"Adjust the aircraft No. 4 to the airborne down shot!"

The set was busy but not chaotic, Duke held the loudspeaker and kept giving orders, "Cruz, there is a problem with your No. 2 aperture, readjust the white balance. No. 3, you just need to stare at the heroine!"

Throwing the loudspeaker to Sofia Coppola next to him, Duke walked into the built bus, nodded to the actors who greeted him, and walked directly to the driver's seat.

"Uma, you have problems when you were trying to shoot."

Sitting in the driver's seat is a blonde woman who is five feet and ten inches tall. Like most Hollywood actresses, she is very thin, perhaps a bit exaggerated to describe it as skinny, but she is almost thin to the limit of her body.

"You were too wild just now." Duke reminded her, "Restrain, and don't stare at the eyes. This is a very bad habit. Your facial lines are already tough, and your stare at the eyes are too fierce!"

Turning around, Duke looked at Keanu Reeves again. Perhaps he had been mingling with Johnny Depp and Revan Phoenix for many years, or perhaps he had not completely gotten rid of the previous role. He had a little bit of a prodigal aura.

"Keanu, put away all your cynicism! I don't have high requirements for you. Tighten your face and show the most serious expression!"

"I see."

Keanu Reeves waved his hand casually, not buying Duke's account too much.

After looking at him again, Duke turned around and walked into the back car. From entering the crew, Keanu Reeves looked like this. Maybe he would be glad that at least the other party did not take the drugs and then come to the crew to film again.

"And you guys!"

In the car were Asian, Russian, African, Latino and white actors including Naomi Watts. Duke's eyes swept through them one by one, "You are not a decoration, every expression of your expression will have an impact on the male and female protagonists. Don't let me see your tummy again! Otherwise I will replace you!"

After getting off the temporary bus, Duke returned to his position, arranged various departments, and called for a short time to clear the scene, and the shooting continued.

This kind of film does not require particularly strict requirements for actors, and Duke does not need long shots with difficulty. After more than ten days of running-in, the crew's efficiency has improved a little. Although he will adjust the camera position and re-set the scene in many scenes to make up for the mistakes caused by insufficient experience, in general, it is much smoother than the first week of the startup.

Careful research in previous lives still has some effect.

Especially in Duke's plan, the length of the last release version of the film is between 90 and 100 minutes, and he will not shoot many shots that are unnecessary and consume film and funds.

Although he has no say in financial issues, the film's production budget is only $15 million, and Duke must be careful when shooting.

However, when it's time to spend money, Duke will never shrink, just like a few explosion scenes to be filmed.

After the morning shooting, Duke didn't have lunch. He took several teams including photography, special effects, etc. to leave Universal Studios in several cars and rushed to a small town on the eastern edge of Los Angeles. A few days ago, the crew found a separate house that was about to be demolished and suitable for shooting.

I bought hamburgers and cokes on the way and served as lunch for the time being. This is also the norm for busy crews.

"Not to your liking?"

Sitting in the back of the pickup truck, Duke saw Sofia Coppola never touched her burger.

"This kind of thing is a natural enemy of women." She couldn't even look at the hamburger that exuded an attractive fragrance.

After hearing this, Duke remembered that Sophia was once an actor, and even now, she could be described as skinny.

Duke's appetite was not very good. He ate a quarter of the burger and threw it aside. He would not touch such a carbonated drink as Cola. He simply closed his eyes in his rare free time. He had too much work and mental pressure recently and fell asleep in the car. When he was awakened by Sofia Coppola, the car had already driven into the town.

"Thanks!"

Pulling off the blanket covered by his body, Duke said to the side, and Sophia shrugged, "You're welcome."

The crew's convoy passed through the town, arrived at the east end, turned into a fork in the road, drove for about five minutes, and finally stopped in front of a white wooden house.

The house is not big, which is only one hundred square feet. Because the crew just repaired a few days ago, the house is not dilapidated from the outside. The most important thing is that the house is quite far away from the surrounding neighbors. Even if the Tomahawk missile explosion occurs, it will not affect others.

All the procedures were completed long ago, and after Duke and others got off the bus, they immediately started to get busy.

The special effects team and the fireworks team were busy arranging explosives. The two producers were communicating with the owner of the house, while Duke directed the camera team to arrange the camera.

This is a field shooting, and there is no chance to come back after calling 'cut'. The only thing that is thankful is that he once took many explosive shots with his own independent camera.

"Cruz, arrange the No. 1 and No. 2 on the front."

Standing on the lawn in front of the house, Duke told photography director Cruz, "These two cameras are shot at wide angles. The No. 3 and No. 4 are respectively arranged at an angle of 45 degrees in a diagonal direction to capture the close-up scene of the explosion. Also, where is the wireless high-speed camera I want?"

