novelraw Chapter 166
Chapter 166
The filming of "Fight Club" was suspended for a week, during which David Fincher handed in some extremely good samples, which made the producers' confidence in the film double.
It's just that the shooting time of "Fight Club" unexpectedly increased by a week, which made the follow-up "The Trap" all the more urgent.
After reading the email she just received, Josie curled her lips in a beautiful mood, and at the same time raised her face again, allowing makeup artist Michelle to adjust her final makeup.
The heavy eye makeup weakens the rounded eyes and emphasizes the sharpness of the corners of the eyes. This soft outline is framed by innocence, but also hides the looming murderous aura, just like a dark night creature with cold colors.
"With fangs, you can play the vampire queen." Michelle joked.
"Oh, if there's a chance," Josie said.
She fiddled with the hair around her ears casually, and went to the mirror to carefully observe her own shape.
The makeup is deliberately not made exquisite and perfect, but considering the character of the heroine Mara, it is slightly rough and unskilled.
Due to the needs of shooting, the hair was cut short and dyed black before entering the group. It was trimmed every three to five days to ensure that the length was maintained above the shoulders, and the curls were made with a curling iron.
And this black slim camisole has a flush neckline, outlining the plump and fair breasts, followed by a firm and powerful waist, which extends into the high-waisted jeans—Josie lifted the hem of the top and admired it, very Satisfied, Kelly took a picture.
"Do you think I can knock down a grown man head-on?" Josie, who was wearing a jacket, asked her cold-faced bodyguard and pretty assistant on the way to the set.
"I think it should be fine?" Kelly said uncertainly.
"That depends on what kind of reference you have." Jason followed Josie, while observing every staff member of the crew, "You can hit two of this kind."
He refers to a screenwriter accompanying the group, who has been working at a desk for a long time, lacks exercise and skills, and suffers from a lot of pain in the lumbar spine.
"Good morning, Josie." The screenwriter took the initiative to say hello, his eyes lit up when he saw Jason, "This is—?"
"My new bodyguard. Good morning, Jim, your new tie is beautiful." Josie turned her head and asked as she walked, "What about you, Jason?"
Jason looked at Josie with a very delicate look.
Josie pouted immediately and said, "Well, I don't want to know."
"But your training method is correct." Jason explained, "Your talent is good, and finding a coach is not the kind of superficial thing. The moves taught to you are simple and effective, which are better than those in most movies. The acrobatics are practical."
Josie was noncommittal, turned around and entered the activity room used for filming. Edward, who was acting opposite to her today, was sitting in a corner, discussing something with director David Fincher.
As if sensing Josie's gaze, Edward suddenly raised his head to look at her, and turned back the next second.
Josie raised her eyebrows.
She was neither guilty nor sad, and after the last bit of old love was exhausted, he was a valuable cooperation partner for her.
In addition, she actually admires Edward's ability to interpret this emotionally chaotic character so vividly, because she knows that this level of performance requires a lot of depth and pain to dig out the actor's own emotions.
And he is also enjoying this pain.
In contrast, the heroine Mara played by Josie is handled very calmly and introverted by her, because she lacks the crazy and cult temperament of the original heroine Helena Bonham Carter.
Of course, she is also quite suitable for acting as a weirdo, but her weird temperament is more reflected in the sensitivity and weirdness of the character's heart, so she is very suitable for playing that kind of dramatic role with a restrained personality but a clear personality. A momentary emotional outburst.
But if she escapes this kind of role, when she acts in content with relatively flat emotions, her performance will be relatively satisfactory.
Fortunately, Fight Club isn't one of them.
Mara looked extraordinarily conspicuous.
This young woman is dressed in black, has an indifferent expression, and has short, disheveled black hair. She looks like the kind of girl who came out of a comic.
Unlike Jack, the hero who suffers from insomnia, Mara is here to eat and drink, so she doesn't care about anyone's story or pain, she only cares about whether the meals provided on the scene can fill her stomach or taste how.
For Jack, the presence of Mara is very special.
Many people can't imagine, but if "that person" really appears in front of you, you will feel that all this is just like in the movie, everything around you suddenly stops or disappears altogether, only her existence is unique and clear .
But at least at this moment, Jack didn't fully understand the specialness. He just looked at the young woman a few more times, and then when the instructor asked them to choose a special person, he walked over according to the content rehearsed in his mind. Talk to her.
Mara's shoulders were slumped, she was in a hangover trance, and she was pouring coffee from the coffee machine.
Jack grabbed her arm from behind and called to her, "Hey—"
Mara looked back, the low-quality cigarette was still in her mouth, showing a listless face, thick smoky makeup was pasted between her originally beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but those big cat-like eyes still revealed a hint of cunning and alertness means.
