Movie Master

Michael Fassbender only felt that his brain was in chaos. The uncontrollable agitation and madness were always struggling, trying to get rid of the shackles and break through the ground, his eyes began to turn red, and he kept chanting, I Live, I die, I die and come back to life! As if he was insane, a solemn religious ceremony was going on, even though half of him was buried in the sand, and the car fragments were still on his body, but he didn't care at all , as if he had no fear of being injured or dying at all, he firmly believed that he was invulnerable, and even death was just a starting point for embracing a new life. That kind of frenzy was surging rapidly in his blood, precariously on the brink of explosion!

Wake up, Michael. The fragments of the door panel on his body were removed, Michael's vision became clear again, and then he saw the figure appearing in front of him, Blood bag! Witness me, blood bag! Michael's fist He couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly, struggling hard, screaming madly.

Michael saw Max raised his fist, with a brutal and iron-blooded aura bursting out from his whole body, even the hot air from his nose was full of violent male hormones, he could even see the torn muscles and protruding veins , rushing blood, smashed down like a storm.

Michael screamed extremely excitedly, without dodging or fear, he just watched the fist speed up and smashed down, his pupils began to burst due to the approach of the fist, and when the fist was about to hit his face, suddenly Withdrawing the force, a bloody air wave was set off, piercing the nose and directly stabbing the brain. The adrenaline burst out completely. After reaching the extreme, it fell quickly like a free fall, and the whole body hit the ground fiercely. The pain caused Michael to open his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound when he wanted to scream. The dull pain stimulated his brain to regain his sobriety.

All things, all events flowed into the brain like a tide.

Gradually clear vision made Michael realize that what was in front of him was not Max, but Lance. He took a deep breath, but it was so fierce that he began to cough violently, Lance...I...I... He tried to speak several times, but he was choked by coughing, and accidentally I was out of breath, but my cough became more and more intense.

Lance patted him on the shoulder, didn't say much, then turned to look at the crew, beckoned, and in a blink of an eye, the staff flocked to him.

Two days have passed since the day when Lance was furious in the production crew. The weather in the Namibian desert finally improved, and the strong wind did not continue. The crew found a window to shoot, but the first attempt after re-entering the shooting still failed Yes, because Michael's performance is still not in place, Lance is very dissatisfied, this is their second filming.

All the scenes should be until Max snatched the lighting fireworks from Nax's hand, but there was a little accident during the filming process. Michael's car hit a small rock. After a jolt, it turned off. Charlize, who was behind, did not brake quickly, and ended up rear-end. Fortunately, everyone kept shooting at a low speed, so there were no major accidents, but both Michael and Lance jumped out of the car immediately to avoid accidents such as engine fires.

Now, the staff rushed over with fire extinguishers to finish the accident just now.

Michael looked at Lance's back, with an unbelievable frenzy in his eyes, not Nax's, but not far off. Before the shooting just now, Lance told him that during the performance, pay more attention to the rhythm of the performance, don't be too anxious, the whole performance will explode naturally. Michael didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at first, but he really understood after he started filming that his entire performance rhythm was substituted into Lance's world.

One look, one movement, without any other superfluous modifications, Michael can feel from the depths of his soul that this is Max, and more importantly, the urgency of survival and the sense of crisis that burst out from Max. Keen, not only brought out the recklessness and defeat of the end of the wasteland, but also brought out the precipitousness of the chasing battle in the sandstorm. The powerful performance aura created the whole performance scene unconsciously, which made Michael It's almost effortless to enter the state of performance-no, to be more accurate, Michael's entire performance rhythm is led by Lance. This skill is as if descended from a god.

He could feel the adrenaline rush in his blood, so that he grabbed the steering wheel and looked around with excitement like an hyperactive child; he could feel the desperate frenzy in his brain, so that he desperately wanted to destroy himself, He can even feel the paranoia, blindness and madness deep in his soul, so that he really believes that death can bring eternal life.

