r18novel Chapter 65 The Female Demon Appears
Chapter 65 The Female Demon Appears
Stanley Tucci had changed into a perfectly pressed suit without a single wrinkle, and was wearing his signature black-rimmed glasses. He was sitting on a nearby lounge chair, unconsciously tapping a tape measure against his thigh.
Anne Hathaway also changed into the "disaster" blue sweater that everyone laughed at in the movie.
"Director, I think this outfit is actually quite warm." Annie walked over and gave Lin Ruiyang a helpless look.
"But the way Stanley looked at me just now was like he was looking at a pile of unrecyclable garbage."
"Haha, that's the effect I wanted." Stanley Tucci walked over with a smile.
"Believe me, Anne, walking into Runway wearing this sweater is a serious pollution to the air quality of our building."
"Attention all departments, prepare to switch to indoor Group A footage!" Mike raised the megaphone.
Lin Ruiyang sat back down on the monitor and put on his headphones.
Indoor scenes test the director's ability to fine-tune the rhythm of the actors' lines and their movements.
The humor of this scene lies in the clash between Nigel's sharp tongue, typical of a seasoned office worker, and Andrea's pride as a graduate of a prestigious university.
"Scene 12, Take 1! Action!"
In the shot, Stanley Tucci disgustedly pinches the corner of Anne's blue sweater with two fingers, his facial muscles twitching slightly from extreme aesthetic pain.
"Andrea, did you attend some kind of secret training on how to dress yourself up as a potato?"
Stanley's tone was low, carrying an elegant sarcasm, yet every word was piercing to the heart.
Anne Hathaway stood there, not displaying the dramatic, tearful grievances of a soap opera, but instead slightly raising her chin, attempting to refute with the rationality of a top university graduate:
"It's just a regular blue sweater. I think it's practical, and..."
"Card!"
Lin Ruiyang's sudden voice brought the two to an instant halt.
"Stanley, your lines flowed so smoothly." Lin Ruiyang walked up to the two of them and took the script.
"Nigel's character is not simply mean; he is the art director of this office."
His dislike for Andrea wasn't directed at her as a person, but rather at her ignorance and arrogance regarding fashion. "Your tone just now sounded like that of a naive, malicious colleague."
Stanley Tucci nodded thoughtfully, adjusting his glasses. "You mean I should act more like someone heartbroken over a poorly made work of art?"
"Yes, it's heartbreaking." Lin Ruiyang turned to look at Annie.
"Annie, when you argue back, you need to tone down the arrogance in your tone a bit more, and transform it into a kind of self-doubt that I'm clearly very smart, so why can't I even handle a piece of clothing here? This sense of frustration will naturally lead to the big makeover to come."
The two actors exchanged a glance and instantly understood each other.
"Second take, Action!"
Stanley looked at Anne's sweater, his eyes no longer filled with mere disgust, but with despair and pity.
Anne's eyes changed as well. Her well-prepared theories gradually became pale in the face of Stanley's series of fashion history stories, which were like a dimensional reduction attack.
"Cut! Perfect!"
Lin Ruiyang praised loudly.
The sound of clapperboards being banged in the studio never stopped all afternoon.
Lin Ruiyang's acting is never long-winded or vague; it's all about the most direct action lines and psychological motivations.
This highly efficient directing style made even the Hollywood union employees, who were used to dawdling on set, unconsciously speed up their work.
At 6 p.m., when Mike finally shouted, "Today's filming is over, everyone has worked hard," the entire floor erupted in enthusiastic applause.
On the first day of filming, three more shots were actually taken than originally planned, even though there was no time limit.
The crew began to wrap up in an orderly manner, with the lighting team dismantling the reflectors and the costume team taking inventory of every item in the sample room.
Stanley Tucci returned the measuring tape to the props team, and as he passed Anne, he disdainfully pinched the cuff of her blue sweater with two fingers:
"Well done, little potato."
Annie rolled her eyes, picked up a sample magazine from the table, and patted him on the shoulder.
Mike looked at today's shooting schedule and felt a little unreal.
The first day on the set of "The Devil Wears Prada" went incredibly smoothly.
Not only did they not exceed the time limit, but they even completed three backup shots ahead of schedule, which is almost a miracle for location shooting in New York.
"Looks like the production team finally doesn't have to write an apology email to the MTR Corporation today."
"Good heavens, I haven't seen a production crew that doesn't run late in almost six months."
Several union employees nearby also laughed.
Not far away, Lin Ruiyang was looking down and confirming the storyboard for the next day with the director of photography.
Half of the main lights in the studio had been turned off, leaving only scattered white overhead light in the sample garment area. Rows of luxury goods looked like a quiet and expensive exhibition under the light.
Kara Hack stood at a distance and watched him for a while.
