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Hollywood What If Chapter 20
The shooti smoothly. There were nh spots. The actors were good in dition... they might need ag lessons after this movie. But hey, Napoleon Dynamite didn't need great ag anyway. It was a edy.
'My first impression of Napoleon was sleepy. He always looks sleepy. Also, the way he acts is kind of weird.'
The actors were good, Pedro Pascal and Ed Helms just got into the right mood and got into their roles. The other actors were also good.
Because of this, Kazir's already fast shooting became even faster.
However, there was no such thing as perfect. There were still rough edges that needed polishing.
"Cut! Let's shoot this se again. Ten-minute break!"
Calix stated after fs (not good). He looked at the certain actress who could not keep her ag.
The dance hall lit up and the music stopped. They were shooting the prom se, the se where Deb and Napoleon were dang to be exabsp;
Reese was sweating and her plexion ale. She knew she was the reason they had to reshoot.
She approached Kazir with a guilty look on her fabsp;
"I'm sorry director, I actally looked at the camera."
"Reese. In the first take, you made a mistake by fetting your lihe sed, you stepped on Ed's foot. The third, you made a mistake and said the wrong line."
"I'm sorry."
She bowed her head. Her eyes became teary.
Kazir chuckled, f her instead.
"You don't have to apologize. Everyone makes mistakes. Eve actors like Nichos Cage and Tom Hanks are not perfect. You don't have to beat yourself up."
He said, tapping her shoulder.
"Okay, follow me. Inhale... Exhale. Again, inhale... Exhale."
Reese took a deep breath and calmed her mind. She thought the director would be angry because she had already made four mistakes. She smiled when she realized that Kazir was not angry.
"It's good to see you smiling. Now go retouakeup and rex. Remember, you don't have to burden yourself. No one is perfect."
"Thank you, director!"
She happily left Kazir with her prom gown.
'... The cost of a 35mm Kodak film is about 80. A 35mm Kodak film record up to 4 minutes and 30 seds. So far, we have wasted three rolls of film with Reese's mistakes. To be ho, I'm angry. But I know the sequences of getting angry. Reese will lose fiden herself and the shoot will be affected. As much as I , I want to stay calm. '
Reese was still a young actress. She didn't have the mentality to handle criticism. If Kazir showed his true feelings, the woman might break down and cry, which would be unfortable for the crew.
'Sod's sake, Reese Witherspoo your ag right! Don't fuck it up!'
Kazir kept his sanity by gritting his teeth.
The ten-minute break ended and the shooting began again.
Fortunately, Reese Witherspoon's ag was better this time. At least she didn't make any mistakes.
"Cut! Reese, you did a good job. But I want to see more. Let's take it again."
The cpperboard made another sound and the shooting started again.
The background music was faint, enough for them to hear Napoleon and Deb's versation.
Kazir watched the se unfold on the monitors. He nodded after getting a nice se.
"Cut! This is good. Let's move on to the se!"
For three minutes of worth of ses, Kazir and his crew decorated the hall like a real prom. After shooting all the ses, they ed the pce. They wasted almost 5 thousand on the prom se alone.
Making movies has never been cheap. Even if the total budget of Napoleon Dynamite was only 500,000 and they wao make it cheap, they couldn't cut costs.
They would immediately move on to the location ohe preparation was done.
"Tomorrow, if we're lucky, we might finish the whole shooting."
Reood o Kazir, talking as he checked the camera.
"That's right. We've been here almost a month."
"Yeah, I miss Los Angeles."
"We both miss Los Angeles."
The two ughed.
Their se was in the hallway, the se where Napoleon would meet Pedro for the first time.
'Pedro Pascal acts well. To make sure that this movie will have a better audience, I made sure that the way they deliver the lines is perfect. Especially the jokes.'
"Okay, adjust the camera. Reurn up the lighting. Yeah, that's right."
Kazir motioo the man holding the cpperboard. The man blocked the camera with the cpperboard. Then he said, "Lights, camera, a," and clicked the cpperboard.
Everythi well. The crew sensed how much Kazir had evolved his shooting. In just one year, during which they missed each other, Kazir matured a lot. His mentality was great.
"Today is the day! Finally!"
The st day arrived. The crew had only one se left to shoot. They po shoot this se st because it was more plicated to prepare.
First, the crew hired extras and sighem up for the shooting. They didn't have any important roles. They would be the audieg Napoleon danbsp;
"Okay, everything is ready!"
Kazir started shooting.
The music started and Ed Helms, who had practiced the daeps, went to work.
He started to dance, his curly bob hair shaking around, his hips moving to the beat.
'Looks like he's taking it seriously.'
Kazir could see that Ed Helms was dang better than he expected.
After the first dance...
"Cut! Ten-minute break."
Kazir Grey approached Ed Helms, who was sweating.
"Ed, I want you to dance again. I will save all the best parts of your dand bihem."
"No problem, director."
Ed Helms smiled. At least Kazir appreciated his hard work.
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