Chapter 569: Lifting a weight is light
The gentleman used to be a class concept, second only to the nobility in social status, and later became a cultural term, and as a representative of the Great Corrupt Country, he was Amway to the whole world.
Chu Qing doesn't like this thing very much, in his opinion, a gentleman should be a state of mind, not an appearance. The appearance is for others to see, and the mentality is self-cultivation.
The rotten country entertainment industry is rich in gentlemen, the more famous ones are Daniel Day-Lewis, Sean Connery and Ralph Vannes.
They are the kind mentioned above, especially the first two, which can be called fighters among scumbags.
Chu Qing didn't hold on to the word "Virtue and Art", but relatively speaking, he did prefer Cliff Owen and Alan Rickman.
In mid-April, it was warm.
Halfway through the filming of "No Vacation for Killers," Ralph Vannes arrived in the small town of Bruges. He was in a hurry to shoot "Bernard and Doris", so he only had five days left for MacDonald.
The man was as tall and thin as he had imagined, covered with a black coat and shiny leather shoes. If it weren't for the fact that the top of his head is a little bald, his eyebrows are a little gloomy, and his nasolabial folds are a little deep and he looks very old, he would still be a pretty good uncle of the rotten country.
"Chu, it's a pleasure to work with you."
"Thank you, I'm honored too."
Ralph's attitude was gentle and polite, and even the outstretched palms and direct gaze were impeccable. Chu Qing shook his hand, feeling that the other party's palm was dry and contained strength.
"Here's the shooting plan, that's your room over there, you can take a break first." Tessa Rose leaned over and handed over a few thin pages.
"Thanks, can I ask if I have a role today?" Ralph Road.
"The director didn't make any arrangements, if you think you're in good shape, we'll start in the evening."
"Oh, that's it."
HE NODDED, AND SAID TO CHU QING AGAIN: "SORRY, DO YOU HAVE TIME IN THE AFTERNOON." We'd better be familiar with the next line. β
"No problem, I'll look for you in the afternoon." The creature laughed.
"Okay, then I'll go back to my room first."
Ralph waved his hand, carrying his suitcase, his shoes clattering against the maple floor.
Chu Qing looked at the man, and had some expectations in his heart, the other party graduated from the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts, and was admitted to the Royal National Theater, and received N years of theater training and stage edification, and his skills were far from being comparable to Colin Farrell.
It's not that it's torn off. I just want to see the orthodox English drama school.
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Ken couldn't do it after all, so he let go of the thunder privately, and then called Harry, which probably meant: I'm just like that, what do you like!
He knew that with Harry's character, he would definitely come over to clean the portal, and he was ready to die.
Inside, the glass windows block the light outside, and the room is dark and quiet. Mural. The table lamp, the large mirror on the wall, and the small basket of spices on the table all seem to melt into the air and flow slowly.
Chu Qing stood in front of the mirror. Wearing a black vertical pattern suit, which was specially prepared by the crew, the size is good.
The lights are in place, and there are a dozen boards over there:
βACTIONοΌβ
Then I saw him stretch out his hand slowly. Put on the ring with a little effort, tie the watch, and then straighten the tie. Smooth out the folds of the shirt.
The face in the mirror is unusually ordinary, just like the first soak of urine every day, brushing the floor and tearing open the curtains, looking at the breezy weather.
This is contrary to MacDonald's idea, the director wants that kind of sad and helpless mood, but Chu Qing thinks that it is a bit deliberate, just simple. No one could convince anyone, so he had to play each one over again to leave room for editing.
And finally, he put the pistol in a drawer, wrapped it in a tablecloth, put another gun in his arms, and turned to go out.
"Click!"
MacDonald was excited and entangled, and said sadly: "Chu, you are specifically giving me a problem, I am reluctant to give up the first one, and I don't want to give up the second one." β
"Then you can release a version, a DVD version, and that's it."
Chu Qing was joking, but people were really thinking about it, and hurriedly said, "Martin, I'm just talking about it casually." β
"I know."
MacDonald came back to his senses and asked, "Are you going to Ralph?" β
"Well, we need to get the lines right."
"OK, I hope you guys can surprise."
"Bye!"
There was no Chu Qing in the afternoon, so he returned to the hotel after taking off his makeup, ate a casual milk sausage and waffles, and ran outside Ralph's room.
"Knock knock!"
"Squeak!"
