Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 363

Jiang Wenli felt a little dry in the mouth and seemed eager to try, but Zhen Jiecheng couldn't accompany this woman in doing something immoral.

After all, it’s early in the morning and everyone has almost gotten up to eat breakfast and get ready for work, so why would they waste that much time?

What's more, today is the last day for Jiang Wen and Wang Jiawei to visit the set. How could Zhen Jiecheng, as the host, not show up?
"Give me a piece of fruit."

"Make me a bowl of soy milk."

"Do you have tea eggs?"

Listening to Jiang Wenli's hint, he watched Jiang Wenli twist and turn as she sat down in his sight with a plate in her hand, then picked up the fruit, dipped it in soy milk, and swallowed it seriously.

Zhen Jiecheng gritted his teeth and pretended that he saw nothing, continuing to chat with Jiang Wen and Wang Jiawei.

"What a pity. If I had known that you would be the next chairman of the Berlin Jury, I would never have agreed to Cannes in advance. I would have definitely brought the movie to show my support for you, Brother Wang."

Before becoming famous, it's called using connections to get in through the back door.

After becoming famous, that is called support.

It is true that the Europa League is the highest temple of film art, but it is also a stage for political compromise and a place of fame and fortune for traffic.

The works of famous directors are reserved, and need to be snatched up and competed for.

With Zhen Jiecheng's current status, his treatment is almost the same as Lao Mouzi's. Although he is slightly inferior in honors and qualifications, he makes up for this gap in age.

He is only 30 years old, the age when a normal director is just starting out, and he is still ten years away from his golden creative period. No one can imagine how many high-quality works of art Zhen Jiecheng will be able to produce in the future, and how amazing his achievements will be.

Because of this, the three major companies all offer their most enthusiastic attitudes and hope to have more cooperation in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhen Jiecheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It's such a pity for that old man. He has lost his spirit!

Otherwise, the three major governments will surely beat drums and gongs and send a sedan chair to welcome him to Europe to compete.

"It's okay. Haven't you asked Guo Fan to bring his work to support me?" Wang Jiawei said with a smile.

"Hey, he's not worthy of the word support!" Zhen Jiecheng waved his hand, "If he went, it would only cause trouble for you, an elder."

"Jiecheng, you are too modest. Guo Fan must be very talented to be accepted as your student. After your training, his ability will definitely be no problem. Apart from anything else, the production team of the movie alone is enough to easily get a ticket to any of the three major agencies!"

“Although the film has not yet been completed, I can already confirm that it will be a good movie.”

"So Guo Fan deserves the title of support!"

"Yes! The last time I went to Shanghai, Mr. Jiao Huang praised Guo Fan a lot when we talked about The Burning Sun." Jiang Wen took over Wang Jiawei's words. On the surface, he was talking to Zhen Jiecheng, but in fact he was helping Guo Fan to continue to increase his weight in Wang Jiawei's heart. "There are piles of scrapped manuscripts, and storyboards that were drawn over and over again. Mr. Jiao said that the old guys all agreed that the day The Burning Sun was completed would be the day when the seventh generation of Chinese directors would set sail."

"Oh? The old man gave such a high evaluation?" Zhen Jiecheng was stunned.

"Of course not!" Jiang Wen nodded.

To an outsider, this may seem normal.

But what is the reality? These people's public statements are equivalent to using their own reputations to endorse Guo Fan.

Since then, whenever someone mentions the term "Seventh Generation Directors", Guo Fan is the pioneer that cannot be avoided.

Most importantly, the classification of the "Seventh Generation Directors" in the previous life was not recognized by the orthodox film and television art circles.

Wang Xiaoshuai once said bluntly in Cannes: It is impossible for Chinese films to have a seventh generation of directors!

The reason is simple: directors who have never made serious films cannot be called "generation" because their films lack artistic flavor and cultural responsibility.

The so-called "Seventh Generation" is completely a "certification" from outside the industry, and the direction of their films is basically positioned as commercial films.

Of course, Lu Chuan’s rebuttal to Wang Xiaoshuai, claiming that she is the “representative of the seventh generation of directors”, is really shameless!

They couldn't make it into the sixth generation, but they forcibly added the label of the seventh generation and called themselves the leader. As a result, they couldn't even produce a trophy among the top three in Europe.

