Disaster Artist

The realism of the picture broke through the lens and rushed to the face, as if the whole picture had vitality and became alive in an instant. Lu Qian concentrated on capturing every detail in the lens, and felt the rhythm and rhythm of breathing with his heart. In a trance, it merges with the lens.

What's more than Lu Qian?

At this moment, the entire studio was silent, all the staff stared with bated breath, and before they knew it, they had completely entered the world in front of them. The thumping heart hit was stronger and stronger than ever, as if they could clearly feel the power of blood spurting. .

The careful coordination and flowing mirror movement can be called seamless, pulling the audience's thoughts into Artest's world, and then the perspective has been changed.

This is exactly what Lu Qian hoped to achieve - just as Lu Qian thought, Chen Mu was able to complete such a high-quality shooting, and he really lived up to his previous thoughts and efforts.

The picture is not over yet.

Knocked down two opponents in a row, the footsteps paused a little, Artest looked around vigilantly, thought he could breathe a little, but in the next second, another person on the left rushed over with a long knife and grabbed it. Artest sprinted at full speed in the gap of his breathing, and the pressure of inertial acceleration hit his face.

Danger!

It can be clearly felt that the camera lens and Artest's movements are all at once, and the momentary sense of staring makes the entire studio's breathing congeal slightly, and the reaction of the hair standing up can really feel the immersive fear, adrenal glands. The element exploded instantly.

whoosh...

Suddenly, a gust of wind whizzed past, and the bright blade reflected the sparse lights in the corridor, inadvertently stunned, and before I could see clearly, I could only see a figure rushing past— —

Artest's sudden braking back-up action narrowly avoided the surprise sprint.

However, the focus of the camera lens shifted away from Artest for the first time, and quickly shifted along with the whistling figure, watching the back of the staggering forward but trying his best to control his body, his center of gravity was unstable, and he was already Lost the advantage of raiding.

In the next second, Artest reappeared from the side of the camera and rushed forward with all his strength. Immediately thereafter, the angle of the camera lens remained motionless, but he quickly followed Artest and rushed forward, making the audience feel the perfect feeling between entering and exiting. The change of Artest's perspective, immersed in Artest's eyes for a short second, and then the action of Artest's "rushing" out creates a sense of substitution that breaks through the lens and breaks into reality.

It seems that the hearts of the audience are also involved, and they almost break free and fly out.

approach. kick the ground. Take off. Fly kick.

Artest jumped high, his feet together and accurately kicked the opponent's back.

boom!

The guy just flew out, but before Artest landed to adjust his center of gravity, he could see another enemy rushing out in the direction the guy just flew out from.

One, then another, then another.

Overwhelmed!

But Artest didn't panic at all, he took advantage of the inertia of forward rush to take advantage of the situation, instead of retreating, he advanced and took the initiative to meet.

Falling to the ground, the pole stick, before standing up, he added a stick to the figure on the ground, and quickly flipped his wrist, like a drummer with a drum set, and a series of continuous blows in a flower style ensured that the opponent would no longer be able to fight back.

Standing, rushing forward, a stab from the bottom to the top, piercing the soft underbelly, and burying your head and arching your back to continue rushing forward, using your body's center of gravity to destroy the opponent's balance, the right hand quickly draws the knife back and forth horizontally from the bottom to the left, light and sharp The blade pierced through the air and stabbed, and finally stood up suddenly, the force of the action of squatting and standing overturned the opponent, and at the same time the opponent's left calf was bleeding.

Flip, bully, one step forward will compress all the action space of the enemy on the right side, the dagger will pierce the lower abdomen, and then pull it up in one go, just like pulling a zipper, the ear can clearly hear the clatter With the sound, in the next second, you can see the plasma and internal organs rushing out, and you can even hear the sound of blood tearing, beating above the eardrum.

Next, cut the throat.

Next, broken knees.

Next, hit the temples.

Next, seven blood holes were pierced from the front of the body.

Next, elbow down the spine.

The crowds continued to emerge, and more and more appeared at the same time. Artest's movements became more and more neat and tidy, and his moves were fatal and startling.

Each opponent can evolve different tricks, ending the opponent with the simplest and cleanest moves.

In the monitor, the lens is flowing unstoppably like mercury pouring down, and the focus follows Artest's shoulders and behind his head like a shadow, breathing near or far, keenly capturing Artest's every movement while tossing and turning. Every attack.

In the studio, Chen Mu's footsteps danced like butterflies, and he followed Guan Zhou step by step, advancing and retreating appropriately, light and agile, and performed a thrilling tango in the back and forth interaction, every move and every style. A deadly charm.

Hold your breath.

Everyone in the audience held their breaths. Even if they couldn't do it, the lighter and lighter breaths would almost be inaudible, lest any little movement might lead to the failure of the show, not because of the hard work they tried many times before and after. They are fully engaged, but because of the impact of the rhythm and rhythm of the moment, they cannot extricate themselves.

Tango exudes a dangerous but charming fatal attraction. In the process of pulling and confronting, I deeply feel the enthusiasm and wantonness, just like a volcano eruption; but this flame sinks into the camera picture calmly like water, all Passion is all sealed in every move.

Incredible.

Artest's breathing was rough and scorching hot, and he could clearly feel the physical exhaustion caused by the continuous wheel battle. The young and tender baby face became more and more serious. The sweat and blood stains were mixed together, and the stains added to the cheeks. With a touch of heroism, a murderous aura burst out from his deep eyes, as if he could feel the jaw line tightening along with the striking action~www.novelmt.com~ However, the two fists were no match for the four hands, because they were suppressed by the number of people. , A steady stream of enemies made Artest face difficulties repeatedly, both hands were deprived by the opponent's joint attack, and then fell into hand-to-hand combat with bare hands.

Broken bone. dislocation. Hit the head. boxing.

The sound of punching to the flesh creates a graceful melody, and it seems that even the corridor lights have softened, and you can vaguely feel the splattered plasma like paint splashing ink into a painting, so that the camera breathes with it.

Bang Bang Bang!

Bang Bang Bang!

The small arm hit the small arm, and the solid sound seemed to be playing the melody of bones colliding. Artest barely resisted the opponent's violent storm, and finally found a gap, and hit his chest with a straight punch with his left hand. , and take advantage of the knee to step up against the opponent's stomach.

Uh.

A groan.