Rebirth In Hollywood

"Cut! This one is over..."

Natalie's voice came from behind the monitor. Ryan stopped his movements and threw the power of Menethil in his hand to the prop master who came over. He was wearing armor full of metal texture and a golden wig hanging around. Passed the huge imax3d camera and walked to Natalie's side.

Looking at the replayed footage, Ryan held up his chin, "My fighting moves are still very standard, and the special training in the past few months is still effective."

The pair of brown eyes turned this way, and then returned to the monitor. Natalie, who had entered the director's state, didn't bother to pay attention to Ryan at all, but carefully watched the clip just shot.

This is a big battle between Prince Alsace and the orc sword master in order to rescue his people. The green-skinned orc was shot entirely using motion capture. Under the pre-built model, that Ryan didn't remember his name at all. Even if it cannot be compared with Andy Serkis, an expert in this area, it is still enough to deal with such a scene.

Due to the lack of editing and other post-processing, this fight seemed very fake, but Natalie finally nodded in satisfaction after watching it patiently for a few times.

"well done……"

After she entered the working state, she acted like an Oscar-winning director, "Keep in the current state."

"no problem."

No matter what, Ryan will maintain the authority of the director on the set, "My lady director."

Natalie nodded to this side, and then called an assistant, "Notify the crew, change the scene."

Wearing the awkward latex armor, Ryan walked out of the studio, reapplied his makeup, and turned into a smaller studio next to it. The crew was under the command of Natalie. In front of the arranged blue screen, lighting, cameras and other equipment are arranged in an orderly manner.

Like other magical epic masterpieces, this film will use a large number of composite shots, and shooting in front of the blue screen is also the norm.

"Ryan!"

After the crew stopped working for a while, Ryan heard Natalie's shout. He shrugged to Gal Gadot who came in later, and walked over.

"It's a very critical play."

Sitting behind the monitor, Natalie held a coffee cup and said, "As the heir of the entire kingdom and the hope of all the people,

Alsace has always wanted to have the power to protect the kingdom and the people. He himself longed for this kind of power. When he found that the power he possessed, his power of holy light, could not completely protect his people and the country, his psychology naturally changed. This is also because of the righteous prince's thirst for power. , gradually towards the beginning of the abyss..."

After finishing speaking, Natalie stood up again, dragged Ryan to the blue screen in front of the camera, and instructed them one by one to pay attention to where to go.

Even though I wrote the script by myself. Ryan didn't care about anything. A script is not the same as a movie. Shooting is a director-led process. It has been a few weeks since I came to Australia. He also gets a lot of Natalie's ideas, which are good for the movie.

"Scene forty-seventh, act twenty-first..."

When everything was ready, the assistant director's voice sounded. "Start now!"

This is the beginning of Arthas Menethil's psychological transformation!

After paying a heavy price of casualties, the army led by Alsace finally defeated the violent green-skinned orcs, and he himself beheaded the orc sword master himself. But it was too late in this issue. When he found the people of the kingdom kidnapped by orcs, they were already dying.

These people who loved him, supported him, and swore to protect them were obviously cursed by some kind of evil. They lay flat on the dirty land polluted by orcs, their faces twisted in pain, and black blood clots flowed from their mouths and noses ...

Arthas, played by Ryan, threw away the war hammer in his hand, strode over, knelt down on one knee in front of a person, and gently covered his gray-black face with his palm.

"May the Holy Light be with you..."

He murmured, as if he was mobilizing some kind of mysterious power, "Endless Holy Light, please give me strength to dispel the darkness and evil stained on the earth!"

However, the omnipotent power of the Holy Light did not play any role. Under Alsace's gaze, the person he swore to protect took his last breath.

Amidst the loud bang, Alsace's fist hit the ground heavily. The young prince's face was full of anxiety, and he didn't give up. He stood up quickly and walked back and forth among the cursed crowd, almost After exhausting the power of his holy light, he couldn't save the lives of any of them, even a few young children among them.

One person after another died in front of him. Although they were speechless before they died, they all looked at Alsace with hopeful eyes, as if they hoped that their beloved prince, His Royal Highness, could save their lives.

This kind of vision stabbed Alsace's heart like a knife. This young and upright prince has been smooth sailing since he was born. The people he swore to protect were dying in extremely painful ways before his eyes, like a big hand holding Alsace's fragile and sensitive heart.

