Hollywood Drawing

Wayne sat irritably behind the monitor, trying hard to watch the pre-filmed clips to divert his attention, otherwise he was afraid that he would curse. Suddenly a cup of coffee appeared in front of him. He looked up at the person who handed him the coffee. It was Naomi.

"Thank you, are you okay? How is your stomach? If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital immediately. You know what the consequences will be if you get injured. The entire crew will stop working and wait for you."

Wayne took the coffee and looked at her seriously.

"Of course, I feel much better. In fact, I have been on guard for a long time. We have quarreled with Bichi in private several times. He even scolded me for being a heroine who only relied on hook-ups. She is just jealous that I am a heroine. , she can only play a supporting role as a villain."

Speaking of this, Naomi was a little excited and continued:

"I know what my job is, so I have always ignored her provocations against me. At most, I have a few quarrels in private. I don't want these nonsense to affect my performance."

He looked at Naomi playfully. No one knew what was going on, but at least these two women were not simple. Think about it and you would know that if Naomi just said something to her, they had a private quarrel. With just a few words, it would be impossible for Uma to fall down “accidentally”!

"Okay, I've warned her, and I'll tell you the same thing again, that's it! I don't care how much conflict there is between you, just put it away. You have to think clearly, if you screw up the film, you are also doing it. Waste your own opportunity!"

"Of course, I swear that I will not take revenge on that Bitchi. My focus is definitely on the show."

Wayne nodded, motioned for her to get ready, started shooting again, and finally passed it in one shot. Everyone saw his sinister look, and everyone knew whoever caused trouble for him now would definitely ignite this powder keg.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Pack your things. All the scenes in school are over. We have a day off tomorrow and go to the abandoned hospital the day after tomorrow. Luke, put the tapes away and put them in the safe. Don't be careless."

Everyone could rest, but he couldn't. Everyone went to the bar to relax. He was in the small hotel revising the storyboards and designing the camera positions.

"Dang-dang", there were two knocks on the door, and as Wayne said "Come in," Naomi Watts was seen holding a bottle of red wine, closing the door and walking in.

"Hi, Wayne."

"Hi Naomi."

He twirled the pencil in his hand and watched her put down the red wine and go find the corkscrew. The red wine was opened, Naomi took out two glasses from the cabinet, poured the wine and handed him one glass and said:

"You put too much pressure on yourself, Wayne. Proper relaxation will help you work better, haven't you noticed? You seem to have lost weight in the past twenty days."

He looked at his figure and shook his head.

"Maybe you are right. I haven't had a good night's sleep since the early preparations. But I think I am used to the pressure. Damn it, if there is another time, I will never do everything by myself. "

Naomi drank all the wine in one gulp and slowly knelt down on the carpet.

"Stress? So put aside what you are doing for the time being. Maybe I can help you relieve your stress. All you have to do is put down that damn pencil."

He slowly leaned back on the chair, took a breath and closed his eyes.

Early the next morning, Wayne opened his eyes and sat up and looked at his watch. It was less than seven o'clock. Thinking of resting today, he lay back on the bed, looking at himself and wondering where Naomi had gone.

He himself was also wondering, could it really be due to race? In my previous life, I definitely did not have such strong hormones.

"Are you awake? I ordered food. It's in the living room. Do you want to have something to eat first?"

Naomi walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. When she saw that he was awake, she sat on the bed and stretched out her hand.

Seeing that he couldn't sleep anymore, Wayne took her hand, sat up and started to get dressed.

"Oh, okay, my belly is almost flat. Don't tempt me. You're right. Moderate relaxation allowed me to sleep well. I must admit, you did a really good job last night, which was beyond me. Well expected.”

The two of them were eating breakfast sent by the hotel, and Naomi asked Wayne:

"Do you have any plans for your day off? Or we can drive to the beach. I heard there is a very good beach here. There are not as many tourists as Mabury Beach."

"Well, it would be nice to go and have a look. When will we leave?"

He doesn't care about these. He has no interest in the beach or shopping.

"We'll leave after breakfast. I brought a swimsuit. If the weather is good, we can sunbathe."

Wayne stared at her weirdly, sunbathing in a swimsuit at the end of November? Isn't it really cold at a time when the greater Los Angeles area is, so to speak, cooling down?

The two of them had breakfast, but before they even left the house, their plan was ruined. Literally, it was ruined. It's raining heavily outside the window. The climate here has little rain all year round and plenty of sunshine. I didn't expect it to rain heavily.

Unable to go out, Wayne spent the day in the hotel and watched the footage that had been shot throughout the day. I hope this heavy rain will not continue for a few days, otherwise the time saved in school will be wasted in this heavy rain.

No one can stop natural disasters. Fortunately, the heavy rain slowly turned into drizzle at noon the next day, and stopped before dark in the evening. Fortunately, it only delayed one day.

