MTL - Best Actor-Chapter 47 The farce has to end

On the turntable, the camera follows the lower part of the boom and begins to zoom in, and in the boat, the story is about to progress to the most critical place.

"Oh...oh...God..."

"It's alright, it's alright, we have to give you..."

, seems to be willing to strangle him to death.

"Cut!" Minghella's voice soon rang out, and then directed the photographer to continue shooting from different angles, especially the part where Dick strangled Ripley's neck, which was repeated repeatedly try.

This way, Jude has to touch up his makeup every few minutes to make sure his forehead is bleeding, and when he's savage, he'll look hideous.

After repeatedly shooting for dozens of minutes, Mingla finally showed a satisfied look, and then waved his hand while everyone was relieved: "One last time."

!Kill you!"

"What's the matter?" Mingella quickly stopped and asked the assistant next to him to go up and take a look. Jude seemed to be stunned. After letting go, he sat on the bed at a loss.

"I... I'm fine, I'm fine." Shawn, who touched the back of his head, sat up with someone's support, raised his other hand, and signaled that everything was fine.

Although he insisted again and again, several field assistants helped him down under Minggla's instructions, helped him sit in the rest area, and found someone who knew first aid to check.

"It's nothing serious," Art Director Roy Walker knew about these injuries, so he came over to check on Sean, "The back of the head is not swollen, of course, if you're worried, you can Go to the hospital to check."

"No," Sean shook his head quickly, "I'm fine, just touched it, nothing happened."

"Okay, Sean, just take a break," Minghella said, "You've done a good job, you don't need to shoot that scene just now."

Since the director said so, Sean is no longer insisting, sitting in his chair with peace of mind, watching other people busy.

"Hey." A voice sounded, turning his head to look, Jude Law came over at some point and stood there looking at him.

"Um... Sean," he finally said again, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, just touched it, it's not a big problem." Sean made a fine gesture, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Um..." He hesitated, scratching his head, not knowing whether to advance or retreat, but finally he sighed and looked him in the eyes, "I'm sorry, I I've been in a bad mood lately."

"Actually you did a good job, at least... I feel good playing with you." Jude said this, probably because he finally said the previous sentence, he seemed relaxed Many, with a smile on their faces.

"You are also very good, you are much older than me, you have rich experience in acting, and I have learned a lot from you." Sean is the truth, as long as he has time, he will also Watch how Jude, Hoffman and even Gwyneth perform.

"I'm only three years older than you, but I do have more acting experience." Jude waved his hand.

Sean was stunned for a moment, and then reacted. When he was fighting for this role, Frederick reported his age by five years and revised the file. Now he should be 23 age instead of 18.

"Sean?" Another voice came over, very familiar, almost without looking to know who it was.

"What's the matter, Mr. Holberg?" Sean turned to the visitor calmly.

"Are you okay? Need a break?" Hoberg still had that smiling expression on his face.

"No problem, I'll be working right away," Sean said.

"Very well, prepare, we will finish the 56th act alone." Hoberg didn't mean to refuse at all, and after saying hello to Jude, he left quickly .

Can't wait. Sean grunted in his heart, and stood up and started to prepare.

Seeing this, Jude also planned to leave, but after two steps he turned back, stopped Sean and coughed lightly: "Sean, although our relationship is very ordinary, I also I don't want you to misunderstand anything, but I still want to say, be careful, William Hoberg."

He said something vague, but his eyes were serious, which made Sean feel a little more favorable.

"Thanks for your advice, Jude, I'll remember." Sean nodded.

It seems that he is not a narrow-minded person, and his indifference before is probably related to his lack of qualifications to be the protagonist. But it should be all right now, it's more cost-effective to fall on the good intentions of another person, especially the last sentence, which makes him more confident. In constant contact with the crew and Galen's help, Sean basically confirmed that this farce is about to end.

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William Holberg was quite annoyed during this time. His boss, Harvey Weinstein, has asked him more than once, when will he be able to get that kid out of the crew, and the more he goes to the back, the more severe.

