??Chapter 775: 774. When in Doubt, Watch Zombie Movies_1
Chapter 775: 774. When in Doubt, Watch Zombie Movies_1
The text was written on the ground, and though Lu Ban wasn’t quite sure whether it had been there before, at this mont, he saw that the words appeared as if they had long been inscribed upon the earth, indelible and unbreakable.
Lu Ban raised his hand and saw so silver text erge above, forming so kind of explanation.
[Text, a thing that conveys information, created by humans, simple and practical!]
[This handwriting cos from Feng Yu; she personally wrote down this passage]
[At least for now, she’s still alive]
Lu Ban confird that this was written by Feng Yu, not sothing penned by the entity that had taken control of her phone in an attempt to deceive him.
Then, the aning of these words beca interesting.
“The cara, mustn’t stop?”
Lu Ban glanced at the cara in Scott’s hand; Feng Yu knew she was with a group of college students making a film, so was she reminding herself to keep filming?
He quickly associated this with the rules of the strange being.
The current situation in the city of Miskatonic, with its citizens’ condition, it was hard not to consider the influence of the strange being – then perhaps one of the creature’s rules was to keep the caras rolling.
But Scott had been filming Wes the whole ti, and yet that hadn’t stopped the citizens.
Lu Ban felt puzzled.
He crouched down, placing his hand on the ground.
So silver text erged.
[The earth is humble, not quite suitable for cultivation.]
[Stepping on it is hard, isn’t that to be expected?]
[It’s best not to harbor any improper thoughts, it’s painfully irritating.]
Unremarkable, nothing worthy of attention.
Lu Ban also rubbed his hand across the ground.
“It does hurt a bit.”
He very much agreed with the sentint of the text.
By the ti he stood up, Scott had already returned to where Lu Ban and Wes were sitting on the ground, holding a notebook.
“Here, this is our script, but Jas believes in improvisation. There’s very little dialogue in this script; we strive for a genuine on-site performance,” Scott said as he handed the script to Lu Ban, explaining at the sa ti.
Lu Ban flipped through it briefly; it was indeed quite rudintary.
Just a simplified and rudintary horror story plot that any college student could conjure up.
A group of students were planning to film a horror movie tied to a film festival, but after arriving in Miskatonic, they really encountered a monster attack. The film would be shot from a first-person perspective with a handheld cara, docunting the students’ final plight.
Indeed, so content was marked in it, like the classic horror movie tropes: “The protagonist is surrounded by a group of citizens, unable to escape,” “A terrifying incident occurs in a hotel at night, and the protagonist hears strange sounds,” “A chase in the underground parking lot, where a character is sacrificed,” “Escape to freedom as the protagonists embrace and cry at dawn.”
As for the dialogue, there was hardly any, not even a proper script; everything relied on on-site performance.
This did not an that the movie’s director was a newbie who didn’t understand anything; on the contrary, the story was about a group of college students ready to film a horror movie, so capturing their words and behaviors on cara would beco the best movie material. What performance could be more real than actually doing it?
Of course, the lack of a fixed script could lead to a problem of not being able to wrap up the film afterwards, hence many low-budget movies end up with a wildly improvised finale, and just having an ending is already a triumph over ninety percent of other films.
It seems like Jas, the director, really believes in improvisation.
In movie enthusiast circles, it’s commonly joked about how certain pivotal scenes and dialogues are the result of an actor’s spur-of-the-mont improvisation, like the Joker’s first ti pressing the detonator at the hospital went dead, followed by the frantic subsequent pressing.
So, many new directors long to capture such spontaneous performances.
Excellent improvisation, of course, is the mark of a master, but if the actor and director don’t have enough experience and a profound understanding of filmmaking, and if they can’t handle a script properly, then such spur-of-the-mont acting rely becos a common trick.
Lu Ban didn’t have much to comnt on, he just quietly noted so upcoming plot points in the script.
It seed that they were going to film a taphysical horror movie where the protagonists were being chased by an unknown monster, which, from this perspective, was still not bad.
As everyone knows, North Arica is infamous for its zombie enthusiasts, to the extent that six to eight out of ten B-movies here are about zombies, and even serious movies and TV shows often feature the undead.
In these works, as the stories deepen, the zombies are far from common appearances; running, jumping, even having superpowers are all considered normal.
According to the zombie rules, “Ga of Thrones” could also be a zombie film, with hordes of undead invading, humans’ scheming against each other in the face of external threats, and ultimately defeating the zombies—all the classic elents of a zombie movie are there, even including the series’ infamous bad ending.
For these college students from Boston to choose to make a horror film without zombies, Lu Ban thought it was already a great leap for mankind.
He handed the script back to Scott and then took another look at the cara in his hand.
“Your cara can start filming now; it might be an interesting plot point if this group of college students discovers that their script keeps coming true.”
“…Yes, just like ‘The Madman’s Mouth’!”
Scott picked up the cara and started filming Wes.
“Back off, don’t bother .”
Wes waved his hand dismissively. He was not in the mood to film, his recent experience had left him with a sense of fear as if he had narrowly escaped death. Wes pulled up his sleeve to check the spot where the townspeople had grabbed him.
Then, Wes found deep black handprints on his skin, as if they were marked by a hand soaked in ink.
He tried to rub these marks off but found that the dark bruises seed ingrained in his skin, difficult to erase.
Although there was no pain, the handprints gave an extrely unsettling sensation, and Wes felt a surge of palpitations.
After rubbing for a while, he noticed that the bruising seed to spread a bit further, moving up his arm to his upper arm.
Wes rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.
“What’s wrong?”
Scott’s cara swung back towards him.
“I told you to stop filming.”
Wes imdiately rolled down his sleeve and raised his hand to block the shot.
“But Director Lu Ban told
not to stop filming.”
Scott turned the cara towards Lu Ban.
“That’s right, no matter what, don’t stop filming,”
Lu Ban reminded.
He glanced again at the second sentence left by Feng Yu.
[I’ll be waiting for you at the ending]
The aning behind this sentence was worth pondering.
Was this conclusion related to the previous instruction not to stop filming?
Did it an that if the movie was finished, Lu Ban would be able to see Feng Yu?
If Feng Yu could anticipate all this, then her situation might not be as dire as he feared.
And in what manner did she leave these ssages?
Lu Ban felt there were still many issues to unravel, with both this matter and the city itself.
Thinking this, he ca up with a plan.
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