She blinked at Jack first, then lowered her eyes, and glanced at him as he clutched her hand.
His strength was not light, at least he didn't give her a chance to break free or slip away at all-this was different from his weak appearance.
"We need to talk," Jack said.
"About what?" Marla asked.
"I know about you." Jack took Mara to the corner, his tone firm, "You are a liar, you will never die."
Mara raised her eyes, seemingly inexplicable, "What?"
Jack accuses, "You're a tourist. I've seen you. I've seen you at melanoma societies and tuberculosis societies—even testicular cancer societies."
Speaking of "testicular and testicular cancer", even Jack couldn't help a sarcastic smile, but to his surprise, Mara sneered before him.
"Okay, how long have you been practicing?" Mara laughed, and took a small sip of her cigarette.
The way she smokes is a bit lazy, with a sense of indifference.
"Practice what?" Jack asked subconsciously.
"The big paragraph I just told you about, did it get you the effect you expected—" Mara seemed to be used to facing a conceited approach-taker, she lowered her eyelids and saw the nameplate on Jack's chest , raised his eyebrows slightly: "Really, Rupert?"
It's obviously just a bad street name, but when she read it slowly on the tip of her tongue like this, the whole pronunciation seems to have a little more ambiguous taste.
Coupled with the slight twitch of her brows and eyes, and the sudden gleam in her eyes, this scene is even more like sex.
Jack, who goes by the pseudonym "Rupert," had a moment of embarrassment—performance embarrassment is the most embarrassing thing, because the emotion is so subtle—so he chose to deflect the subject with force.
"I'm going to expose you," Jack said.
"Okay." Mara smiled half-smile, with provocative eyes, "I'll expose you too."
For a moment, the two fell into a confrontation.
Fortunately, the instructor's voice made the scene not awkward again: "Hug each other and cry."
The hug session of the mutual aid club has begun.
Jack looked around, and the people had embraced each other absolutely two by two, only himself and Mara in front of him stood there, very abruptly.
——No, only he is abrupt.
Because Mara took the initiative to take a step forward, gently put her arm on one of his shoulders, then fell into his arms, and pressed her face close to his chest.
too intimate.
But this woman—this strange, strange woman—had something irresistible about her.
Their height difference matched just right, but only Jack himself knew that all the defense mechanisms of his body warned him at that moment, but soon surrendered without any warning.
"CUT."
As soon as Josie heard this familiar voice, Josie knew that David Finch was going to tell them to start again, because when NG was not needed, the other party's tone would be more excited and excited, instead of appearing so hesitant.
Sure enough, David Finch looked at the playback on the monitor and said, "Delete the first five, and we'll add another one. You two can relax a little more. It's best to look like this when you're hugging each other."
He pulled the assistant director and held the latter's head in his arms, so that the six-foot man had to snuggle up a bit and make an ironic demonstration.
But no one laughed at the scene.
Because similar scenarios have appeared countless times in the crew, the only thing they want to do now is to hurry through this one, after all, the heroine's schedule is really limited.
Josie herself doesn't mind working more than ten hours a day, but she is not the only one who can run the crew. For most people, film production is just work, and no one can force them to work overtime.
——There are too many trade union organizations of one kind or another in Hollywood, and they often defend rights, protest and strike.
Shooting continues.
Josie took the relit cigarette, and gently put her face close to Edward's arms, with a docile posture but a rebellious expression.
Edward seems to be still immersed in the state of the role, his face is in a daze, but his eyes cannot be separated from Josie's every move, revealing that precious sense of vulnerability in his eyes - this is the scarcity of male actors idiosyncratic.
From this distance, he could completely smell the fragrance that belonged to Josie's hair and body, and he was even quite clear about her body temperature and pulse.
But he still felt that the distance between them was getting farther and farther, as if they couldn't be touched.
Edward lowered his eyes slightly, his mind was a little confused by the impact of the movie and reality, but more sensitive.
There are countless strings tensed in his mind, forcing himself to focus, but stimulating him to confuse the inside and outside of the play all the time.
But Josie was not similarly affected at all.
She was like a cold and error-free machine, listening to his heartbeat without hindrance, and she spoke in a completely Mara Singer tone.
"Cry, Rupert——" Mara clasped Jack tightly with her hands like vines, and pressed her cheek into his arms, making a series of exaggerated and perfunctory sobs.
—Obviously, this is all deliberate.
She raised her red lips and said in the compassionate tone of a support group mentor, "Come on, share each other completely."
According to the original script, the next step should be 【Jack pushed her body aside, Mara raised her head and looked at him expressionlessly. 】The scene.
However, Edward didn't make a move, and Josie didn't look up. The two of them maintained the posture of hugging and being hugged, and there was no movement for a while.
David Fincher didn't shout the card, but waited for the actors to perform next.