No Revenge on Thursday

A 15-second absurd martial arts reversal short film, styled in the style of 1960s Shaw Brothers martial arts films, featuring obvious studio interiors and artificial sets of fake farmhouse courtyards, painted backdrops, artificial mountains, fake trees, fake wood, and a strong sense of stage. Special color schemes, high saturation, red and blue complementary theatrical lighting, unnatural lighting, classic Hong Kong martial arts film texture, film grain, slight flickering, vintage green, yellow, and red mixed tones, a serious absurd comedy performance.  A young farmer, with neatly shaved black hair and a back comb, tied up and wearing an old cloth scarf, with a simple and robust face, light wheat-colored skin, no beard, wearing a short cross-fronted jacket made of coarse yellow cloth, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms, a coarse cloth belt around his waist, and lace-tied cloth pants below. The fabric is aged and trimmed, making it realistic. The heroine is cold and fierce, dressed in ancient costume, wielding a long sword, exuding murderous intent.  0-5 seconds: The middle shot begins, with a farmer struggling to chop an absurdly huge fake log in the fake farmer's yard, with exaggerated and powerful movements. Suddenly, the courtyard gate was slammed open, the wooden door carrying a clear studio prop feel, with wood chips flying wildly everywhere. The heroine bursts in, flicks her cloak, points her longsword straight at the farmer, and the camera quickly closes in and freezes. The heroine shouted angrily, "Give me back my fox's life!" 5-10 seconds: Close-up, the farmer stops moving, slowly sheaths his axe, scrutinizes the heroine from head to toe, shows a look of disdain and speechlessness, and says in a very realistic and distracting tone: "It's Thursday today, who's going to take revenge on you?" Sauce-flavored duck isn't as important as Crazy Thursday. " The heroine was stunned on the spot, her expression shifting from murderous intent to blank and frozen.  10-15 seconds: The camera zooms in, and the farmer suddenly pulls out an exaggerated vintage pistol from behind. His movements are swift, his expression serious and ridiculous, coldly pointing at the heroine and saying, "V me 50, I'll let you go back to the snowy mountain!" Before the heroine could react, the scene shifted straight into an exaggerated, freeze-frame style from an old martial arts film: the farmer strikes a classic Shaw Brothers curtain call, smoke rises from the muzzle, the heroine freezes in place, the gongs and drums finish the scene, the film scratches, and the freeze ends.