Chapter 146 You are very good Wu Mu raised his head and looked quietly at the great French director in front of him. But his look immediately startled the old man Matthew who was waiting with a stern face. He looked at Wu Mu with a slightly suspicious look. Why does this person suddenly feel completely different from before? What changed? Matthew frowned and thought about the contrast between Mu's previous posture and his current posture all afternoon. It seems like his head is lowered, his shoulders hunched, and his eyes are calmer? He really didn't expect that the East Asian guy his assistant director found from somewhere actually had such good acting skills. He had only seen some famous actors act in this way, able to switch into another person in an instant. Well, actually Wu Mu has some terrible acting skills. He didn't understand when Xavier asked him to do the movements before, but when he heard him say on the way that he needed a gloomy image with a story, he immediately understood. Isn't this just like the predecessor?
That still requires acting. If you put in some memories of your previous life, it will be easy to do immediately. The old man Matthew, who didn't know Wu Mu cheated, looked a little relieved. He asked Wu Mu in English, "Can you smile a little?" Wu Mu hesitated for a moment and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. When old man Matthew saw his smile, his expression completely relaxed. The taste is right, that feeling of being so at a loss as to how to express a smile! He rarely praised, "You are very good." Then he turned to Xavier and said, "Tell him the specific actions of the shoot later, and ask the props to change his clothes and put on makeup quickly." Having passed the test, Xavier breathed a sigh of relief. But just as he was relieved, Wu Mu reminded him, "You haven't told us about the recording of our program team yet." Xavier's face immediately fell again. He looked at the production crew next to him, sighed, and gritted his teeth to find old man Matthew again. And it was just as he expected. The old man Matthew's expression, which had just calmed down, immediately turned cold. "I don't want anyone to film my movie nearby. Let them go." It seems that the filming is still going to be cancelled. Lin Qingyue came forward, and the old man Matthew nodded and smiled, "Director Matthew, hello, it's been a long time since we last met. I hope you are still in good health." Wu Mu was slightly surprised. Director Lin actually knew this great French director? Matthew looked at her expressionlessly, "Who are you?" Lin Qingyue smiled politely, "At the Venice Film Festival two years ago, you scolded me for saying that my film was meaningless and was just a landscape film. It was only because of my father's name that I won the award." Wu Mu looked at Lin Qingyue with amusement. It turned out that she was the one that the French director looked down upon. The old man Matthew looked stunned for a moment, then he remembered, his face full of sarcasm, "Oh, it's you." He looked at Lin Qingyue, then at the cameraman and other staff members of the program team beside him, and said sarcastically: "It seems that you listened to my words. Did you find another job with your father?"
This is quite an exaggeration. Although Wu Mu has never seen Lin Qingyue's movies, judging from the scenes in variety shows alone, Lin Qingyue's ability is undoubtedly very strong. Besides, after all, Lin Qingyue takes care of me so much, so I have to help her even if it makes no sense. Wu Mu wanted to speak. But Lin Qingyue noticed his actions and stopped him with her eyes. Lin Qingyue was very calm. As for Matthew Albert, he is a well-known director and a big critic in the circle. He will criticize anything he doesn't like. There are so many directors he has criticized that she cannot even be ranked among them. She still asked politely, "Can I shoot Mu's scenes for an afternoon? I will only shoot him and not other scenes in your movie." This time, the old man Matthew didn't let the person go directly. Instead, he thought for a moment and didn't answer directly. Instead, he asked, "Your father Lin Xueming made a movie called "The Long Night"?" "Have you seen it?" Lin Qingyue responded politely. "Of course I have." The sarcasm on the old man Matthew's face was about to overflow. "It's a two-hour-long piece of rubbish, so flattering that it makes people sick. Maybe he shouldn't be a director, he should be a politician." See, he started to criticize me right away. Lin Qingyue's expression didn't change at all. The old man didn't stop, and spit out several more sentences before sneering, "If you can put what I just said on your show without editing, I will let you film it. Not only that, you can film it at will." How could Lin Qingyue agree to such a thing? "That's impossible." The old man was really a dog, his expression changed instantly, "Then get out of here." Lin Qingyue made a final attempt, "It's impossible to broadcast it directly, but I can help you pass this video to my father." Ok? This seems to be okay? Matthew glanced at Lin Qingyue, then turned to look at Xavier again, "Tell him about the play." The matter was finally resolved. Xavier really didn't expect that this Huaguoxiao program team, whose name he had never even heard of, could be related to his director and could even be scolded by his director. Objectively speaking, although the director is indeed a big hater and has a bad temper, he usually doesn't criticize those directors he doesn't like. How could a young director of a Chinese elementary school variety show be favored by Matthew? Xavier was surprised, but he didn't have time to ask. The shooting was about to start, and the most important thing now was to focus on the play. He introduced Wu Mu, "Your role is that the hero and heroine are about to part, walking together along the Seine River, and then they see you playing the piano. They lean on the railings along the Seine River, listen to you and play for a while, and then they go their separate ways." What a weird plot. It sounds like an art film that doesn't speak human language. It's not surprising for Wu Mu. Just from the fact that this director has won several international gold awards, it can be seen that he is definitely not a commercial filmmaker. Xavier continued to explain the scene, "When it's your turn, just lower your head and look at the guitar. Keep the same feeling as before and pretend to be playing the guitar with your head down. Then a passerby puts ten euros in your guitar case. Look up at him. Also, be careful not to show your hands. Use a double for shots with hands out of frame." Wu Mu nodded, indicating that he understood. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I can play the guitar, so I don't need to cover my hands." Can you play guitar?
Xavier was surprised, "Then can you play Love River?" Love River? Wu Mu thought about it and it seemed to be a classic guitar song from Blue Star. He shook his head and said, "No, but I can learn it now." Xavier shook his head in disappointment. "That's useless. We need a very high level of playing. The hand movements cannot be exposed." OK. That's fine. After Xavier finished explaining the play to Wu Mu and made sure that he understood it, the makeup artist came up to do Wu Mu's makeup. Soon, Wu Mu turned into a down-and-out homeless man with messy medium-length hair, a scruffy beard, and the image of a homeless man. While he was putting on makeup, the crew didn't stop and were shooting other scenes. Wu Mu stretched his neck curiously to look, and then found something not so good. The scene shot on the set was the one where the male and female protagonists just came out and chatted and laughed by the Seine. "Click, retake." "Click, retake." "Click, retake." Wu Mu looked over at director Matthew, who was expressionless and kept shouting for a reshoot, and he felt something was wrong. Is this the director's filming style? This isn't really much of an insult, but reshooting the scene over and over again without telling people where the problem lies, isn't that pure torture? Wait, he won’t be yelled at over and over again, right? (End of this chapter)