Chapter 103 Shooting Part 2

  Next, there were a few scattered shots of Ryan, but no lines, basically just being an active prop. After filming was finished, he rushed back to the trailer to change into his own clothes and put on thick winter clothing, only then did he feel the long-lost warmth.

  Perhaps the whiskey Ralph Fiennes drank took effect, his morning state was surprisingly good, and he perfectly brought out the evil characteristics of Nazi killer Amon Goeth, especially in several monologues, using expressions and actions to convey Amon's psychology almost vividly.

  "See, Nate, film and theater are different. Theater requires a steady state, but film needs explosive performances. It asks you to convey all the emotions inside the character through language and action in a short period of time."

  Ryan and Natalie have been learning from the sidelines all along. No matter what their talents are, hard work is an essential quality for a successful actor.

  "Alright, Ryan, spare me your pitiful knowledge, I understand no less than you do." Natalie's expression was disdainful.

  "Alright, dear Nate, I don't want to argue with you on set, it's time for lunch." Following the principle that a good man doesn't fight with a woman, Ryan pulled her up from the chair.

  As Ryan passed Ralph Fiennes, he gave him a nod, and the British actor nodded back.

  "Do you know, Ralph, your performance was fantastic today. I saw a sexy devil, especially just now, your acting was wonderful. I found mercy in the eyes of Armand Gauss, but it turned into coldness and cruelty in an instant!"

  "Oh, Ryan, this isn't exactly the kind of praise you can enjoy." Ralph Fiennes shook his head, a role that was indeed worth exploring, but would definitely be scolded by countless people after playing it.

  Ryan patted his arm and said nothing more, to know that when the crew first approached him, the casting director was very reckless, without explaining the role, he actually took out a Nazi uniform for him to try on, and was directly blown out of the house by Ralph Fiennes.

  Under limited conditions, lunch was very simple. Ryan, Kinsley and Natalie mother and daughter gathered together, eating and chatting about some situations during the shoot. To be precise, this was not a pleasant experience. Although the atmosphere in the crew was more peaceful than most crews, the dark clouds of history still hovered over the sky of the scene.

  Spielberg was the first to have problems, it wasn't long after he started, but the history of blood and family had already weighed him down with a heavy burden, and gradually showed signs of depression.

  Fortunately, an assistant who had been following him for many years passed on the situation back to Los Angeles. In about these few days, Spielberg's wife and children and a few old friends will come to visit him specially.

  A few people stopped talking about the topic, Jin Silie's satellite phone rang. She said a few words after connecting, and then looked at Rynn.

  "Nicole's phone." He said, handing over the satellite phone.

  Nico? Ryan found it strange as this wasn't their usual time for a call between him and Nico.

  "What's wrong, Nicole?" he asked.

  "Darling, some French people have come over."

  "French?" Ryan raised an eyebrow and looked at Natalie.

  "Yes, precisely speaking, an actor and a director, Jean Reno and... Luc Besson." Nicole's voice paused, "Did you send the script you wrote for Nata to France?"

  "Yes, I had it mailed to Jean Reno."

  "Okay, they want to talk to you about the script, they're in LA."

  "It's going to take some time, Natalie and I aren't done with our parts yet." Ryan made a gesture at Natalie, but got a pair of white eyes in return.

  "I told them you were filming in Poland, but that director is in a hurry and wants to go to Poland to find you."

  "Really..." Ryan thought for a moment, "Nico, it's been a long time since I've seen you. If you have the time, bring them to Poland too?"

  He hung up the phone, and Ryan shook his head. If it were a different subject matter, even if Luc Besson had taken a liking to it, he wouldn't be so anxious. But this kind of young girl and middle-aged uncle's abnormal love affair was too much to the French people's taste. With their personalities, they would definitely be like wolves seeing sheep.

  Ryan briefly explained things, Natalie and Kimberly were fine, after all they knew about the script he had written especially for them, but Mrs. Sherry was very surprised.

  "Ryan, you mean you wrote a script specifically for Nate?" she asked.

  "Yes." Ryan glared at Natalie, clearly she had never mentioned it to her mother.

  "Oh God."

  Mrs. Sherry gasped in surprise, looking at her daughter and then at Ryan, the two of whom were exchanging a look that neither of them understood, and furrowed her brow.

  Is their relationship too good to be true?

  After lunch, the crew moved outdoors and Ryan resumed his Jewish boy attire. If filming went smoothly, he would soon be dead on camera.

