You're lying...
The staff of the film company looked at Barris, who had a head full of white hair and a face like orange peel, and silently gave him the middle finger in their hearts.
Everything was no longer a problem. The film was intended to win an award and be released in a local cinema, so the investment company only needed to ensure that the film could achieve the desired effect.
The main goal of the film was to win an award, so was the company's operation. Unlike the "Elephant" team, this was one of the ways Miramax Films would make a name for itself that year.
In fact, Qin Guan was the least famous actor in the film.
The film was set in Manhattan in the 1980s, so Qin Guan didn't even need to move.
Everything was ready except for the right thing.
'He has pieced together a part of the puzzle of life, but not the whole thing …'
Someone else's voice-over expressed the feelings of the people around him. It could be approval, or it could be opposition …
Qin Guan sat quietly in the dressing room, waiting for the final touch of his makeup. His black hair was a little brown, and his long hair was curled in a retro style from the 1980s.
He was wearing a yellow shirt and checkered overalls. It was as if he had gone back in time to the era when a gentleman was still a pipe and a civilized stick.
Qin Guan walked out of the dressing room and stood in front of everyone. The director and the staff let out a long sigh of relief.
He looked a little retro, a little yuppie, a little absurd. His slightly raised lips and curly hair told the story of an ancient Jewish family.
The phonograph seemed to have found its owner. On the yellowed wooden floor, it let out its final unyielding squeak.
"Good. Today is your first day. Let's shoot some simple scenes to get used to each other. You don't even need to show your face. Just show me your butt."
Director George winked at Qin Guan, and the audience burst into laughter.
Qin Guan took off his clothes fearlessly. It was the second time he had shot an indie film, and he had to be naked again.
It was like an indie film. If a man or woman didn't share his body with his partner in the most honest way, it would not be an indie film. It would be like a film without a soul.
Since he was going to make a satirical comedy, he could go all out and have fun ….
Qin Guan took off his underwear and messed up his curly hair. He looked like a chicken coop on his head, which made him look a little awkward.
The dim and simple hotel was lit by incandescent lamps. Because it had been used for a long time, the lights were dim and faint.
On the single bed behind him, the mattress that had not been tidied up for a long time was naturally in a mess.
A squeaky program was playing on the black and white TV. Qin Guan stood barefoot on the dirty floor, facing the endless air.
The cameraman's camera was very simple. This was the easiest scene to shoot in the entire movie, with one in front and the other at the back.
The sound of the film rolling could be heard and George finally shouted, "3, 2, action!!"
As soon as he finished his words, his aura changed. Two seconds ago, he had been shining like a prince in distress. Two seconds later, he had become comical and decadent, like a man with a story that no one could understand or save.
One of his legs was bent, and the other was straight, like a hooligan on the street. He definitely did not use all his strength to straighten his back.
Qin Guan's beautiful back, tight buttocks and slender thighs were perfectly displayed in the camera, but no one had the time to praise the Creator for his special treatment.
This was because everyone smiled knowingly. This figure reminded them of the buddies who chatted with each other and always played the role of a clown among friends.
The camera took a close-up shot of Qin Guan's face. Only his eyes were visible, but they shocked the cameraman.
Under the light, Qin Guan's almost transparent pupils seemed to be expressing his decadence, struggle, contradiction and hesitation. He was trying to find an appropriate excuse for his silence.
The Asian boy had the face of a leading role in an indie film that Europeans and Americans liked. He also had the spirituality of an actor that even the director hadn't noticed.
The machine was running smoothly. Finally, Drew Barrymore appeared on the screen. She was sexy and plump, with a retro look from the 1980s and red lips that Americans liked the most.
At this time, she looked haggard and helpless. Outside the door of this shabby hotel, she looked at the boyfriend she once loved deeply through the gap in the door.
"Let's talk. Maybe I shouldn't force you to marry me..."
"Honey, I can't live without you..."
Qin Guan, no, he was Barris in the movie. Due to various reasons, he couldn't talk to his girlfriend. Before the wedding, he had shamefully hidden away.
He didn't dare walk out of the dirty room, so he could only face his girlfriend in silence. A pair of dark eyes were in the room, while a pair of blue eyes were outside.
The two storyboards only captured two pairs of beautiful eyes, communicating with each other through their gazes …
"Good! Cut! "
"The first scene was perfect. I was afraid that Qin Guan would be a plastic model. I'm not an oil painter..."
The audience laughed good-naturedly, but Drew Barrymore and her assistant retreated from outside the door. After all, the actor she was working with was still naked, wasn't he?
Suddenly, there was a commotion.
"Who are you looking for, beautiful lady? Inside is the filming site … Sigh … "
Qin Guan put on his T-shirt. The staff failed to stop the aggressive woman from walking straight ahead.
Qin Guan turned around and saw the bottom of a red leather bag falling on his head.
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