Disaster Artist

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"Everyone pay attention, our goal is Kun Qiang, I believe everyone knows who I am talking about."

The camera followed Artest's perspective into the interior of the armored vehicle, and the SWAT team leader explained the goals and difficulties of the entire operation in a few words:

Kun Qiang, badass, destroy.

Mad dog, thug, vigilant.

Ah He, the think tank, is dangerous.

Concise words convey effective information, and more importantly, the camera moves silently among the SWAT team members——

The Adam's apple swallowing saliva, the slightly trembling fingers, the fierce eyes, the gnashing jaw, the eagerly shaking feet, the cold sweat slowly falling...

The picture did not capture the panorama, but the close-up captures one by one, walking around different team members, accompanied by the solemn and solemn words of the squad leader, the whole atmosphere was created, and there was a sense of slaughter. Filled the air.

The last shot falls on Artest.

He lowered his eyes slightly and couldn't see his expression, but in the direction of his eyes, he could see his right hand on the **** of the gun, wearing a ring on his ring finger, as if he was looking at the ring in a trance, and then the camera stopped. Gradually blurred focus, and even the thoughts of the audience were scattered.

In the next second, with the words of the SWAT team leader, three people appeared as soon as the screen turned, and the audience was able to match the three people without any effort.

Mad dog. Kun Qiang. Ah and.

Kun Qiang was eating noodles, Mad Dog was pulling the dead skin on his fingers, and Ah He was staring at the ceiling in a daze. In just one scene, the images of the three characters were outlined.

The camera rises, looks down from above, follows Kun Qiang's footsteps, and then you can see five kneeling figures, because of the perspective of overlooking, it looks like five dots, but you can clearly see the hands and hands. The legs are bound and the mouth is covered with tape.

Kun Qiang walked behind them with a pistol, and shot one head after another in the way of execution.

boom! Blood splashes!

boom! Fireworks bloom!

boom! Bloodstains are blooming!

boom! Brain burst!

The neat and neat shooting burst out with bunches of blood flowers, and then swayed a magnificent oil painting on the ground. The looming sound of rain outside the window seemed to become gentle, but instead of the violent storm just now, the world was quiet. Down, the strong contrast made the audience stunned.

Four shots, slow and slow.

As a result, the fifth shot got stuck. Because there was no more bullets, Kun Qiang showed a gentle smile and gently stroked the fifth person's head, as if comforting a puppy.

"Sorry, you waited for me."

Kun Qiang turned and walked to his desk, opened the drawer, and found some bullets and a hammer in it.

Kun Qiang didn't choose bullets, but grabbed the hammer and went back behind the man.

Raised high, smashed hard.

The camera was slightly raised, not aimed at the violent picture, but I could see the blood splashing on Kun Qiang, rendering a halo on the T-shirt. In an instant, a shuddering horror effect was created.

Goosebumps on the surface of the skin screamed wildly.

Kun Qiang looked down at the hammer and his T-shirt, showing an annoyed expression. He didn't seem to be satisfied with his dirty appearance, but he didn't deal with himself. He threw the hammer aside and walked slowly. Go to the table next to the five bodies and place the phonograph pointer on the vinyl disc.

The elegant classical music slowly flowed out. Kun Qiang opened the humidor next to him and lit it for himself. Standing in front of the gramophone, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the tranquility of this moment.

The melody, flowing, left the apartment building and entered the torrential rain. It was almost covered by the sound of the rain, and then got into the armored vehicle. The sound of the rain was left outside, and the music became clear again, but because the SWAT team With a solemn, almost suffocated expression on his face, he slowly lowered his voice.

It was as if the sound of a heart bursting could be heard.

Wonderful!

Really brilliant!

The three opening scenes are only about five minutes in total, but the narrative style that does not drag on the water achieves perfect harmony at the height of lens scheduling and artistic aesthetics. The sound effects, colors, composition, and lighting fully mobilize the audience's vision and hearing. Totally immersed in the narrative of the camera.

Flowing clouds and water, in one go.

In an instant, the confrontation between the SWAT team and Kun Qiang has penetrated the big screen, and more importantly, the oppression of the **** violence has made the adrenaline burn.

At this moment, Kun Dabin has given up thinking—or rather, refused to think. For such a film, it is necessary to abandon intellectual calmness, follow the director’s lens to go deep into the story, and then fully enjoy the experience of a roller coaster. The correct way to watch movies.

The audience, no one can make an exception, is completely sucked into the big screen, and the mixed feelings of fear and excitement are intertwined. They can see Kun Qiang's perversion and violence, and they can also see the pressure of the SWAT team. And tension, the atmosphere of death and withering permeated the entire auditorium.