"It's ready." Cruz asked Duke to look at the prepared camera.

"This is the No. 5." Duke looked at the dummy who was placed on the side in a police uniform, "put the camera on it."

Obviously, Duke is going to use it to capture the internal explosion.

Just as Cruz was about to leave, Duke grabbed his arm and reminded, "The camera should be arranged two hundred feet away!"

Although he attaches great importance to this shooting, Duke does not want a tragedy.

After explaining this, he entered the house again, turned the corridor, and walked into a bedroom, where the prop group was setting the scene, striving to restore the scene in the studio, which was also the first explosion point.

Seeing the fireworks group burying explosives at the support point of the house, Duke suddenly felt itchy. He was a good player in this industry in his previous life, but now he will not steal other people's jobs. For him, shooting explosions is more important than creating explosions.

After walking out of the house, the four cameras on the front and slopes had been set up. Duke walked through the lawn and walked behind several cameras to check the shooting angle one by one. After confirming that there was no problem, he returned to the vicinity of the No. 1.

“Why use line control?”

Looking at the person who was wiring in the distance, Sofia Coppola asked him curiously, "Isn't wireless remote control more convenient?"

"You don't know?" Duke saw her confused look and explained a few simple words.

Line-controlled explosions are the norms that crews must follow when shooting. Many people think that explosions are operated by fireworksmen with remote controls. In fact, it is not, because there are too many communication tools now, which can easily interfere with signals and cause false explosions. Line-controlled is safer.

This misunderstanding is also inseparable from Hollywood movies. The characters in the movie always press the buttons casually, blowing vehicles or buildings to pieces, but they never look back at the explosion of fire...

Generally speaking, the explosives used by the crew to shoot are completely different from those used in military or mining. The principle of the latter two is that solids instantly turn into gas, and the explosion is powerful; when filming, special soft explosives are often used, which is to produce pressure and explode, and the destructive power is much smaller.

In some bomb explosions, the power of soft explosives is obviously insufficient and the shooting effect is not good. In fact, it is easy to solve. The bomb made of plastic foam can be filled with some dust, and after the explosion, the effect of dust flying all over the sky will appear.

Of course, if you want to shoot a shot of a boat, a large car, and a house blowing it up, you must use military explosives.

What the fireworks group is deploying control is military explosives!

To meet Duke's requirements for the explosion scene in the building, the amount of explosives required was quite large. The fireworks group placed nearly thirty pounds of explosives in various key parts of the house. It was obvious that it was not only to blow up the house, but to allow it to completely enjoy the treatment of a dirt plane.

"You mean..."

After hearing Duke's words, Sophia slowly opened her mouth, "Do they use military explosives? There are still thirty pounds?"

"Because I want an earth-shaking explosion!"

With his hands crossed his chest, Duke looked calmly at the house ahead that was about to fly into the sky.

"You're crazy!" The words that Sophia squeezed out from her teeth were rare without a nasal sound.

"I want the best visual effect." Duke's face faintly felt a hint of fanaticism, "You have to have a crazy spirit!"

"Robin didn't stop you?"

"There are no stars in the film, and the director is also an unknown little character like me." Duke suppressed the fanaticism in his heart and returned to his calmness. "Only enough thrilling can it attract the audience."

Three hours later, the on-site arrangement was over, and all the cars drove to the distance. Duke stood behind the No. 1 and raised the loudspeaker.

"Clear the market?"

"The clearance is over!"

"photography?"

"Prepare is done!"

“…”

After the routine inquiry, Duke raised his fingers to the fireworks group, and the fireworks group immediately responded with an "OK" gesture, and another person shouted the countdown with his greatest voice.

“10,9,8,7…3,2,1!”

"Detonate!"

An invisible current activated the detonating ** along the line, and a deafening explosion suddenly sounded, and the orange-red flames rushed into the air about fifty feet. The white wooden houses instantly disintegrated, countless pieces splashed everywhere, and the scorching waves rushed in like a tide.

A large amount of debris fell less than fifty feet in front of him, and the manic air waves pushed their hair backwards, their ears with earplugs buzzed, and the ground under their feet seemed to be trembling constantly...

All of this could not distract Duke. He was concentrating on controlling the camera, just like the most fanatical religious figure, worshiping the explosion of fire with the camera!

"O God! O God!"

With trembling hands, Sofia Coppola slowly took off her earplugs, bent down to hold her thighs, staring at the guy who was still operating the camera. She has been together on the set for more than half a month, and she has become familiar with Duke. At this time, Duke did not look calm and indifferent, and he is simply a madman!

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