique logo of Xiehe Company in the martial arts guidance circle dominated by the Southern School. "Hong Xiguan" is the prelude, and "Shaolin Temple" is the symphony of singing and vigorously playing. The people inside were frightened and vowed not to give up.

"North and South take everything. Not only must we expand our influence in martial arts guidance, the most important thing is, don't let our counterparts in the mainland underestimate us. The market in the mainland is the biggest!"

Wang Xiaohu's words made Yuan Kui feel inferior. It turns out that the scope of my junior brother's consideration is wider than everyone's guess!
is not that right? "Mythology" is now in full bloom on the mainland. If it wins and pursues, it may take a big step forward in the development of Hong Kong movies in the mainland!
It can be said that when Wang Xiaohu was preparing "Shaolin Temple", Xiehe Company was already ahead of other Hong Kong filmmakers. This kind of advanced awareness and keen vision is really convincing.

"I'll go see how they're preparing, and try to take a picture before lunch." Yuan Kui stood up and said after finishing his emotion.

"Hehe, let's go." Wang Xiaohu stretched his waist, saw that the sun was not bad, and planned to continue to take a nap, at this moment, Zhao Gang's loud voice came from a distance: "Old Wang, it's not good!" , your people are fighting with foreign friends! You should go and have a look!"

"Foreign friends?" Wang Xiaohu was stunned, and got up from the director's chair. After thinking for a while, his eyes immediately widened: "The fart foreign friends are obviously his mother's little Japanese devils!"

After saying that, Wang Xiaohu ran out quickly, and said to Zhao Gang: "What's the situation? Why should the little devil want to beat my people!"

"Your people were not beaten, it was the little devil who was beaten!"

(End of this chapter)