She was initially prepared to send a "report on the new director going out of control" to Fox executives.
But now she finds herself unable to find any problems. The pace on set is stable, the emotions during filming are clear, and the actors are in top form.
On the other side, Anne Hathaway finally took off her blue sweater, and she let out a long sigh of relief as if she had just escaped from a disaster scene.
"Thank God, I will never wear this color again."
A burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the dressing room.
"No, you've just finally come to understand the struggles of fashion magazine editors."
"Your suffering is certainly expensive." Annie glanced at the Chanel suit on the rack next to her.
"I didn't even dare to get too close just now."
"Because you knocked off a button, the production team will have to skip dinner tonight," Stanley added seriously.
"Hey, that's at least a very expensive dinner."
The rest area erupted in laughter once again.
At this moment, Lin Ruiyang pushed open the door and walked in, and the dressing room, which had been somewhat relaxed, immediately fell silent.
It wasn't out of fear, but rather because everyone subconsciously felt that the director was there to discuss work.
Lin Ruiyang simply looked around and asked, "Anyone want to have dinner with me tonight?"
Everyone inside was taken aback: "The director is treating?"
"Fox will cover the expenses."
Lin Ruiyang answered very naturally.
Cheers erupted in the dressing room, and even Carla, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"I'm starting to understand why the crew liked you so much from day one," she said, leaning against the door.
"Because I know how to use the budget wisely."
"No." Kara shook her head.
"Because you're not like many directors who, after the first day of filming, act like you're preparing to go to court."
Lin Ruiyang smiled but didn't reply. In reality, he wasn't as relaxed as he appeared.
The smooth start of the first day of filming only meant that the most basic industrial coordination hadn't gone wrong. But the real challenges were yet to come.
For example, the genuine emotional clashes between Meryl and Anne, the long ensemble scenes with dialogue in Miranda's office, and the control of pacing in the later stages.
In a restaurant in Midtown Manhattan, the sizzling T-bone steaks and drinks quickly brought the creative team closer together.
Kara Hack watched Lin Ruiyang chatting and laughing with Stanley and other lead actors in the main seat, and silently raised her evaluation of him by one level.
This young Chinese man not only understands the camera, but also knows how to win people's hearts with minimal cost.
However, by the next morning, the warmth and relaxation in the studio had vanished instantly.
The fourteenth floor of McGraw-Hill Building has become a real battlefield today.
More than 200 extras dressed in haute couture were already in place, and the showroom was filled with unreleased new products sponsored by the PPR Group.
"Attention all departments, today's first scene is the group scene where Miranda enters the office!"
"Follow up on the extras' movements! The moment the elevator doors open, everyone get moving! I want that sense of panic before the apocalypse!"
Lin Ruiyang sat behind the monitor, his expression cold and stern.
This scene is central to the film's portrayal of the high-pressure environment of a fashion empire.
The coordination of more than two hundred extras and the movement of long shots are crucial; even a slight miscalculation for a second would ruin the rhythm of the entire shot.
"Director, Meryl's makeup is done." Mike jogged over, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.
"Let her go straight in." Lin Ruiyang put on his headphones.
"Camera crew, use a Steadicam handheld to follow the camera from the elevator entrance all the way to the desk, without any pauses in between."
The moment Meryl Streep, dressed in a dark suit and wearing sunglasses, stepped out of the elevator, the atmosphere on set instantly became tense.
"Action!"
The elevator doors opened with a ding.
Meryl stepped out.
She didn't need any exaggerated movements; she simply raised her chin slightly and walked forward without looking to the side, and an aura of a suffocating female demon would immediately overwhelm you.
In an instant, the entire office area descended into chaos.
The female editor at the front desk frantically kicked her flat shoes away and stuffed them under the table, then hurriedly slipped on her high heels;
The coffee vendor, his face pale, hid the cup behind the printer, and countless hands began frantically flipping through documents.
The long shot smoothly retreats along with Meryl's steps, accurately capturing the panic of everyone.
She walked up to Anne Hathaway's desk without even slowing down, and casually flicked her right hand.
The fur coat and Hermes bag, worth tens of thousands of dollars, came crashing down on Emily's desk with a gust of cold wind.
"I don't understand why they would hire a girl with absolutely no taste in fashion as my assistant."
Meryl's voice was extremely low, even slightly hoarse. Yet, it was this suppressed bass that made it clearly audible throughout the deathly silent office.
"Where's the sample magazine from French Fashion Week that I requested? And why is my coffee still lukewarm?"
Meryl took off her sunglasses and walked towards the inner office, giving instructions without turning her head.
"Cut! Perfect! This take is complete!"
The moment Lin Ruiyang's voice came through the walkie-talkie, the tension in the entire crew instantly eased.