"Anger! I want you to show anger! Not baring your teeth and staring with your eyes wide and round! Expressions! Can't you put some expression on your face?"
The first shoot after lunch, and Director Jia, the one with the slightly crooked mouth, started roaring.
For a moment, the entire set fell silent, and everyone working there began to tread very carefully.
Du Heng kept his distance, finding a shady spot under a tree to cool off.
By now, he had completely lost interest in all this filming business.
In his understanding, it was just a group of people with neurological disorders, directed by someone with an even more severe neurological disorder, doing things that not even other people with neurological disorders would do.
It was dull and boring; scenes were shot over and over, flipped and reversed.
