Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Bigelow really admired Jennifer's acting skills, but when she made this judgment, she never expected that the predicament would come so quickly.

The scene of the black prison took a week to finish filming. This week was very tormenting for the actors. They had to be immersed in the cruel punishment. Individuals are more or less affected.In Bigelow's words, the actor's state is closer to the real situation.

But this is just the beginning, and the suffering is yet to come.

At the end of the scene, the New York suburban studio that took a lot of effort to build was useless, and all crew members moved to other filming locations.Jennifer always followed the main director, and their group moved to Pakistan.The filming progress in the next few days was very smooth-at least in terms of actors, it was the scenes that really made the director team have a big head.

Some filming locations, such as Jordan and India, do not have the support of local technicians, nor do they have dedicated studios; some filming locations, such as Afghanistan, have to face the torment of the weather. Rolling up yellow sand and dust blowing people's heads and faces; some filming locations are too far away from the printing factory, and it is extremely time-consuming to go back and forth.

These harsh conditions are not conducive to the shooting and preservation of materials, and tortured the crew terribly.

The creative team is under tremendous pressure.

Jennifer felt like she ate a pile of sand every time she finished shooting exterior scenes.The car that the little assistant rented and ran around to deliver things was originally white, but now it has been covered with a thick layer of dust. If you wipe it with your fingers, it will leave a long mark, as if the car has not been washed for half a year.

The male actors in the same company also have their own assistants and bodyguards to accompany them. Some actors who are strict with their body also have a nutritionist. It's getting rougher, and the eye sockets are getting deeper and deeper.

Master photographer Greg Fraser keeps his feet on the ground, sifting through countless hours of footage each day, picking out what works and what doesn't.At the same time, he has to find a way to command the team to stabilize the camera slightly during the guerrilla-like running, and then use the ingenious sense of breathing and obstacle techniques to dynamically create news images from multiple angles.

Under this multifaceted weight, Bigelow is like a simmering cluster of firecrackers.Everyone knows that the director has a fire in his heart, but no one knows when it will explode.

A few little-known young actors were trembling on the set all day long, and taking a few more shots was like mourning for a concubine, but I didn't expect that it was not them, but the most famous actor of the crew, who finally pulled their beards.

They were filming a night scene that day.

The stage of this scene is very simple, there are only two actors in the opposite scene, and there are only four lines of lines.

The heroine Maya just learned that her close colleague and friend, the mother of three children, and the director of the CIA sub-base, Jessica, were killed in a suicide attack.A total of six employees were killed and seven seriously injured in the blast, which the Taliban claimed responsibility for.

At the same time, the clue that Maya has been following up is the only clue in everyone's hands. Bin Laden's messenger "Abu Ahmed" was confessed by the prisoner to have died in 2001. The tracking these years is false.

The double blow caused Maya to suffer unspeakably, hatred abounded, and anger infected her mind like venom.She sits quietly in the office all night, and finally confides in Jack, a visiting technician, and decides to hunt down terrorists at all costs.

This scene is the most important emotional turning point in the whole movie. From here, Maya really becomes the strong woman who is ruthless, unscrupulous, and dares to fight against the top.

Bigelow almost warned the actors not to lose the chain, but the first few shots were not ideal.

As the cards were called again and again, "NG" was written down one by one, and each one was retaken, Bigelow's face became darker and uglier. She wrote and drew in her notebook from time to time, with great force. As if to puncture the paper.

When Jennifer No.20 yelled "I will kill bin Laden" three times tearfully, Bigelow finally left the plane unbearably, and threw his notebook heavily on the table next to him, knocking on the corner of the table , fell to the ground with a clatter.She spun around like a beast, raising her hands like a basketball coach who missed a goal, clutching the offer irritably.

The atmosphere on the set froze instantly.

Jennifer jumped down from the windowsill and stretched her legs without making a sound, waiting for the next storm.

"It's not right," Bigelow exclaimed, "no, no, no!"

Everyone looked at each other.

The assistant director Jonas boldly picked up the notebook and handed it over with both hands: "Actually, the last one is barely usable—"

These members of the director team really couldn't see any change in the level of the actors from the past. The atmosphere of the whole scene was just right, and Maya's painful roar pierced their chests straight like an awl.