His body was trembling slightly, and his young and handsome face was full of remorse, pain and anger like a young lion who had been provoked but was powerless to fight back!

None of this might have happened had he pursued faster!

None of this might have happened if he could have easily taken out the enemies sniping on the road!

None of this might have happened if his battle with the Orc Juggernaut hadn't dragged on for so long!

If his power of the Holy Light could be as omnipotent as Uther said, all this might not have happened!

If he had more power than Lightbringer and King of the Hill, none of this might have happened!

"No!"

Remorse, pain and anger filled Alsace's heart, he knelt down on his knees and roared loudly, "No..."

At this moment, the young prince finally felt his responsibility. It was a heavy responsibility that he had never felt before. It was like a black stone mountain, weighing heavily on his shoulders.

The prince, who is like a flower in a greenhouse, has a deep sense of frustration. He never thought that there are things in this world that he cannot do, and there are threats that the power of the Holy Light cannot solve. The Holy Light has been shaken.

Thinking of what the orc sword master said before he died, Alsace understood that this matter was not so simple, and there was still a murderer behind him who hadn't shown up.

"I don't care who you are, how powerful and evil you are!"

Grabbing a handful of blood-soaked soil, the young prince's upright eyes shone with sternness that had never been seen before, "I will find you out and kill you, I swear! I am Alsace Minet Hill's honor swears!"

Slowly walking past the dead subjects, Arthas closed his eyelids for them one by one, the prince's heart was filled with anger and revenge, and on the sunny and handsome face in the past, there was a trace of imperceptible viciousness!

Also, maybe he didn't even realize that the heart that yearned for power since he was a child now has the pursuit of more powerful power.

These are just seeds. If there is no suitable soil, Arthas will still be the prince who is deeply loved by the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

"cut!"

Natalie's voice suddenly sounded, she left the director's chair, walked directly to Ryan, walked among the humanoid props wrapped in blue screens and used as corpse material, and stomped a few steps back and forth, then said, "Ryan, you should be more angry now. Your performance just now was too harsh. Pay attention! Pay attention to the critical line of controlling anger."

The makeup artist next to him was touching up Ryan's makeup, and Ryan took the time to say, "I understand."

"That's good." Natalie nodded, and walked in the direction she came from, "Let's do it again."

Although it is more difficult than Captain America, a character like Arthas Menethil can't help Ryan at all. What he needs to balance most is the mental journey of Arthas constantly slipping into the abyss. This is a constantly changing As well as the process that requires time and external factors to stimulate, if it is too hasty, it will only become a turning point.

That was not the result he wanted.

Again, this is not what Natalie wants.

This is the first time that Natalie has directed a mega-production with an investment of hundreds of millions of dollars. It is impossible without pressure. The crew was asked to take several more shots in order to collect more material for post-production editing.

At the end of a day of filming, Ryan was finally able to change out of his awkward armor.

"are you tired?"

He had just finished taking off his makeup when Natalie knocked on the door and walked into the dressing room. She put a cup of coffee in her hand on the table in front of him, "You've had a lot of shots these days, and you'll be fine in a few days."

"Who made me the latest to join the crew." Ryan laughed at himself, picked up his coffee cup, and took a sip, "Nate, are you sure you didn't intend to take revenge on me?"

"I'm not as boring as you."

Natalie crossed her arms and sat on the chair next to her, "In order to save the budget, I can only arrange the scenes you left behind more compactly."

"Okay, honey."

Ryan stood up first, then pulled Natalie out of the chair, and led her out, "We've been tired all day, we should go back and rest."

The studio rented by the crew is located in the Warner Movie World on the Gold Coast of Australia. The residences of Ryan and others were not arranged in Brisbane this time, but rented an entire tourist hotel nearby.

First, they arrived at the parking area of ​​the studio by a battery car, and after changing to an RV, the two ignored the reporters blocking the entrance of the studio and returned directly to the hotel.

The crew was the only guest in the hotel. After entering the hotel, they could no longer feel the hustle and bustle outside. Just as Ryan was about to drag Natalie to the elevator, from the resting place on the other side, suddenly came the familiar crisp childlike voice. sound.

"Dad..." (to be continued...)

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