Comparing the honors of the fifth and sixth generations, it's simply hilarious!
But Lu Chuan's embarrassing behavior was not a one-or-two incident, and Zhen Jiecheng just thought it was a monkey show. Guo Fan was different. Jiao Huang and others had already made their words known, so Zhen Jiecheng had to help his apprentice fill in the gaps no matter what.

“Generation” is not so easy to define.

Artistic taste is not difficult, but the cultural responsibility of engraving the traces of the times in the works is the real "seriousness"!
This cannot be achieved by "Burning Sun" alone.

Bite your teeth!
"Damn it, it seems that I have to offend the optoelectronics industry!"

"The fate of an orthodox Beijing Film Academy director is to tap dance on the heads of censors!"

As we all know, the traces of the times engraved in film and television works are all recorded on the red line of the Film Bureau, just as the means of getting rich quickly are basically included in the criminal law.

"Forget about 'Dying to Survive'. It's too involved. Let's just stick with the original plan."

"And the comedy style can't be changed, otherwise the spread will not be strong enough and it won't reach the original height."

Zhen Jiecheng was eating breakfast while frowning and thinking.

At the same time, Feng Yuanzheng also drove to the crew hotel with a briefcase, feeling uneasy and worried.

"Teacher Feng, welcome, welcome!" Jiang Wenli stepped forward warmly.

"Sorry, there was a traffic jam on the road, so I'm late!" Feng Yuanzheng apologized and said carefully, "Director Zhen is not angry, right?"

"No! Besides, your scene didn't start shooting right this morning, so nothing was delayed." Jiang Wenli smiled and patted Feng Yuanzheng's shoulder, "Don't worry, Jiecheng is not that petty. He's a big shot!"

Big?
Shouldn't you be generous?
Feng Yuanzheng didn't think much about it and just thought it was an unintentional mistake made by Jiang Wenli.

"Come on, I'll take you to the set."

"Jiecheng led the team to the site to adjust the layout after breakfast this morning. I guess they are having a great time right now."

"Arguing?" Feng Yuanzheng was stunned. "Who dares to argue with Director Zhen?"

"Who else could it be? Jiang Wen!"

"You know that the directors of Beijing Film Academy are always absent from time to time, and Jiecheng is the best among them. The shooting plan and ideas have never been carried out step by step. It just gave Jiang Wen the opportunity to interrupt, make various suggestions, and then argue with reason. But it was useless, and in the end he couldn't win the argument with Jiecheng."

Jiang Wenli opened the car door and fastened her seat belt as she spoke.

"But they only quarreled for a while, and they became quiet after the adjustment. In Brother Zhao's words, the total amount of gas released from the three of them from the beginning to the end of filming was not as much as a fart from diarrhea."

Blinked,

"Teacher Feng, you will know soon, it is guaranteed to be exciting!" Feng Yuanzheng was already excited as soon as he arrived on the set.

The three pairs of sunglasses behind the monitors were staring straight ahead, making people feel inexplicably uneasy.

Feng Yuanzheng swallowed and lowered his breathing, fearing that he would disturb the filming.

Let’s shift our focus to the set and see Zhao Benshan who is fully immersed in his performance.

Wow, what an essential body language design!

Feng Yuanzheng's eyes lit up and he couldn't look away.

I am preparing to analyze its essence in detail.

"Click."

A loud speaker suddenly sounded in my ears.

What's going on? Why is it cut when the performance is so good?
The reason?
Feng Yuanzheng subconsciously looked in the direction of the surveillance camera, but the three pairs of sunglasses that came into his sight made him instinctively look away.

No explanations rang in my ears, nor did any questions from the actors.

Looking at the set again, I was surprised to find that Zhao Benshan was frowning and closing his eyes in thought, obviously making self-adjustments.

"Regarding this scene, the director asked for a more restrained performance and clearer layers. He wanted to highlight the emotions through clear-cut contrasts, rather than focusing on one aspect of the performance," Jiang Wenli explained softly.

"Emmm, isn't this acting restrained enough, and the layers aren't clear enough?" Feng Yuanzheng was very puzzled.

"Not enough!" Jiang Wenli blurted out without thinking, "As long as the director thinks it's not enough, it's not enough!"

