The filming of "Buried Alive" went very smoothly, and it can even be said that it went smoothly beyond imagination. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The burden of the entire crew is focused on Lan Li's body, other work is streamlined to a minimum, the crew's filming progress depends entirely on the quality of Lan Li's performance, if he is in a bad state, constantly making mistakes in a scene, a card is a few hours, then the whole day's work will be in vain; if he is in excellent condition, only need a few simple shots to meet the requirements, and even bring surprises, then there is no problem in shooting five to six acts a day.

Fortunately, Lan Li's form is very good, and it can even be said that it is hot.

In less than five days, the filming schedule has been pushed by two-thirds, far exceeding expectations, and the next two days at the earliest, the slowest four days, it is estimated that the film will be successfully completed, even for an independent film with a small budget, small space and small layout, this is really incredible.

The good news was for cash-strapped crews, who had to interrupt filming to seek additional investment if they had to cut off filming for more than two weeks, but now the crew was able to shoot in 10 days, leaving more room for release and publicity, which is great news.

The filming work went smoothly, the whole crew was in high-speed operation, even the mercenaries were happy, for them, the shooting went smoothly, took the money and left, this is undoubtedly the most pleasant cooperation experience, no need to do their own extra work, and there is no need to deal with complex personnel relations, as long as they complete their own work, watch the performance on the side, such an easy job is rare in the current global economic crisis.

But Lan Li's personal state is getting worse and worse.

The line between reality and illusion in his mind became blurred, and his sleep quality plummeted, waking up from nightmares every night since the confined experience.

In the dream, he was buried under the desert, and in the predicament, he used his mobile phone to find various channels for help, but no one paid attention to it at all, everyone had indifferent faces, no facial features, no expression, no emotion, and replied coldly and uniformly, "I'm sorry, we can't do anything", he was abandoned in the desert and waited silently for death.

Otherwise, he dreamed that he was tied up and thrown into a deep pit, and the terrorists stood on the edge of the pit and laughed, shouting Persian that he did not understand, and then picked up a shovel and began to dispose of him, and the earth fell like a torrential rain, and his eyes widened and he wanted to crack, but he could not use the strength of his body at all, and could only watch himself being buried alive, and despair made his blood cold and stiff.

After the filming began, this situation became more and more frequent, and he might even be woken up two or three times a night, and the sleep time and sleep quality were sliding in the curve of jumping off the cliff, his dark circles became heavier and heavier, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and even his steps began to become light.

To make matters worse, one time, when he woke up from a nightmare, he began to get confused, and he couldn't tell whether he was Lan Li or Paul, and strongly suspected that he was Paul - only this time, he was saved, and after being saved, the memory of being buried alive in the desert still haunted him.

Although this situation only happened once, it still made Lan Li a little in a trance. At lunch today, he fell asleep while sitting, and then woke up without warning, breaking out in a cold sweat.

After a day of shooting, Lan Li returned to the hotel early to try to rest, but obviously his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't sleep, his muscles were sore and tired, but his brain was extremely clear. In desperation, Lan Li could only take out the script and start reading the content of tomorrow's shooting, although the script of "buried alive" is not complicated and there are not many lines, but hidden behind the words, those things that cannot be seen are where the actors can play.

Flipping and turning, before he knew it, he fell asleep, and in his groggy sleep, he always felt that something was harassing him, and he was annoyed, and he raised his hand and waved it, but found that it was not lingering at all, like an annoying fly, buzzing in his ears. He closed his eyes, touched it subconsciously, and then entered a piece of sand, the stumbling feeling was so real that it startled him, opened his eyes suddenly, and the whole person sat up, his head hit the wooden board hard, and the sharp pain made him grin, but he didn't have time to pay attention, he glanced at it in a panic, and his breathing stopped in an instant-

He was in the coffin, the sand was falling down, this was not a hotel room, this was simply the place where he was buried alive.

Dream, it's a dream, he's Ranley Hall, he's sleeping on a hotel bed at the moment, it's nothing more than a nightmare. He swallowed his saliva and admonished himself, but it was all so real, the sound of the sand falling, the weight of the sand piling up on his chest, the dreary heat of the air that was almost boiling, the flickering flashlight lights, and the thunderous sound of the cell phone vibrating in his ears......

