The Life of a Stuntman in China: The Gritty Truth Behind “The Shaolin Temple”

But let’s start at the beginning – I’ll give you the full story before we step into the shoes of a China stuntman. A China friend and talented stunt man referred me to work on a TV show in China. The show would shoot for about 4-5 months. He told me working on a TV series in China as a stuntman wouldn’t be easy, but if I wanted some work, he could refer me over. I also want to make the distinction that in China stunt men are called “wu hang” (武行) which kind of means “martial [arts] industry”. I don’t know if that’s the best translation, but basically the distinction between an actor and someone working in stunts is very different. Working in LA a professional stuntman and a working actor get a certain level of respect for their trade. As an actor you must practice your craft and perform on camera and as a stunt man you risk your safety and must also give your best performance on camera as well (even if it’s without dialogue or without your face being seen). In China however, there are just so many people that perhaps the value of manual labor is so low that the “wu hang” have a bigger disparity in value than the actors. SOME say that the rise of these huge commercialized “Shaolin schools” in Henan and “Wushu schools” across China are the result of “The Shaolin Temple” movie. The growth of these schools and the renewed interest in “Shaolin Kung Fu” supposedly created a wave of young boys who’s futures would be cemented as bodyguards, security, or stuntmen for the rest of their lives.

With that said, let’s go deeper on this adventure to see what a day in the life of a China stuntman can be like. This project was for a popular TV series called “Chuang Guan Dong Qian Zhuan” (闯关东前传) and I knew I would be learning a lot. For me this project would be a truly unique and eye opening experience.

Let me expand on the 3rd point. I think as an ABC (American Born Chinese) a tv series or movie would rarely hire an ABC because there is enough skilled labor and we have the same look as local Chinese. Also even if an ABC understands Chinese, local Chinese stuntmen understand the industry rules better, understand the language and culture better, and typically will work for much less. So I took it upon myself to learn as much as I could and to open myself up to another life experience.

Here is what was in store…

So while in Beijing everything was arranged; I would take the train to Ji Lin (吉林) and arrive on the weekend. We would have a crew car pick us up at Ji Lin and drive us to Jiao He (蛟河) and then our rooms would be ready at a hotel in Jiao He.

I took a 7 hour train ride. When I got to Ji Lin it turns out that there was no car to pick us (me and this other stunt guy) up. Even though it was night and we were pretty tired from riding in a train all day.. no big deal.. there was a smaller train to take us from Ji Lin to Jiao He. This train was slower so it took about 2-3 hours to get to Jiao He. We arrive at the hotel and bam.. the hotel door is locked! Actually, it was more of a motel than hotel. It was all dark inside and if it wasn’t for 5 crew cars parked outside I would’ve thought the motel was abandoned. We banged on the doors for about 30 minutes when finally these 2 old ladies woke up from the couch inside and turned on the lights. They then unlocked the doors and got us registered. At this point I was kinda thinking “hmmm… what am I in store for”. As we registered they said there were no rooms available so they would have to put us up in the big guest room. As pictured above it was basically a pretty unclean room with 8 beds with a thin dirty bed cloth on a wooden desk aka the hotel bed. Also there was no internet or hot water. When we asked why there wasn’t internet the attendant said in surprise “why do you need internet so badly?”

We were on the 4th floor so naturally we got in the elevator and were going to push “(4)” but the attendant quickly alerted us “do not push the 4 button!” Apparently it was broken and the elevator could only stop on the 3rd or 5th floor. From there you could walk to the 4th floor. So that’s a quick summary of the living situation on the first day. I went to sleep around 2am and got ready for the first day of work tomorrow.

The next day we got up and went to the beginning filming ceremony. In China they unveil the cameras, burn incense, and set off firecrackers. It’s a celebration and gesture to wish that everyone has a successful, safe, and smooth time on the project. I burnt some incense with the stunt coordinator. I met the stunt team that day and everyone was very nice to me. They knew I was from abroad and had different training and experiences so we chatted a lot… also there was not much work on the first day because we mainly had the opening celebration and would have a cast and crew dinner at night. A nice hearty dinner was followed by drinks and karaoke! Okay! Not bad!

Enough celebration. Let’s get to work!

After the first day there was no such thing as downtime. We were shooting a World War II era type tv show so there would be many battles and armies fighting. That’s one pro or con (depending how you look at it) of shooting a tv series.. a tv show films 10x faster than movies. Movies take hours for lighting, getting the right camera placement, set design, etc that a movie might shoot 5-6 scenes on average per day… but a tv show is way different. They just keep shooting takes all day because they have to crank out so much in such a short time with a lower budget as well. Therefore you get to do more and learn more, but you are also constantly working and hardly resting.

Here I am as a Russian soldier. We would switch back and forth between Chinese local army, Russian army, double a lead hero, or put on a mustache and double the enemy. You might think it’s weird but they had a mix of actual Russians for the front line in the battles, but for the stunts they would just wig us up and in wide shots we would get shot, fall off horses, fire guns, dodge explosives, etc.

Now speaking about dodging explosives, here’s where I will go back to discussing health and safety. In the US there is risk in being a stuntman for sure, but at least there are certain rules and precautions in place to ensure the safety of the props and environment around the stuntman so that he can use his physical prowess to his fullest. In China we had to run and get blown up by explosives, but we had no idea how large the blast would be and weren’t even comfortable knowing whether there would be real explosives detonations that could burn you. Fortunately we got through them okay, but I did see a few flames come out of the explosives that were supposed to just shoot dirt in the air.

