Since 1983

"Do you really think you can go out in two days?"

"Yeah, I want to know who the ghost is!"

"..."

"The thread of the clothes is open... on the left side, I'll help you mend it."

In an extremely luxurious set room, Gong Li dug out the sewing box, knelt down, and helped Zhang Manyu take off her cheongsam.

Inside Zhang Manyu was a set of dark nightdress, showing a large chest and arms. She put on a coat and sat on the sofa: "Didn't you tell me that your family has always wanted to train you to be a lady of the family?" Is it?"

"yes."

"This is the first time I've seen you as a female celebrity."

"Crack!"

Chen Kexin yelled to stop, and said, "The communication between the two of them is a bit close, and it makes people feel that they are not that close."

"Old Zhang, that female worker is not a female celebrity." Jiang Wen expressed his opinion when he saw the stitches.

"My god, it's very difficult for me to pronounce it in Mandarin... Female worker, I know." Zhang Manyu nodded.

"Do it again! Start with a squat."

"action!"

"Crack!"

Another shot, better than last time. According to Chen Kexin's standard of 85 points, it is actually passable. Just as he was about to shoot the next scene, producer Xu stood up and signaled to the staff:

"pause!"

"What's wrong?"

"Director, we need to communicate."

When Jiang Wen heard this, he hurriedly moved closer to watch the excitement, while Xu Fei came over and said, "After a few days of filming, I still feel that the two heroines didn't make it into the scene.

There is no problem in technique, and I can score 80-85 points, but what I want is 90 points, or even 99 points. They lack the collision between good actors now, the kind of thing that makes people feel aftertaste. "

"Yes." Chen Kexin wasn't unqualified, of course he could tell.

"Both of them are quite slow, can you move the intense scenes to the front, force out the feeling first, and then shoot this relatively peaceful scene?"

"You mean the torture scene?"

"Yes. I understand the working methods of Hong Kong films, which are very fast, but I hope to polish this film one by one."

"..."

Chen Kexin glanced at Hong Kong's representative, Producer Lu, and the other party readily agreed: "Yes, what we are making is a gift film, of course we can't be sloppy."

Both sides of the management have spoken, and the director will do it.

So it was temporarily transferred to film other scenes first, tomorrow to film Gu Xiaomeng being tortured, followed by Li Ningyu being humiliated.

Gong Li became nervous when she heard this, and grabbed producer Xu: "Do you really want tomorrow? I'm not ready yet."

"Very difficult?"

"Very difficult because, because..."

She gestured with her hands and furrowed her eyebrows: "My acting habit is to fit the characters as much as possible. I have to imagine for myself what the pain would be like if I were tortured like this.

But I can't imagine it now, it's so, so inhumane. "

"It doesn't matter, wait for the filming to be done slowly, and a little bit of feeling will come out."

Producer Xu made sarcastic remarks and sincerely encouraged him: "I believe in your strength, come on!"

Add your papa!

Gong Li is under a lot of pressure. Most actors may never encounter such a play in their lifetime, and the second- and third-rate fooling around will pass, but she is such a big play.

And with so many outstanding colleagues staring at him, how embarrassing it is for him to make it difficult!

Zhang Manyu didn't say anything, but she was also very nervous.

Throughout the day, the two wandered around the torture room, touching the hemp rope and looking at the set of "measurement" tools, their faces turned pale and blue.

It is said that actors from majors in mainland China do have shortcomings such as stylization and inflexibility, but their basic skills are very solid.

Gong Li filmed "Qiu Ju's Lawsuit". She didn't take a bath for several months in the countryside, washed her hair with washing powder, and tried to make herself rough and close to the characters.

"Memoirs of a Geisha" has only been practicing for a month, and "Chinese Women's Volleyball" followed Lang Ping to observe every move.

This kind of actors feel that it is very normal, there have been generations of opera lunatics, but unfortunately, the production has gradually ceased, and there are fewer and fewer young opera lunatics.

Xu Fei gathers this group of actors, and is it OK to shoot 80 points? That's no joke!

He felt that the two heroines were not enough and needed to be tortured.

...

The next day, on set.

Xu Fei asked everyone to be there.

The walls of the torture room were cold and the floor was damp, it was hard to tell what color it was. It's a little black, a little gray, and mixed with undried blood.

As soon as the blue light shines, it seems that a little bit of coldness seeps from the top of the head, the bottom of the foot, and from the four walls. A hemp rope was placed in the middle, nailed to both sides, and seemed to be swaying in the absence of wind.

Gong Li stayed up almost all night, thinking over and over how to act. First follow the staff into the hut, put on two very thick safety pants, put on a bloody skirt, and let your hair fall loose.

The makeup is no longer delicate and pale.

As soon as I came out again, I saw someone holding a steel brush and brushing on the hemp rope... After a few strokes, the rough hemp rope became rougher, and the burrs stood up, sharp as nails.

There are also metal shavings from the steel brush, which are sprinkled on it, shining brightly.

There are indeed gender differences in some things. The men are okay, but the lesbians are all discolored. Zhang Manyu feels a chill down the spine if she doesn't go up.

"Can you?"

"preparation!"

"action!"

She was whipped and tortured first, and she was paralyzed under the shelf covered in blood.

The special agent carried a bucket of water and poured it down. Ge You was about to step forward when Xu Fei said: "There is not enough water, pour it again!"

"Wow!"

Another half bucket.

"Pour again!"

"Wow!"

In November, the shed was not warm at all, and Gong Li, who was wearing a thin dress, turned blue and her lips trembled. She beckoned for a towel, dried her hair, and looked in the mirror.

Unsatisfied, I poured it again, feeling almost done.

She understood what Xu Fei meant, and needed some physical assistance to find the limit of physical and mental oppression.

"..."

Chen Kexin was dumbfounded. Who in Hong Kong would dare to treat a big-name star like this? Zhang Manyu also stared wide-eyed, as if meeting Gong Li for the first time.

"director?"

"director?"

"Oh, get ready, we'll come again!"

"action!"

I saw her slumped under the shelf, with her arms and thighs exposed, her beautiful body twisted, and her wet hair covering her face. The drops of water on the skin seemed to be rolling in the light and shadow, soaking the blood on the white dress, giving it a strange and cruel beauty.

Ge You is wearing a double-breasted suit with lapels and a white face without a beard. This is a reference to the style of the traitor Ding Mocun.

"You are smoking camels, and you are tucking in the bed with the Three Fortress..."

He also wore delicate glasses, and every word seemed to smell like blood. Then he picked up the other person's hair, and said anxiously, "I really want to help you, we don't have much time."

"..."

Gong Li poured water on it several times, she was in a weak state of torture, and said weakly: "That's not my cigarette."

Ge You closed his eyes slightly, turned her face away abruptly, got up and backed away.

Immediately, several strong men came over, set up Gong Li, held it on the rope, and looked to sit on it, but it was actually hanging in the air. She only felt the rough hemp rope rubbing against her thigh, swaying like a snake spitting out a letter.

The letter was cold and sticky, and it seemed to discharge a frightening venom, which penetrated into his skin, invaded his brain, and then flowed to his limbs and veins.

She looked at the rope in front of her, the sharp burrs and steel chips...

Before he could move, it seemed that some kind of physiological instinct was activated, the most primitive sense of self-protection, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Crack! Crack!"

Chen Kexin was terrified, and hurriedly yelled to stop, and put Gong Li down.

The more psychological construction she did, the stronger her emotional collapse became. It was not released, but a kind of pressure held in her heart that was not released.