No one made any sound, and the body was pressed firmly on the seat.

Hold your breath!

Heartbeat!

Kun Dabin adjusted his sitting position a little, but he couldn't hold back his excitement and curiosity. Instead, he became a little worried. The opening chapter was so amazing. Will he be weak afterward and go high and low?

Hope Lu Qian won't let him down.

In fact, not only no, but also surprises.

Rain stopped.

Then, a thrilling moment that was deeply imprinted in my mind was staged—

Under the cover of the blue hour of dawn, the camera can capture two huge whales breathing like hills, following the movement of the camera, slowly, slowly, the SWAT team arrives at the apartment site, and the uniform footsteps are not The tension can be sensed from the light to the heavy.

The camera passed lightly, and then rose, soared, and dived as if on wings, passing the silhouette of the SWAT team, and swooped toward the giant beast in front of him like a bomber.

Whoosh.

In this way, he dived directly into the hazy darkness, flew freely and nimbly, swept across the room scene by scene, and glanced at all beings:

Some people meditate and practice, some people are sick in bed, some people are drowsy, some people gather to gamble, and some people stay up all night in the underground factory to "care" those "green leaves"...

The picture, like a map of mountains and rivers during the Qingming Festival, is slowly laid out, but without giving the audience much time to savor it, it has already passed by, and a few strokes have outlined the decay and blood in the darkness, and drilled all the way. Entering the top floor, he landed in front of an entire monitor screen, quietly "watching" the SWAT teams moving around the building.

Finally, ascending, ascending again, leaving the building from the patio window, like a whale spouting water, drilled out of the whale's body, with a tearing sound, the surrounding world transformed into a different appearance.

The same darkness, but the chaos lingering around is no longer gray, but blue at dawn. The world is still endless chaos, but the boundless blue makes the air clear and translucent again, and the lens is like a dragonfly. Slowly flapping its wings and resting on the dewdrops of green leaves, it slowly and gently landed on the far corner of the apartment building.

The SWAT team leader and the deputy leader of the immediate superior who arrived at the scene ahead of schedule converged.

The camera just landed on the back side of the vice-captain's cheek. No eyes could be seen, only half of his face was full of flesh. He looked down at the sub-captain through the vice-captain's eyes. According to the vice-captain's order, they Divide into two teams and enter the apartment from different entrances.

The flow is smooth and smooth, without any editing, and it is all based on scheduling. The long shot of one shot to the end presents the turbulent dark tide under the silence of the early morning to the audience.

The magnificent and strong color picture brings a strong visual impact, and truly creates a beautiful oil painting texture. Just appreciating such a picture is pleasing to the eye, not to mention that the narrative rhythm is so exciting?

There was no sound in the whole movie theater, and I held my breath before I realized it. It seemed that even the sound of the heartbeat had been silently integrated into the picture, and then followed the footsteps of the SWAT team members silently. As he approached the apartment, he unknowingly became a member of the SWAT team, piercing his chest like a sharp blade, feeling the hot blood gurgling out.

Simply neat.

Kill decisively.

The SWAT team did not have any kindness in their advance. They stepped on the corpse all the way. Only Artest retained a trace of humanity and rescued an ordinary uncle from Jiang Tao. Because the uncle wanted to go home to take care of his wife, Artest's inner softness was also touched. But the mission still needs to continue.

The uncle followed behind the SWAT team into the apartment.

The two squads flank and converge from different directions. The camera does not lock on to any particular protagonist, but switches quickly between different scenes with lightness and agility.

boxing. Broken bone. bundled. Shut up. dagger. butt. Elbow.

hit the door. Broken window. Smash the table. Broken bed. Sawdust splattered and blood splattered.

The camera ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was dazzlingly arranged, and the attack from the fist to the flesh showed the SWAT team's unstoppable posture, breaking through and suppressing all the way, the whole confrontation method became more and more rude, and even hit a middle-aged uncle. When I was incontinent, the dirty picture was once psychologically uncomfortable.

The panoramic bird’s-eye view that had flashed before was just like this, little by little, slowly infiltrating and showing, focusing on the details of each picture like a magnifying glass, so that every audience can really see clearly.

But the splendid editing and connection did not stop much, pause, jump, adrenaline burst; rotation, tumbling, adrenaline burst continuously, in a trance, as if the shot had vitality, began to breathe, and even brought the audience involuntarily Immerse yourself in it.

puff.

puff.

For a while, it was difficult to tell whether it was his own heartbeat, the pulse of the SWAT team, or the rhythm of the blood-gushing wounds.

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