Chapter 146: Chapter 146 You’re Pretty Good Chapter 146: Chapter 146 You’re Pretty Good Wu Mu looked up, quietly observing the renowned French director in front of him.
And with that look, he imdiately caused the old man, Matthew, who had been waiting with a cold face, to startle.
Matthew eyed Wu Mu with a hint of surprise and doubt.
How had this man suddenly beco completely different from before?
What had changed?
Matthew frowned, trying to recall the differences between Wu Mu’s attitude just now and his current deanor.
Seed like… his head was a bit lower, shoulders more hunched, and his gaze calr?
He had not expected that the assistant director, from who knows where, had found this East Asian man who actually had so acting talent, switching in an instant to a different persona—one that he had only seen in so famous actors.
Hmm, actually, Wu Mu had no ghost of acting ability.
When Sha Wei’er asked him to perform, he did not understand, but on the way, after listening to his explanations about needing an image of soone brooding with a story, he imdiately got it.
Wasn’t that just like his predecessor?
So, why even act? By rely tapping into the mories of his predecessor, wouldn’t everything fall into place?
Unaware of Wu Mu’s shortcut, old man Matthew’s face slightly lit up as he asked Wu Mu in English, “Can you smile a bit?”
Wu Mu hesitated, then slightly curled his lips.
Old man Matthew, witnessing that smile, completely relaxed his expression.
That’s the right flavor, exactly the kind of smile that seems so helpless, not knowing how to express it!
He rarely complinted, but remarked, “You’re quite good.”
Then he turned to Sha Wei’er, “Tell him the specifics of the next shots and get the props departnt to hurry with his costu and makeup.”
They had passed the hurdle, and Sha Wei’er breathed a sigh of relief.
But just as he relaxed, Wu Mu reminded him, “You haven’t yet ntioned the matter of our program’s recording.”
Sha Wei’er’s face imdiately fell again, and he sighed, boldly approaching old man Matthew once more.
As he had expected,
The just-cleared complexion of old man Matthew imdiately turned cold, “I don’t want anyone filming on the side of my movie, have them leave.”
It seed like the filming was about to be blown off.
Lin Qingyue intervened, smiling at old man Matthew with a nod, “Director Matthew, hello, it’s been a long ti, you still seem well.”
Wu Mu was slightly surprised; so Director Lin actually knew this French director?
Matthew looked at her expressionlessly, “Who are you?”
Lin Qingyue maintained a politely smiling deanor, “At the Venice Film Festival two years ago, you criticized my film for being nonsensical—a re scenic film that only won awards because of my father’s na.”
Wu Mu couldn’t help but smile at Lin Qingyue; she was actually the person that this French director had looked down on.
Old man Matthew was taken aback, then rembered, his face filling with sarcasm, “Oh, it’s you.”
He looked at Lin Qingyue, then at the program crew’s caran and other staff around her, saying with disdain, “It seems you’ve taken my words to heart, relying on your father to find other work?”
Those words were quite harsh. Although Wu Mu hadn’t seen Lin Qingyue’s films, judging only from the shots in the variety show, Lin Qingyue’s skills were undoubtedly very strong.
And after all, Lin Qingyue had taken such good care of him, he definitely wanted to help even without a reason.
Wu Mu wanted to speak.
But Lin Qingyue, noticing his movent, stopped him with a look.
Lin Qingyue was very calm.
Matthew Albert, well-known in the industry as both a major director and critic; as long as he disliked sothing, he would openly berate it. There were too many directors he had criticized, and she wasn’t even close to being among the notable ones.
She continued to inquire politely, “May I film Wu Mu’s scenes? I will only film him, not any other parts of your movie.”
Old man Matthew didn’t imdiately dismiss them this ti; instead, he pondered for a mont, not answering directly, but asked, “Did your father, Lin Xueming, make a movie called ‘Long Night’?”
“Have you seen it?” Lin Qingyue responded politely.
“Of course, I’ve seen it,” the old man Matthew’s face was brimming with mockery, “A two-plus-hour piece of trash, so obsequiously nauseating, he maybe shouldn’t have been a director, but a politician instead.”
See, there he goes, ranting already.
Lin Qingyue’s expression didn’t change in the slightest.
The old man wasn’t done, spewing several more lines before he sneered, “If you can broadcast my words just now unedited on your program, I’ll let you film, not only film but shoot as you please.”
How could Lin Qingyue agree to sothing like this, “That’s impossible.”
The old man really was a stubborn one, his mood changing at the drop of a hat, “Then get out of here.”
Lin Qingyue made one last attempt, “Direct broadcast is impossible, but I can pass the footage to my father for you.”
Hm?
This… could work?
Matthew gave Lin Qingyue another look, then turned back to Sha Wei’er, “Explain the scene to him.”
The issue finally seed resolved. Sha Wei’er truly hadn’t expected this little Hua Country program team that he’d never even heard of to have any connection to his director, let alone get a scolding from him.
Objectively speaking, although his director truly was a big critic, with a terrible temper, he generally didn’t bother with those directors he didn’t take seriously.
And so this director of a small variety show from Hua Country, who was also so young, had caught Matthew’s eye?
Surprised, Sha Wei’er thought to himself, but he couldn’t ask about it now; they were about to start filming, and explaining the scene was more important at the mont.
He briefed Wu Mu, “Your part is, as the male and female leads are about to part, they walk together by the Seine River. Then they see you, a busker playing the guitar. They lean against the river’s railing, listening to you play for a while before they each go their separate ways.”
What kind of nonsensical plot is this? It sounded exactly like one of those incomprehensible art films.
Wu Mu wasn’t surprised; from the several international awards this director had won, it was clear he wasn’t one for comrcial films.
Sha Wei’er continued explaining, “When it’s your shot, just lower your head to look at the guitar, maintaining the feeling you had earlier, pretending to play the guitar with your head down. Then, when a passerby drops ten euros into your guitar case, you glance up at them for a mont. Also, make sure your hands don’t show. We’ll use a double for close-ups of the hands.”
Wu Mu nodded to show he understood.
After so thought, he spoke, “I can play the guitar, so there’s no need to specifically hide my hands.”
You can play the guitar?
Sha Wei’er was delighted, “Then can you play ‘Love River’?”
Love River?
Wu Mu thought about it; it seed to be a classic guitar piece from Blue Star. He shook his head, “I can’t, but I could learn it now.”
Sha Wei’er, disappointed, shook his head, “That won’t do, we need a very high level of performance, the hand movents must not give you away.”
Fine then.
No problem.
After Sha Wei’er had finished explaining the scene and was sure Wu Mu understood, the makeup artist ca over to apply makeup on him.
Very quickly, Wu Mu transford into a disheveled, bearded vagabond.
While he was getting made up, the crew continued filming other scenes.
Curious, Wu Mu craned his neck to see what was going on, then noticed sothing rather worriso.
They were filming the male and female leads’ scene where they just ca out and were chatting and laughing by the Seine.
“Cut, let’s take it again.”
“Cut, let’s take it again.”
“Cut, let’s take it again.”
Seeing the director Matthew call for retakes over and over again with an expressionless face, Wu Mu started to feel uneasy.
Is this the style of filmmaking he adopts?
He wasn’t really scolding anyone anymore, but these continuous retakes without indicating the problem, wasn’t that just torturing people?
Wait, he wouldn’t have to endure multiples takes too, would he?
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