You know, the longer the shooting time, the more stable the other party's place in the crew, and the more difficult it will be to get out. Although it is not that there has been a change of actors in the middle of the filming, either the actor quits himself, or the actor has made a major mistake. Even so, the crew has to bear considerable losses, so Weinstein is quite unhappy.

He was unhappy, and Hoberger was also unhappy. He had already said that even the boss couldn't be tough. What could he do with his own little executive producer? Although he racked his brains to think of a way to win over Chicharelli, hoping to provoke the anger of young people, he would write some articles. Unexpectedly, although Sean was young, he was very calm and swallowed the sullen breath abruptly.

Hooberg had no choice but to pause and wait for the movie to start before finding another chance. The other party was a newcomer, he didn't know much about the operation of the set, and he was under a lot of pressure, so he couldn't let the director down, so he took Cicciarelli to work on the work arrangement together, trying to use his busy work to help him. crush him.

Ciccharelli didn't want to do it. When Frederick told Sean's agent that it didn't matter if he didn't get paid, he had a bad feeling, not to mention—

"You said, as long as I say a few words," Chicharelli said to Hoberg.

"Yeah, I said so, but Ferry, we're in the same boat. Don't you think you're now like that kid admitting it wrong and making it public, and he'll Have you left the past behind and ignored it? Will Mingela forgive you?" Hoberg just said these words, leaving the other party speechless.

After a whole week like this, Sean's changes, from the full state at the beginning to the ups and downs now, are all in Hoberg's eyes. However, he was still brave. He was injured during the shooting yesterday. He could have seized the opportunity to rest. In the past, Holberg was only holding the attitude of giving it a try. I didn't expect him to agree.

Well, whatever he was thinking, Holberg was going to find a topic to talk about today. Although it may be better to let him rest for a while after the weekend and continue to apply pressure, just like after a long run, it is easier to break down after taking a break for 20 or 30 minutes, but Holberg has not much It's time.

Soon, he found an excuse.

The question is still obvious.

"Sorry, sir, it won't happen again next time." Sean said in a sincere tone.

"No next time? Mr. Tang, just two shots ago, you said the same, are these difficult? Are these shots more difficult than those shot by the director himself? Hoberg was a little aggressive. "If you're a little more serious, we don't have to do this at all!"

"I'm just a little tired, Mr. Holberg, I haven't been in a good state for the past two days." The other party lowered his posture.

But this is obviously not what Hoberg wants: "No one is not tired, Mr. Tang, I am tired, the photographer is tired, the gaffer is tired, the grounds are tired, the assistants are tired Tired, everyone is tired! If you want to take a break, just finish these shots so I and everyone can take a break."

He felt that his performance was perfect, and he successfully targeted everyone at Sean, making them feel that this situation was caused by Sean. Therefore, as long as there is a little more sparks to ignite the resentment in their hearts, they can successfully force Sean to a desperate situation.

Holberg thought so happily until a voice sounded.

"You **** know we're going to rest?" A burly figure walked into the set, "Since you **** know what we need, you still arrange so many things?!"

"What... what's going on?" Holberg couldn't turn his head for a while. He knew the man in front of him, a field assistant who was in charge of operating the mobile car.

"That's right, you said we need a break, so you still arrange such intensive work? I don't even know when the last break was!" Another person came out, Hoberg Still know, an assistant in the lighting team.

"He doesn't care about us!"

"He only cares about himself!"

"Even Sean is so rude, and he expects him to think about us?!"

With their leadership, the surrounding staff opened their mouths one by one, all with anger, which seemed to have accumulated for a long time, and their voices became louder and louder.

Holberg looked at the angry people at a loss, no, this is not his script, why are they all targeting himself and not Sean? It was as if triumphantly lit the fuse, wanting to see the other party being blown to pieces, only to find that he was the one sitting on the gunpowder pile. Cold sweat dripped from his back, he faintly felt as if he had overlooked something, and then he saw Sean in the crowd, standing there quietly, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.