Disaster Artist

From the one-shot-to-bottom section display of the side profile to the movement substitution of the first-view realistic shot, Lu Qian used such a method to let the audience enter Artest's "head", completing the transformation from the group portrait to the individual's perspective; The way to create the first climax of the second act, detonating adrenaline.

When Lu Qian proposed the entire filming concept, the entire crew was stunned, including Chen Mu, who was also dumbfounded——

It turns out that action movies can still be made like this?

Can the camera lens still be scheduled like this? Can the composition of the picture be dissected like this? Can perspective switching and narrative focus still be done in this way?

Hard to imagine.

"Unfriending" is already a fantastic idea to shoot through the front camera of the computer, but after all, it does not show the director's creativity in the language of the lens, but this time I can really feel that Lu Qian's control over the movie screen breaks the Routines create rules, and new languages ​​are used to complete the narrative.

Creativity has surpassed imagination; and more importantly, how should they be accomplished?

After the daily shooting, from the camera crew to the martial arts instruction team, from the lighting team to the set team, the entire crew needs to hold meetings to discuss, brainstorming with Lu Qian as the center, giving full play to everyone's professional knowledge, trying to present Get a perfect shot.

Filming is no longer a simple repetitive task, but an artistic creation that requires a creative spirit.

How do they have time to pay attention to all the gossip on social networks?

Under the leadership of Lu Qian, the "raid" crew showed a completely different appearance, and the daily work has also become a challenge, and there are new things every day.

In the blink of an eye, the crew is about to launch their fifth attempt, a little nervous and a little looking forward to it. So, will it be successful this time?

"...Start shooting!"

Accompanied by the password of the scene, the entire crew is like a precision instrument, running at high speed.

At this time, Chen Mu's camera assistant was sitting on the camera track, and he was responsible for shooting the horizontally moving shot to the end. Because the camera was fixed on the track, another assistant could push the shelf to complete the moving shooting. The parameters have been debugged in advance by Chen Mu, so the core of the camera is stability, and the camera assistant can complete it.

As for Chen Mu himself, he personally took charge of the shooting of the second segment.

On the left, at the end of the corridor, a door was pushed open, and two figures staggered out.

One is the baby-faced Artest, and the other is Jiang Tao, who is full of flesh.

Jiang Tao's abdomen was injured. He covered his abdomen with his left hand, but he could still see the blood slowly seeping out. The camouflage uniform had been dyed black, and he was staggering. Every time he moved, he could deeply feel the pain of the wound. The whole person's weight was on Artest.

Artest helped Jiang Tao move forward, looking around nervously, trying his best to control their movements to avoid alarming potential enemies.

"Where are we going?" Jiang Tao couldn't take it anymore.

"Look for the uncle who lives on this floor." Artest knew that they needed a safe haven and avoided the fire for the time being, otherwise Jiang Tao might have no chance.

The uncle was the one they met on the first floor. Jiang Tao obviously didn't believe the other party and thought the other party was also a bad guy, but Artest had a different idea.

"Do not……"

"Trust my gut, he's not theirs."

"Don't throw me to him."

"He can be trusted."

"If that **** guy tortures me, trust me, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost."

Jiang Tao tensed up and tried to resist, but found that his strength was draining, and he couldn't even speak, so what else could he do?

hum.

At this moment, there was the sound of the door opening, and a figure rushed out of the room, waving a machete and rushing towards Artest and Jiang Tao.

Artest was slightly shorter, Jiang Tao barely supported Artest's shoulders, stood on one foot, squatted down with Artest, and flashed the opponent's first knife.

Then, Artest lowered his right hand slightly, and the dagger he held back slammed and pulled from the opponent's chest. Before he could see any traces of wounds, he next used the police baton in his left hand to flick his wrist and slammed it hard. Hit each other on the cheek.

uh.

The opponent was hit from the front, and he leaned back, the blood in front of his chest burst out, and the knee fell to the ground as soon as he was soft.

hum.

Immediately after, the door of the next room also opened, and then the next room, and then the next room. The door of the room opened one after another, and one enemy after another appeared. In a blink of an eye, the long and narrow corridor became crowded, and about six people walked one after another. Armed with a weapon, he rushed towards Artest.

Right knife and left stick, Artest's two-handed weapons are dazzling, Jiang Tao only relied on one arm to support Artest's shoulders to maintain balance, his footsteps staggered forward like drunk fists, and then the two of them swayed like this Akira will break through the enemy all the way and move forward.

With one stick and one knife, the opponent's thigh was torn into two halves, and the blood was gushing out like a fountain.

As soon as it was bumped and pulled, the dagger in the right hand continuously drew a "zigzag" shape. The chest, abdomen, thighs, and calves couldn't respond to the lightning-fast movements until the right foot was raised and kicked fiercely towards the abdomen. The blood was fully ejected.

Turning and pulling, using the baton to control the opponent's neck, quickly pulling close, destroying the opponent's center of gravity, seeing that the two were about to collide head-on, the dagger was inserted and pulled toward the throat, and the burst of blood instantly made the gray T The shirt turned black, and then a side three-stage kick came from the left leg, which directly kicked the opponent out.

Cut throat. Chop your hands. Broken leg. Cut tendons. Hit the chest.

The muffled sound of thump thump and the scratches of chirp sounded like a symphony, and Jiang Tao swayed around Artest like a marionette, Artest's footsteps always revolved around Jiang Tao, never far away, and the dancing footsteps showed The lightness and smoothness of the ballet is indescribable.

Everything, everything is presented by the camera from left to right, like the picture of the river on the Qingming Festival. The realistic presentation in the end is filled with blood and violence, as if you can smell the breath of death, but because Artest and Jiang Tao's elusive dance steps cooperate to add a little beauty, he stopped breathing in an instant.

Breathtaking gaze.

Twelve, exactly twelve, the side profile shot is nothing but a "Last Supper" oil painting, with graceful lines drawn with blood and bones.

Then, Jiang Tao couldn't hold on, because the corner was right in front of him, and he could see four people rushing out in a hustle and bustle. Artest's footsteps were suddenly disrupted, and the two separated in different directions.

Artest tried to hold Jiang Tao back, but the death crisis in front of him made the right hand he had just stretched out pulled back. After a turn, his vision was immediately overwhelmed by the endless crowds.

Danger!

Danger!

Danger!