After getting blown up and shot a few times and running through both sides of the battle field it was about time for lunch. Our meals would consist of a combination of rice, tofu, potato, and cabbage with an occasional piece of pork that seemed like it was accidentally left in the lunch box. Breakfast was always congee and a hard boiled egg. I wasn’t getting enough fiber or protein for sure and wasn’t feeling in tip top shape after a week of white rice and tofu. It was a good day when we got fish or when someone from the team decided to bring pickled radishes.

Shortly upon working on set, something totally stupid happened. Since there was no hot water at our motel, we got vouchers to go shower at a public bathhouse down the street. We didn’t always get to shower because sometimes we would get back from shooting past midnight and the showers were closed.. also we would just be too tired to shower because we would have to be up around 6-7am the next day. On one fortunate day I finally got to shower. I took my shower accessories and my motel slippers to shower. The shower didn’t smell that great so I quickly showered I dried myself. After my shower despite a long day.. I felt pretty good. It was nice to take a hot shower. It was night and I had to walk back to the motel. I stepped out of the bathhouse, breathed in the fresh night air, strolled a few relaxed steps towards my motel… and BAM! Someone decided to place a cement block in the middle of the street. I didn’t see it since I didn’t expect a huge cement block placed where people walk and it was night… and in my shower slippers my toe was in for a surprise!

I smashed my toenail on to the concrete slab (but you should see what happened to the concrete slab). I felt pain as I kicked the slab and in the dark grabbed my foot as a normal reaction. When I grabbed my foot, I felt my entire nail flipped upwards.. and blood. I hopped into the light and saw my toenail ripped off from my toe! I hopped back to the motel and immediately told the motel attendants “my toe is bleeding, help, what should I do?” They meandered over and took a glimpse at it and slowly looked around and said “you should go see a doctor”.. then they aimlessly looked around the room as if they were pretty sure about their response. Fortunately one of my stunt teammates was in the lobby looking for a lost sweater. He saw my foot and took me to the hospital. The hospital was not much better than those 2 attendants. I knew this would not be good and this also made me think how bad it would be if anything more severe happened while in this rural part of town. Even though it was empty, the hospital workers didn’t care much about my state of emergency. They told me to fill out some forms and pay first. After that, I had to hop up three flights of stairs.. they were those slanted ramps and not staircase type stairs.

When I got to the doctor, he was explaining some x-rays to another family. I asked him if I could disinfect my foot or something and he just glanced at me as if “how dare you interrupt while I’m talking about X-Ray 5″. He took his time and I waited for about 20 minutes while my foot was dripping blood. Then he took me to this room next door where he wiped some swabs over a pair of scissors. I was kinda skeptical but really had no choice. I just wanted to get the nail cut off and bandaged up. He proceeded to cut and halfway through he pinched part of my meat! I clenched down for a bit and he finally finished. He bandaged it up and said I would have to come back for shots tomorrow and some other treatment. No thanks! I had my tetanus shots and I’m probably better off outside of the clinic.

The one thing I was concerned about was an infection. We were trudging through dirt all day, the wardrobe we wore was pretty dirty, and we would eat while squatting in dirt. I cleaned my feet and re-dressed the bandages at night so I guess I was okay. If this were a movie this would be where I would re-direct you back to the opening scene.. where I am worn out after a day of stunt work and leaning against the window in the bus ready to go home.

Despite what might seem like pretty unfavorable situations… I took it for what it was. It definitely was not the life of luxury, but when I focus on living in the present everything is simply what it is. In other words, when you are hungry on set and you get rice and pickled radishes– you get excited and it tastes good. We ate by car headlight in the dark while sitting in the cold and dusty road.. but you know what? It was a great experience. Everyone was talking, making jokes, passing the hot sauce around.. and it was more about the bond and no one griped about the food not being 5 star hotel quality. So I guess one other thing I realized on this experience was to always be grateful. Many people complain about work or living situations, but I think where we stayed was pretty low quality but all the stunt people I was with were living there with no complaints and accepted it as a lifestyle and they were able to enjoy each day. Also my luck turned around because a few days later I moved from the 8 person room to a 3 person room with a tv.

After a couple weeks in, I had some urgent business come up in Beijing (life happens like that). I had given the action director a heads up before accepting the gig so they knew I would have to be back in Beijing, but it happened quite suddenly – more suddenly than I had even expected and within 2 days notice I was back on a train to Beijing.

Here is a shot with the guys on my last day on set.

Almost as soon as I had gotten into the flow of things, I had to head back to Beijing. Though it was work, it was more of a learning experience. I learned a lot about the lives of stunt men in China, fellow martial artists, about myself, and about the skills required to work in this industry in China. After all of the situations that passed I felt it was a great experience. Would I want to do it again? Given that I am in a fortunate enough situation where I don’t have to live without hot water and internet for a living, I don’t think I will go out of my way for that… however I think it simply is what it is. When living ‘in the now’ I think there were many fond memories and great experiences in Jiao He… and I hope I’ve shared some interesting insights on stunts in China.