Voldemort opened the door and beckoned, "Thank you for coming, Chu." β
"You're welcome."
He entered the house with a smile and casually asked, "Have you had lunch?" β
"After eating a little, my appetite has always been bad."
"You can eat something appetizing."
Chu Qing glanced twice, and saw that the luggage was messy and the clothes were scattered, so he simply didn't sit down, and said, "Where do you want to start?" β
"Is it okay to meet in the square?"
"Oh, of course."
So, one leaned against the corner of the table, and the other half-squatted and half-sat on the edge of the bed, and began to exchange words.
Ralph's energy was not entirely on this movie, and he had to hold the script, give a few seconds of buffer, and say, "WELL? β
Yo!
Chu Qing's heart jumped, he had made five Western films, and it was the first time he encountered such a good English line skill.
The word WELL, when used in the declarative voice, means "good, satisfied, proper". But when used as an interrogative voice, it becomes "surprised, sarcastic, complaining" and so on.
If he's not mistaken, the line would have been "What do you have to say?" β
As a result, the other party erased those burdens, and directly gave a "WELL", which vividly expressed the original meaning and character characteristics. Tsk, worthy of the Royal Academy of Dramatics!
Chu Qing was silent for a moment and said, "He wants to kill himself, Harry, he is just a walking corpse, constantly wandering between hell and purgatory." β
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When the words fell, Ralph also glanced at it unexpectedly, marveled at the other party's turtle accent, and quickly answered: "When I called yesterday, did I tell you, 'Ken, can you help me persuade Ray?'" 'Nope! I'm saying to you, 'Can you kill him for me?' 'He's going to kill himself?' I'm going to kill myself! You're killing yourself too! Everyone is killing themselves! But who really committed suicide? No, so he didn't kill himself, did he? β
He spoke very quickly about this long list. But the words are clear, and the tone is frustrated.
"His loaded gun was on his head, and I stopped him while we were ...... in the park"
"Wait, what are you doing in the park? If I'm not mistaken, not only did you not kill him, but you prevented him from killing himself. Killing him will solve my problem, and it will solve yours, and it will sound more relieving to him. β
Chu Qing's lines are well memorized, and they are completely out of script. "Harry, that won't free him. β
"Ken!"
Ralph suddenly put down the script, looked up at the other party, and said: "If I kill a child, whether it is an accident or something, I will not hesitate at all, I will kill myself immediately!" Kill yourself now! I'll put the gun in my mouth right away! β
Voldemort's aura is full of power.
And the thing blinked, still unhurried. Persuaded: "Harry, that kid still has a chance, and he still has the ability to do some good deeds." β
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At this point, Raffle will not continue. We've figured out each other's ranks. Of course, he was very surprised that the other party could catch the move, which was expected, but he could catch it so easily. That's kind of magical.
The Oriental man's English line skills are a little inferior, but no matter how he changes the rhythm, the other party is gentle. Gentle, stable and frightening.
So he stood up, shook his hand more formally, and said, "Thank you, Chu!" β
"You're welcome."
Chu Qing still smiled, and at the same time silently thanked Uncle Xie Ge.
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Harry is a boss who needs emotional control, and although he has a bad temper and a mouth full of "Fu*cking", he is really not a villain, just a principle-worshipping killer who will accommodate even pregnant women.
The character is complex, but easy for Ralph. Because it was from Voldemort that the villains in European and American blockbusters all became tragic revolutionaries, with all kinds of philosophical reflections and childhood shadows, and they were infinitely closer to the Chinese draft players:
is more miserable, poorer, better than middle two, more babbling and reasoning with the protagonist, so he didn't shoot him to death, and as a result, the protagonist's brain was lost in seconds.
All right...... We should complain with a kind heart.
Ralph Vannes should be in good shape and has offered to shoot tonight. McDonald confirmed it repeatedly and decided to change the plan and move tomorrow's night play to today.
In this scene, Ken and Harry ran to the clock tower to solve the problem in order not to cause a riot. And Ken, after an emotional confession, successfully moved Harry.
The space here is small, and there is not enough room for so many people, leaving only the necessary light clusters.
The temperature difference between day and night in Bruges is large, and it is cold at night, not to mention at a height of 83 meters. Chu Qing added another coat, and the suit was worn inside, and a mouth spewed white gas.