Isn't that right?What's wrong?

But Bigelow was still angry.

"It's not about the acting," she stated bluntly. "It's good enough as a scene, but it's not impressive enough, it's not strong enough as a turning point. Jenny, your performance strikes me as engaging, but only It's just getting into the show, without the goosebumps I want, you understand?"

Jennifer frowned slightly puzzled.

Bigelow's patience finally ran out: "Your anger is too businesslike!"

She dropped this accusation, and immediately looked around with a straight face, deciding to stop this endless torture.

The entire crew has been delayed for half an hour because of this scene, and now all the staff members finally have time to rush out to find their own dinner, some actors stay in the studio to whisper, usually after the scene, they have already gathered around to listen to the director's lecture , but at this moment no one has the guts to get up and be scolded.

Bigelow and the assistant director stood in the corner, and she gestured with both hands, looking excited.

Jennifer vaguely heard a few words of accusation, and knew in her heart that the assistant director should not speak out casually, but she didn't know what went wrong, like a knife hanging above her head.

Business?

What is official business?

Jennifer walked to the car with a bad face and sat down. The little assistant left with a wink, leaving her alone.

She fished out a can of diet juice and some whole-wheat toast from under the passenger seat and ate them slowly.Dinner is prepared in advance, and the environment inside the car is also very comfortable. Although it is not comparable to domestic RVs, let alone those giants who can use RVs to build villages, it is still a complete small world.

Thinking about what Bigelow said about "doing business", she took out her mobile phone and flipped to Maha's address book, paused, then flipped up again somehow, and dialed the number.

The bell in the receiver rang for about five seconds.

Jennifer jumped when the phone was picked up, and her ears were filled with the sound of a hardware store, as if two lumberjacks were fighting with chainsaws on the other end.The echo made the echo, and she had to cover her right ear, fearing that she would be deafened by the terrifying noise, and shouted with all her might, "What is this doing?!"

Following this yell, the other end of the phone fell silent.

Bruce seemed to have walked outside the room, he pretended to say hello in French, and then replied casually: "Lucius is fixing his treasure. Wayne Group Development Department has built a new car, and I lend it to you at my discretion." Batman used it for a few days, and the car was almost useless. You should have seen the look on Lucius' face, I doubt he ever wants to sponsor Batman again in his life, and as it happens, so do I."

Jennifer tapped her fingertips on the car door, listening to this wonderful accusation, her face was expressionless.

Bruce finally changed the subject condescendingly: "Well, I can't expect you to understand the romance of middle-aged men. Then tell me, you should still be on the set at this point, why did you suddenly call me?"

why?

This reason is hidden in the bottom of Jennifer's heart, making her still undecided. Every time she thinks about it, she feels that she is just a mortal, and she never takes a shortcut when she can. She would rather hear the answer than look for it.

She spread her fingers and looked at the texture of her palm, and said, "Bruce, you mentioned 'him' directly, so I assumed our conversation was safe. Haven't you been working with Batman? I want to ask you, You—how did he feel when he was chasing the villains."

Bruce on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment: "I remember you just met Tony." He paused for a few more seconds. "Did Tony tell you what it's like to hunt down super criminals? He's always been able to explain the little things in the most humorous terms."

"I did meet Iron Man, but when I met him, I realized I was looking for the wrong person." Jennifer replied, "The meeting with Tony Stark is everything, music, flowers, high-end western restaurants , humorous words, fascinating little stories, there is only one thing, I can't get what I want-Iron Man will not break the prisoner's bones and will."

For a while, only the breathing of the two people remained on the phone.

Jennifer asked bluntly, "What, did I offend you?"

"You are very aggressive today." Bruce said calmly, "But it's okay, I think it's because you finally realized the true face of Batman, he was not a superhero, but a dark vigilante known for advocating violence , a criminal. Gotham needs him between the worst and the normal, like a manhole cover in a sewer.”

With complicated emotions about shooting images of prisoners in these days, with disgust when reading CIA interrogation materials, and with depression that the shooting is not going well, Jennifer didn't realize that she was too straightforward when speaking.At this moment, she was choked for a moment, and her tone suddenly softened.