At eight o'clock in the morning, he drove a pickup truck and led the convoy out of the county and into the suburbs. About five or six kilometers away from the center of Orange County, there is a mental hospital that was abandoned at some time. This allowed Wayne, who tried every means to save money, to save a lot of money in renting a studio.

Urban construction in the United States was still done in the 1930s and 1940s, when Roosevelt was responding to the Great Depression, so the road ahead was difficult. Heavy rain all day and night turned the already bumpy dirt road into a mud pit.

We set off at 8 o'clock in the morning and drove for more than an hour to reach the more than ten kilometers away. Parking the car in the weeds, Wayne looked up at the abandoned mental hospital.

A large area of ​​the white wall outside has peeled off, revealing the mottled walls inside. There are large black spots on the rolled-up wall, and the window sills and cracks on the wall are covered with weeds.

"Oh my god! Wayne, I bet, even if you are not shooting a horror movie, if you shoot it here, it will become a horror movie. The atmosphere here is simply a naturally scary scene. If a group of ogres or monsters rush out of it now, Murderous maniac, I’m not surprised at all!”

Lily was now beside him and sighed. Yes, this damn place looks so oozing, it does look like a horror scene from an American grindhouse movie. He was quite helpless, but he had confidence in Luke and Rose.

"Lily, relax, the first floor has been arranged in advance by Luke and the others. It is absolutely no different from a normal hospital. We only use a small area. If this makes you uncomfortable, then speed up the work and finish the filming as soon as possible. , let’s leave this place as soon as possible.”

Wayne finished speaking easily and took the lead in walking in. To be honest, he has absolutely no interest in American grindhouse movies, cult movies, or horror movies that make Americans scream with fear.

Just like here, it looked quite intimidating from the outside, but if a group of ogres or murderers really came out from inside, he really wouldn't be afraid. What he fears deep down is the stuff from Eastern metaphysics, the kind of horror movies that play with atmosphere.

Just like when he was a child in his previous life and watched CDs with his friends, the movie "Mountain Village Teacher" scared him so much that he didn't dare to turn off the light and sleep for almost half a month. The violent spraying of ketchup in American horror movies would only make him feel a little nauseous, not to mention scared.

Luke and the props set them up and did a good job, and while he was inspecting them, he watched the staff set up the machines. If you don't leave this small, well-arranged area, it's almost the same as a normal hospital.

Seeing that everyone was almost ready, he picked up a pile of masks, picked out one and handed it to the actor playing the murderer, and asked him:

"Listen, you don't show your face in many scenes. You wear this thing most of the time. It's very simple, don't be nervous, just pay attention to your positioning and don't make mistakes."

Seeing that he turned around and said there was no problem, Wayne walked behind the monitor and checked everything. Making sure there would be no problems, I picked up the camera.

The scenes here are relatively simple, not too many shots, but very broken. There is no difficulty in the performance. As long as no unexpected situations occur, he feels that the filming can be completed as soon as possible.

Today is mainly the scene of the heroine Terry being killed in the hospital, and some scenes of minor supporting characters, such as the handsome teacher who aroused the jealousy of the supporting actress and kept killing the heroine.

"Okay, are you all ready? When you are, let's start. Scene 74, Act 1, begin!"

Seeing that everyone said it was okay, he shouted to start, and the crew slowly fell silent. The microphone used for live sound recording slowly fell from the sky, and the entire ward became silent. No one wanted to make a sudden sound and interrupt the filming.

The crew gradually developed a tacit understanding and slowly started operating. The appropriate lighting, colors, props, and performances were almost perfectly delivered to Wayne through the camera lens. He couldn't help but click, and the crew got into the mood for the first scene.

Just as Wayne was thinking this, the sound of opening the door and chatting sounded from behind. The sound was not loud, but it broke the tranquility of the film crew and spread to every corner of the house.

Steve was stunned for a moment when he turned on the light, and Luke, who was holding the microphone, was also obviously stunned. Naomi and the actor who performed the killer both showed helpless expressions.

Uma Thurman was watching from the sidelines. She saw the two temporary prop assistants pushing the door open while chatting. Then she looked at Wayne, whose face immediately darkened. She subconsciously covered her ears. The volcano was about to erupt.

Two prop assistants opened the door and came in while chatting, each holding an armful of clothes. These were costumes and props for performances, white coats and so on.

"cut!"

Wayne shouted helplessly, and the two of them put down their clothes. They seemed to know that they had caused trouble, and they took the initiative to come to him and apologize.

"I'm sorry, Director Greenberg, we have been moving props and didn't hear any sound from inside, so we thought filming hadn't started yet."

This made him feel like he had eaten a dead fly and couldn't spit it out. This kind of accident is an uncontrollable factor, and no one can guarantee that it will not happen. Wayne nodded, indicating that he accepted their apology, and asked the actors to return to their original positions and start over.