  This shot is equally important, as Amon Goeth appears to have made some humane changes after listening to Schindler's persuasion, only to revert back to being a ruthless killer, completely dashing Schindler's hopes.

  This was also a factor in Schindler's transformation from sympathizer to hero.

  "Ryan, you come down the stairs from the Bu Jing side, keep walking forward, with a yearning for life, when the gunshot sounds..."

  Steven Spielberg rarely personally directs the actors, and Ryan nodded continuously, remembering this fragment very clearly.

  The first time I saw this movie in my previous life, when Armon G?th let the Jewish boy go, he thought that this guy would have a good conscience and awaken a little humanity, but in the end it was even more crazy slaughter.

  “cut！”

  Ryan had just walked down the stairs when Spielberg yelled "cut". He looked at the camera and pointed to his own head, "Hat, don't wear it so neatly, a bit crooked."

  The stylist immediately came up to fix his hat, and after Spielberg nodded, Ryan returned to the stairs, with a huge backdrop of the villa behind him.

  It was Ammon's villa in Goths, and the crew naturally couldn't build a villa on the heights just for filming, it was just a set.

  The scenes about the stairs were all long shots, after solving the hat problem, Ryan easily completed this scene.

  After resting for five minutes, Ryan returned to the court.

  Standing on the empty gravel road, he glanced at the camera, nodded to Spielberg and turned around, exhaling softly.

  "Hmm"

  Before the referee's whistle had even started, a faint sound came from behind Ryan, and dust and smoke slowly drifted towards the sky.

  "Paul! What in the world is your prop department doing?" Spielberg's face turned red with rage, his team had made such an amateurish mistake.

  "Sorry, Steven, I'll take care of it right away."

  A group of over ten people came rushing in, surrounding Ryan. He turned his head to look and saw that these guys were reassembling the small pop-up devices that had been buried.

  About three minutes later, everything returned to normal. After the referee shouted "start", Ryan quickly entered a state.

  The Jewish boy walked quickly forward, the road to life was ahead, just then a gunshot sounded from behind, he was clearly startled and stumbled almost falling.

  In the faint gun smoke, he hesitated to look around, wanting to find the source of the gunshot, wanting to confirm his own safety. When he found nothing, he could only turn back and glance up at an angle, understanding his fate.

  He turned his head back, no longer shrinking, no longer afraid. Death was inevitable after all, so what's the use of being afraid?

  The gunfire sounded again, and the young man did not stop, taking big strides forward.

  "Cut! That's a wrap, next shot." Spielberg's voice came from behind the camera.

  The makeup artist and stylist had been waiting on the sidelines, and now rushed over to quickly style Ryan's hair and face, applying a generous amount of dark brown **to his forehead.

  "What is this? Ryan sniffed it and it didn't smell like the legendary special tomato sauce."

  After finishing her makeup, Ryan came to the gravel area with a messy hairdo and bent down to test the temperature of the ground, which was really cold!

  It's absolutely unbearable to pretend to be a dead person in this kind of weather.

  However, as a professional actor, this is just the most basic quality. If you can't even bear this chill, then go home and lie in Nicole's warm arms to wait for death.

  Creeping slowly on the ground, Ryan took a deep breath and before sticking his face to the stone, he turned back to Ben Kingsley and said, "Ben, we have to get it in one take, the ground is too cold."

  "Don't worry, Ryan, I won't be that cruel." The Jewish big nose gave him a thumbs up.

  Ryan lay steadily on the ground, acting as a human prop. He didn't know if it was psychological or physical, but he felt the cold air from the ground piercing into his body, and in just an instant, even his internal organs seemed to be turning into ice blocks.

  Luckily, the shot didn't have any difficult points and was easily passed in one take. After Spielberg yelled "cut", Ryan was about to get up from the ground when he suddenly felt a numbness in his limbs, as if even his blood had frozen.

  Less than ten minutes on the ground and he felt as if he had been on an iceberg for an hour, his limbs almost numb.

  My body has always been strong, now it's at most around minus ten degrees Celsius, is my other shortcoming that I'm afraid of the cold? Ryan suddenly thought of his outstanding advantages and equally outstanding shortcomings, and suddenly had an urge to raise his middle finger to the sky.

  "Ryen, why aren't you getting up yet? Is lying on the ground that enjoyable?" Natalie's voice echoed in his ear with a hint of mockery.

  Then a thin small hand grasped his hand, and the warmth in it dispelled quite a bit of coldness.

  "My god, Ryan, your hands are freezing cold, get up quickly or you'll catch a chill." Natalie didn't care if she was strong enough to lift him or not, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled upwards.

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