The hot blood still didn't cool down, Michael breathed heavily, I live, I die, I die and I come back to life, these words are like a curse, constantly echoing in his mind, as if he couldn't get rid of it at all . This is the first time since Michael became an actor that he really felt this kind of situation of being stuck in a role and unable to extricate himself.

He knew that this miraculous and mysterious realm appeared because of Lance, but the problem was that, when he thought about it now, he couldn't remember how Lance acted at all. Only Max's sharp and alert pair of eyes appeared in his mind. The rest of his eyes were blank, even his own performance just now was covered with a layer of mist, and he couldn't see the truth hazyly.

Michael stood up abruptly, looked left and right, he wanted to watch the replay—regardless of whether Lance, the director, nodded his approval for the shooting content this time, but as an actor, Michael needed to watch it again and watch it seriously, He needs to clear the fog to see the truth of the matter.

Albert came up, followed by the crew's resident doctor, who gave Michael a simple check-up, and then let him go after making sure he was fine. Then Charlize and Lance came back one after another, and the doctor hurried forward.

Emma kept her eyes on Lance, looking at the doctor worriedly, hoping that the doctor would announce that Lance was fine. But in a blink of an eye, he caught sight of Michael again, grabbed him, didn't speak, and stared at Lance intently. Michael wanted to leave, but Emma didn't let go. She waited until the doctor nodded and confirmed that Lance was fine. Then he looked away, Michael, how was Lance's performance just now?

She hadn't had the chance to be alone with Lance since that night. Because Lance overturned all the shooting plans, reset the shooting route and method, and experimented with the on-site special effects team for a whole day, leaving almost no gaps. Standing by the side, Emma can feel that Lance has regained his focus, and the irritability has disappeared, as if he has returned to the Lance who was filming Sin City and Hard Candy again. The work that went well and the crew's undivided attention are the proof of that.

However, Emma was still a little worried. She wanted to know the real situation of Lance.

God, Lance is amazing! Michael realized that if he wanted to watch the replay, he still had to wait for Lance, so he was not in a hurry. Excitement was written all over his face, and he waved his hands excitedly, You I will never believe what I just experienced, as if everything fell into a blank, the whole performance was incorporated into the rhythm of Lance, everything flowed naturally, there was no need to think, the performance just flowed naturally, until now , I didn’t even get out of this scene.”

Michael does look a lot like Nax, every cell is burning like a flame, his feet, hands, and facial expressions, there is no place to be quiet, Lance is a genius, he is a genius through and through, his eyes , he does all the acting with just eyes, Emma, ​​do you know what that means? This is better than 'Hard Candy'! God, I can't wait, I want to see the replay! You'll be blown away by Lance's performance...

Michael was still rambling on, every detail of his expression showed his excitement, but Emma had already turned to look at Lance.

Lance was still calm and calm, as if the previous collapse and chaos had never happened before. The stability and composure of the overall situation brought the whole crew back on track. Emma didn't know what Lance had gone through, but she knew that Lance had regained his confidence and the situation was under control again. Maybe, maybe, maybe, or... She also helped a little bit that night, even if she didn't, she could still feel the warmth and happiness flowing in her heart at this time. The distance between her and Lance seemed to be farther, but it seemed to be closer again. The uneasy jump and anticipation danced in her chest, and the smile on the corner of her mouth could not help but be slightly outlined.

As if aware of her sight, Lance raised his head and looked over, the eyes of the two collided in the air, Emma waved hello with a smile, but Lance was expressionless, and then looked away , walked towards the monitor with Charlize.

There was no response, but Emma's mood rose high. If Lance has returned to his former gentlemanly appearance now—just like he treated Jessica back then, as if nothing had happened between them, then Emma would be really disappointed; but now, now Lance But without that calmness and unrestrainedness, the subtle changes in emotions seemed to bring out ripples in my heart. Emma bit her lower lip tightly, but her smile still rose uncontrollably, brisk and wonderful.

Albert, prepare to start playback. Lance's voice came over, attracting the attention of everyone in the crew.