boyutpedia Chapter 27 The Tyrant's Film Set
Chapter 27 The Tyrant's Film Set
Kawasaki City, an abandoned chemical plant.
This is the main filming location for Kinji Fukasaku's new film, "Yakuza Blood".
To create that suffocating sense of apocalypse, the production team used three fire trucks to create artificial rain.
The cold rain, mixed with the distinctive smell of rust and machine oil from the factory, formed streaks of gray rain under the stark white beams of the searchlights.
"Cut! Cut! Cut!"
Kinji Fukasaku's furious roar pierced through the rain, lashing at everyone like a whip.
"No way! This is too fake! Are you playing house? Where's the blood? Pour it on me like crazy! I want the pain! The pain of breaking bones!"
The staff on site were all terrified and dared not even breathe.
Behind the monitor, under the awning, sat several men wearing floral shirts with burly faces.
They weren't actors, but rather "consultants" hired by Toei from local gangs in an effort to achieve realism.
"Hey, is this scene for that pretty boy?"
A scarred consultant exhaled a smoke ring, looking contemptuously at Kitahara Shin, who was preparing in the rain. "What's your name, Sawada Wakatoshi? Can you really cast this kid who only acts in historical dramas? Don't let him be unable to even lift a hammer."
"I heard that Director Fukasaku values him highly." Another consultant scoffed, "But I doubt it. The murderous aura in our line of work can't be created with makeup."
In the rain.
Kitahara Shin was wearing that expensive black suit, and he was soaked through.
His hair was wet from the rain and lay messily on his forehead.
This scene is one of the highlights of the entire film: Wakagashira Sawada executes a traitor who has been bribed by the police on a rainy night.
"Kitahara! Are you ready?!" Kinji Fukasaku roared through a megaphone. "Remember! I want a mad dog! An elegant mad dog!"
Kitahara Shin didn't say anything, but with his back to the camera, he raised his right hand and made an "OK" gesture.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands.
The black leather gloves, soaked by the rain, gleamed with a cold, snake-scale-like sheen.
[Equipment: Black leather gloves worn by a debt collector]
[Equipment: The Silver Zippo Discarded by the Songstress (Idle)]
[Status: In character (95% synchronization)]
The breathing rhythm changed.
He lowered his eyes, and when he raised them again, his once clear pupils were now filled with a murky killing intent.
The "Sawada" who treated human life like dirt came back to life through his body.
"Action!"
The clapperboard fell.
In the muddy puddles, the actor playing the traitor, bound hand and foot, was desperately begging for mercy: "Brother Sawada! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please, please let me go..."
The camera slowly zooms in.
A pair of shiny leather shoes stepped into the mud.
He didn't yell "Go to hell" as originally planned in the script, nor did he make a ferocious face.
Kitahara Shin was dragging a heavy, long-handled iron hammer in his hand.
The hammer dragged across the concrete, making a sickening "sizzle-sizzle" sound that drowned out the sound of the rain.
What's even more chilling is that he was humming a song.
"Evening yaki is a small yaki and the sun is twilight..."
That is the famous nursery rhyme "Evening Burning and Little Burning".
The soft, innocent, and even slightly joyful humming created an extremely distorted contrast in this blood-soaked rainy night.
The faces of those underworld consultants who had been watching the spectacle with amusement instantly changed.
"This kid..." Scarface didn't even notice that the cigarette in his hand had fallen.
Kitahara Shin walked up to the traitor and stopped.
He continued humming a song, squatted down, and gently wiped the mud off the traitor's face with his black leather-gloved hand.
"Don't cry."
He said softly, his eyes showing no murderous intent, only the indifference of looking at some kind of garbage waiting to be processed, "It will be quick, and it won't hurt."
The actor playing the traitor was trembling violently.
At that moment, he forgot he was acting.
Looking into Kitahara Shin's lifeless eyes, he truly believed he would die in the next second.
"Help...help me..." he cried out in a real, broken wail.
Kitahara Shin stood up.
The singing stopped abruptly.
Without any warning, he raised the hammer high in his hand, and then—
"Bang!"
The hammer slammed heavily into the muddy water next to the traitor's head (figurative image).
Mud and prop blood splattered all over his face.
"Bang!" The second time.
"Bang!" The third time.
Each strike was delivered with full force, accompanied by a mechanical, emotionless rhythm.
His face was expressionless, showing neither enjoyment nor disgust, as if he were hammering a nail into a hole.
After three strikes.
The people on the ground stopped moving.
Kitahara Shin threw away the hammer, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully wiped the bloodstains splattered on his leather gloves.
After wiping it clean, he casually threw the handkerchief onto the "corpse's" face.
Then, I took out that silver Zippo.
"Click".
A crisp metallic sound pierced through the rain.
The flames flickered in the wind and rain, illuminating his blood-stained yet still cold and pale face.
He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then slowly exhaled smoke rings into the sky.
His eyes were vacant, as if he had just stepped on an ant.
"...Cut!!"
Kinji Fukasaku's voice rang out after several seconds, and it had a noticeable tremor.
The scene was deathly silent.
No one spoke, no one moved.
Only the sound of rain was still pouring down.
The actor playing the traitor was still lying in the mud, trembling all over, when a stagehand ran over to help him up. He then burst into tears, crying, "It was terrifying... He really wanted to kill me..."
Under the rain shelter.
The underworld consultants looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Hey, producer."
The scarred-faced consultant swallowed hard, pointed at Kitahara Shin in the rain in the distance, and said in a low voice, "This kid really has no experience before? That look in his eyes... that way of wiping his gloves... those are habits only someone who has really 'seen blood' would have."
"He... he really is from NHK..." The producer was also wiping away cold sweat.
"A genius... no, a monster."
Kinji Fukasaku suddenly rushed into the rain, completely disregarding getting soaked, and hugged Shin Kitahara tightly, his face flushed with excitement. "Perfect! Absolutely perfect! This is the violent aesthetics I wanted! Kitahara! This scene will definitely go down in film history!"
Kitahara Shin was a little dizzy from being shaken by the director.
He snapped his Zippo shut with a click, the gloom in his eyes quickly dissipating, revealing a gentle smile.
"Director, you flatter me."
He wiped the rain and blood off his face. "It's just... the props teacher's blood is a little too sweet."
Seeing Kitahara Shin instantly switch back to "good youth" mode, the surrounding staff invariably took a half step back.
This ability to switch seamlessly between "human" and "ghost" is more awe-inspiring than mere ferocity.
That night.
The name "Mad Dog Kitahara" began to circulate quietly on Toei's film sets and even in the real yakuza circles.