"I read the materials of 9, listened to the last recordings of those victims, and witnessed the torture and the death of friends. In today's scene, I want to show my determination to take the lives of terrorists, and I think I am angry enough But she—Bigelow—she didn't think my reaction was... intense? She wanted me to be a little bit more angry, so that everyone in the audience felt the killing intent."

The sound on Bruce's side stopped completely.

He seemed to cover the receiver and whispered a few words to someone, then he moved his hand and answered calmly: "So what do you want to know, Jenny, how can I help you? What do you want to know about tracking down the prisoner?" feelings, how to hurt someone, how to express anger, or how to scare people."

That's almost four questions.

But somehow she felt that there was an answer to these questions in the end.

"Batman doesn't kill." Jennifer chooses her words carefully. "Batman doesn't kill, but the criminals in Gotham fear him. I threaten to kill everyone involved in the attack, but they don't think I'm scary enough. I don't understand, Maya is not a character who hasn't killed anyone, and I have suppressed my tone and tone enough."

"That's why your acting wasn't convincing enough," Bruce said.

"My performance?" Jennifer raised her eyebrows even though she knew the other party couldn't see her. "Mr. Wayne, I'm only one Oscar away from the Grand Slam."

Bruce said lazily, "Why don't you think that's why you didn't get an Oscar earlier?"

Jennifer was almost stunned by this statement.

She was stuck for half a minute, not knowing where to put her hands, and finally asked dumbfounded: "Are you—are you—are you laughing at me? Is this revenge or something? Are you still looking for me?" Have some reporters prepare to give me a black press release?"

"I was just joking." Bruce chuckled, "Okay, I swear I won't sell this review to a reporter. Go back to what you asked. What is death, Jenny, there are so many things in this world that are more disturbing than death." Something to be afraid of. Batman doesn't kill, but he will do anything other than kill, and enhanced interrogation is commonplace for him. Your character Maya must have killed as a CIA agent, but for one thing she is on the front line in Pakistan Second, as her actor, how about you, have you ever killed anyone?"

"Of course I—" I have killed people.Jennifer swallowed this sentence, "Of course I didn't. I also know her specialness. This character is no different from the CIA agents around her in the early stage. They are all angry about the 9 incident, and they are only angry. These agents are a group of In the name of maintaining peace, someone who obeys orders from her superiors and only wants to complete her work, Maya's killing intent in the early stage can be righteous, but her killing intent in the later stage must be accompanied by personal emotions."

After going around and around, she still returned to the original point. Bigelow disliked this performance as being too "businesslike", but she didn't know why it was "businesslike". What's worse, she thought she could get the answer from Batman. But if you think about it carefully, the Dark Knight is also doing business, so how could he have his own personal grievances?

Jennifer was a little downcast.

"Then getting personal is the point," Bruce mumbled. "Why don't you call your agent? But with all due respect, have you ever shown anyone your personal anger? Even in real life I've never seen one either."

"I can play that look," Jennifer said, holding the phone on her shoulder, noncommittal, "I can play those emotions, and the assistant directors don't think there is anything wrong with it, but Bigelow obviously wants something deeper. Stuff. Thanks for listening to all this bullshit, Bruce, I shouldn't be bothering you."

She sighed sadly and was about to hang up the phone.

At this moment, a strange laughter came from the other end of the phone.The laughter was so cruel that Jennifer frowned.

"Jenny, you stand too high." Bruce said calmly, "Listen to your own words, 'This is the law of nature', 'One person's death can feed five animals', 'Humans can feed It's just a part of nature'. You're almost standing outside the world looking down on it, bringing everything up to the level of order."

Jennifer began to doubt her ears.

Is the other party... scolding her?

"There is a thick barrier between you and the world. I don't know why, but I know one thing - when one looks at the whole of nature, how can she sacrifice one or two individuals, even hundreds Thousands of individual sacrifices, but genuine pain and resentment? Someone was killed by robbers in a robbery, and someone was innocently affected in a terrorist attack. What harm does this do to nature?"

Bruce's words tore through the cloak of reality like a steel knife.

Jennifer couldn't help but clenched her phone while being shocked, her voice was tense: "Bruce, you scared me."