While he was ready, he was still in the mood to look at the night, where the buildings and pedestrians flickered in the lights, and the streets seemed to drift, coming from the darkness and dissipating at sunrise.
Everyone likes to feel condescending, and it's important that you know where your feet are.
After a while, the crew was in place, and MacDonald squeezed on the jogging platform on the stairs to direct:
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Chu Qing leaned on the lookout window, looked at the blurred city, and praised sincerely: "Harry, this is a good place." β
As he spoke, he stepped a few steps at random, then turned back to his original position, and said, "I'm not saying that this is indeed a mythical place. β
Ralph looked grim and agreed: "It's a pity that it's in Belgium, but you also know that if it weren't for Belgium, too many people would come here and ruin it." β
"Yes."
He nodded with a smile and pain, and muttered, "I'm glad I was here, before I died." β
As the words fell, the two turned to face each other and pulled out their guns at the same time. Ralph pointed the gun at it, but Chu Qing put the gun on the windowsill and gently pushed it forward.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm not going to resist any longer, Harry."
"That's good!"
The muzzle of the black hole hole was pressed against his forehead, and Ralph was a little angry, and said, "I'll kill you with one shot!" Don't learn from Gandhi, what kind of bullshit are you? Pick up the gun and I'll ...... anyway"
"Harry!"
Chu Qing interrupted suddenly, his facial muscles twitching slightly, not very ugly and distorted, but precisely controlled on two shallow nasolabial lines.
As the lips opened and closed, the twitching was like a natural reaction, from the heart to the corners of the lips: "I owe you, I have been with you for so many years, the friendship between us." Because of all that, I love you unconditionally. β
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Ralph asked the question in a strange tone, but his hand unconsciously lowered the gun.
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Chu Qing looked at each other, and actually brought a little warm nostalgia.
He was like an old fellow, on an autumn afternoon, he set a table of cheap black tea and small biscuits, and complained to his master who had served him for many years:
"Thy integrity, thy glory, I love thee! You should let him go, you should give him a chance, and if you insist on killing him, all I can say is 'you, your mom and our friendship!' But I will not fight with you, I accept your punishment, yes, I accept it all. β
Even if the words were very polite, there was no malice, no anger, no pleading, just chattering. As if you listen or not, I'll go ahead and prune the damn flowers.
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Time seemed to stop, and Raffle's eyes turned into two solidified green beads, and he was already panicking, really a little panicked.
He is known to have two of his signature acting skills: a charming smile and a dementor's eyes. With these two modes, he can easily switch between the demon and the love saint.
The latter, in particular, is famous for his eye plays, often relying on deep and varied layers to convey the emotions he wants to express.
But today, it's like being wrapped in something that is tangled in a thread, invisible or intangible. If you don't move, you don't feel anything, and when you exert yourself, the thing gets tighter and tighter.
Fortunately, Ralph's years of immersion in stage experience exploded, and finally broke open the gap, mocking: "You said so much, I can't shoot, can I?" β
"That's your freedom, Harry, and I'm not going to resist." Chu Qing shrugged.
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Ralph shook his head, his heart had been moved, but he could breathe this out, so raising his hand was a shot.
"Ahh
The prop gun spewed sparks, and the blood in Chu Qing's left leg exploded with a bang, and he suddenly screamed. The bulky body tilted to the side, and hurriedly grabbed the window edge with his hand, so that he barely fell to the ground.
And Ralph sped up his speech, and nervousness began to squirt: "Listen! I can't be as righteous as Robert Powell and I won't embarrass you! β
"Who?"
When Chu Qing was no longer like "Full-time Killer", he twisted his body into a twist and held the windowsill flatly. He knew that the other party had given up the pursuit, and he still had the leisure to chat.
"Robert Powell, Jesus of Nazareth, the one who plays Jesus."
βFU*CKοΌ I haven't seen it! β
"Click!"
MacDonald ran straight up, completely speechless.
"Hoo ......"
Chu Qing straightened up, but inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, if nothing else, just for those two damn "Iloveyou"!
He knew the difference between Eastern and Western cultures, and knew that it was a way to show respect and love, and he could let himself say "Iloveyou" to a fanbang man......
Come on! He's done a long mental build-up.
This will, even if it goes smoothly, Ya hasn't slowed down much. The culture of the corrupt country is unguardable, don't you see that MacDonald and Ralph are enjoying it?
Tsk, the ancients are right: there are always who want to mess with me! (To be continued.) )