Everything was too real, especially the pain in his head and arms, which was becoming more and more obvious, he raised his hand to look, and then he saw that the back of his hand was stained with blood, and the mobile phone in his hand was vibrating, and the memory was surging in an instant.

Just now a bomb was dropped, the lid of the coffin was cracked, and then the sand fell like a torrential rain, the mobile phone lost its signal, and his call was forced to be interrupted, and the survival instinct/ability in a desperate situation erupted with incredible power, he tried to plug the crack with his shirt to prevent the sand from venting further, but the plank finally broke, and the sparse landing continued to fall, leaving him less and less time, if he didn't go out again, he really had no chance.

Yes, he didn't have much time left.

Seeing the vibrating mobile phone in his hand, the light of hope was suddenly ignited, and the mobile phone that had lost the signal just now finally rang again, and he had to let the outside know that there had been an accident in his situation, and the rescue speed must be accelerated. This is his only life.

He immediately pressed the call button, without any hesitation, "Hey, who's there?" Raising the flashlight, the milky yellow light could clearly see the fine sand falling down, there was actually a poignant sense of magnificence, but he was in no mood to pay attention to it at the moment. The voice revealed eagerness, as if grasping the last straw.

"Is that Paul Conroy?" The voice on the other end of the phone was unhurried, word by word, and the deliberately clear words were so slow that it was unbearable, and he had to interrupt the voice directly, "Yes, yes, I'm Paul, who are you?" He had to raise his hand to tuck his shirt tighter, as the sand was still falling, and the situation seemed to be getting worse and worse.

"Paul, I'm Alan-Davenport. The voice on the other end of the phone was still articulate, making people impatient, "I'm the HR director of CRT. ”

"Yes, yes, I left you a message. He just wanted it to be faster, faster, the sand was still falling, and the phone was going to run out of battery, not to mention that the signal was still coming and going.

"Yes, I also heard from Rebecca-Browning at the State Department. Can you tell us about your current situation?"

The slow voice on the phone was really annoying, but he didn't have time to get angry now, because the speed of the sand falling in front of him had not been full, and under the imminent life and death situation, he didn't have time to pay attention to the other party, but said irritably, "What's worse, there may have been an explosion, and now the sand has been leaking down, and it will fill up in about half an hour." The words were so flustered that he couldn't even organize his own words.

"Okay, okay, slow down, you try to calm down. He rolled his eyes, he was about to die, and the other party actually asked him to calm down, but the moment he was angry, he gritted his teeth and vented all his anger on his hands, and his shirt was actually stuffed into the cracks little by little, which made him see hope, and he was engrossed in the work of his left hand, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the other party at all, "Let me ask you, who are you talking to on the phone?"

The crack is finally blocked, and the sand finally stops falling.

"Grass, does it matter?" The irritability came up, he didn't hold back, and cursed a foul word, but after all this struggle, he also knew that anger couldn't help at this moment, so he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, trying to get his brain running again, "Uh, robber, Dan-Brenner of the hostage task force......"

"Okay, Paul, I see, what about the media? I know your kidnapping footage is leaked, but did you talk to anyone about it directly?"

The other party interrupted his words and asked straight to the point, his brow furrowed - why the other party wanted to know this, but the words still answered, "No, no, no, no." ”

"Okay, okay, okay, okay. The other party was obviously very satisfied with this answer, which made his brow tangled again, but his eyes were distracted by the crack in his shirt, he couldn't concentrate on thinking, he sensed that something was wrong, but now it was a matter of life and death, he couldn't care about those delicate things, "Continue to maintain this state, we need to try to keep the impact to a minimum." ”

The anger broke through the shackles of the sense of crisis in an instant, and he slammed the fragile lid above his head with his left elbow, and roared angrily, "The current situation is that I am in his/mother's coffin!" The sand began to fall again due to the violent vibration, "I think the range is small enough!" He used the last trace of strength in his body, the fear of death, the grievance of being buried alive, the desire to survive, burst out to the extreme at this moment, "Help me! His pupils cracked completely, and he screamed out of his mind, "What the are you doing right now? How did you help me?"

He struggled like a drowning man, regardless of it, but all his strength dissolved beneath the calm water. His body began to sink slowly, and no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail.

How he wished it was just a nightmare.