"It's you who scares me," Bruce said calmly. "Superman stands high, but he has a weird human-like emotion out of nowhere, an empathy, and it's obvious that he Trying to put yourself in the crowd. You are the opposite of him, you stand in the crowd with sympathy only for something bigger and less visible, with a heart that hangs aloft .”

Jennifer's hand hangs over the red button.

"Have you ever felt offended?" Bruce continued, "You've been really outraged by the way the newspapers have written about you in such nonsense, the players who have challenged you so blatantly in competitions, and my 'cheating' incidents one after another. ever?"

Jennifer couldn't help retorting: "Of course I—"

Bruce: "Are you happy?"

Jennifer: "What?"

"Are you happy now that you've found someone who can read you?" Bruce said quietly. "But what's the use of it? Maya has personal anger, but you never have. Revenge , ha, no kidding, you said you loved me, and if something happened to me tomorrow, would you avenge me? Would you avenge your 'friends'? Maha? Brian? Or, given You formed a new friendship in the last round, will you avenge Jacob."

Jennifer was dizzy from this set of punches, she couldn't help gritting her teeth and growled: "Shut up!"

"You don't care about these people." Bruce's voice was still as calm as it was at the beginning, as if he was telling an obvious fact, "Including those team members, you stayed away from them at the beginning of the last round; including Me, what you are looking for in me is just a shadow, and this shadow does not exist in me, nor in Superman. As for us individuals, do you care?"

"Of course I care!—" Jennifer retorted.

"Then get back on the ground," Bruce said steadily, "look at the people around you and stop pretending."

"I'm not pretending!" she snapped.

"You can fool yourself, Jennifer," Bruce said, "but you can't fool me."

At this second, Jennifer realized that Bruce-Batman had completely gained the upper hand in this conversation.

His tone was still so calm, as if he had never been irritated, but was just stating an obvious fact; those sentences even seemed gentle and easy, pulling her tightly to this string from beginning to end, winding and stretching tight.

But under this tranquility, he has insight into everything. If the rebirth is not too illusory, at this moment he may have discovered the biggest secret in the world-a beast born from the primordial recovery, following the way of nature, Enclosing himself within the framework of human society, dissociated from society, standing on a high ground overlooking the world, looking for the same reflection as himself in a lonely way.

Jennifer's chest heaved violently.

She slammed the phone against the wall viciously, watching the poor metalwork clatter violently as the screen shattered.

The message just sent by the director's team was displayed on the broken glass, urging the actors to enter.She got off the trailer with a blank expression and walked towards the studio, bringing a cool night breeze.

"Are you all right, Miss Davis?" a staff member asked.

Jennifer looks at him.The man was frightened by the cold eyes and took three steps back.

The camera was turned on again, the light panel was set up again, and the director team stood behind the camera. Harold Perino entered the night, and with a proper expression of silence, he read the eulogy to his friends and boss: "Sorry, I Just arrived here. What are you going to do next?"

Jennifer sat on the window sill, still unable to restrain the tightness of her throat and the heaving of her chest, she turned her head towards the source of the voice.

This time, she didn't growl or howl.

Those disheveled hair scattered around her cheeks, and there was a sense of loss in those eyes, which was pierced by reality and falsehood, like the emperor whose secrets of new clothes were revealed; there was the sadness of a friend's death; but more of a steel needle Like a hidden anger, like a provocative lioness, lurking in the grass, no matter what is in front of him, this fighting spirit can't be stopped.

She said slowly, slowly: "I will burn everyone involved in this matter to ashes."

Everyone raised their hearts and stared at her lips, as if waiting for a trial.

For a moment, Jennifer lowered her head and looked at her fingers, tears flickering in her eyes.She opened her lips again, but her tone was calmer than before, as calm as the sky before the storm, as calm as the silent scabbard before drawing a knife to slaughter.

The sound was extremely soft, as light as a feather, and like a snake crawling across the ground, making everyone's hair stand on end.

This is the killing intent hidden under the calmness, like pieces of clear snowflakes falling from the sky, condensing on the eaves, turning into icicles, piercing into people's heads soundlessly and colorlessly.The softest thing becomes the sharpest blade.

"—and then I'll kill bin Laden."

Bigelow shivered.