Feng Yuanzheng was about to ask again, but he heard the executive director's words "all units prepare".

When he looked up, Zhao Benshan had already opened his eyes and was ready to shoot again. So he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his throat and continued to watch quietly.

As a backbone of the People's Art Theatre and a future pillar that is being trained, Feng Yuanzheng not only polishes his basic skills day after day, but also never gives up observing and experiencing the life in the market and different people.

Elderly people living alone!

Stubborn and fragile old man!
She is pretentious and clingy, unreasonable and noisy.

It's so vivid! Isn't this the Alzheimer's patient I know?

Although there is no plot, at first glance, all kinds of labels emerge on Zhao Benshan. He magnified and concentrated all kinds of outstanding characteristics, and then adjusted the expression through the form of film and television art, which made Feng Yuanzheng amazed.

Feng Yuanzheng counted the actors in the circle who had such skills, but after counting for a long time he couldn't name a few.

Hiss! He is indeed the king of sketches!

His origin is unorthodox, but his skills are the most orthodox!

As we all know, drama actors are at the top of the industry contempt chain. But the gap between skits and dramas is actually very small, and crossovers between the two are common, probably similar to the relationship between the photography department of Beijing Film Academy and directors.

So drama actors can be rude to professional movie stars, but they respect amateur top sketch actors. The most typical representatives are Lao Zhao and Fan Wei!
In addition, there are Zhao Lirong and Gong Hanlin, both of whom are so-called "amateurs".

As for Chen Xiaoer, Feng Gong, Guo Da, Guo Donglin and others, they are professionals. The first two are from the Central Academy of Drama, and the latter two are from the Shanghai Theatre Academy.

As for Beijing Film Academy, Cai Ming studied there. You can tell from the skits that the performances are very badass!
"I should be able to pass this time, right?" Feng Yuanzheng thought secretly, "It's already impeccable! If I continue to pick on her, it will be pure torture."

"Pass."

Sure enough, a "pass" sound rang in my ears.

This made Feng Yuanzheng feel happy for no reason.

"That's all for this morning. Let's call it a day." Feng Yuanzheng looked over and saw the man in the middle, sunglasses, standing up and waving at him. "Teacher Feng, welcome, welcome. I've been looking forward to seeing you!"

"I've arranged a room for you." Jiang Wenli smiled and added softly, "Teacher Feng, you don't have many cameo roles, so I've only booked you for four days for now."

"What the hell? Four. Four days?" Feng Yuanzheng's eyes widened. "Wait, I only have two or three scenes, right?"

The hearty lunch box and the warm welcome seemed like a dream. Feng Yuanzheng was stunned on the set, holding the script that he had read countless times, with his head down and not saying a word.

The "click" sound was like a sharp blade piercing through the chest.

The gazes from all around were like bee stings, stinging people and leaving them covered in wounds.

The images on the monitor are recorded clearly!
Zhao Benshan's trembling eyelids and shaking wrinkles.

The cautious probing and the forcibly suppressed uneasiness are condensed in the evasive eyes and the pretentiously calm lines.

In contrast, my own performance was far behind others and was mediocre.

Everybody's watching!
The huge gap created a strong sense of tearing. The powerful actors of the National Theatre of China were crushed to this point. It was so embarrassing!
In an instant, Feng Yuanzheng seemed to be dreaming back to the scene of his guest appearance in "A World Without Thieves".

He was also acting opposite a non-professional sketch actor, who happened to be the partner of the person next to him.

At that time, Fan Wei's impromptu stuttering robbery created such a stunning comedy effect that he had to use orchid fingers and speak in a sissy voice to get through.

But now it’s different! No more tricks!
When faced with real hard work, you must use real skills to handle the role!

"Damn! Why am I so unlucky? I have to partner with a big name in sketch comedy both times when I made guest appearances?" Feng Yuanzheng, who has always been gentle and elegant, couldn't hold it in any longer and cursed in his heart.

Was the role difficult? Not at all.

The old woman imagined her daughter's ex-husband in her fragmented memory, and accused herself with a cold face. She was disgusted with the old man for disturbing her life, and slapped the old man twice. That's all!

But no matter how simple the role is, with Zhao Benshan's performance being brought out to the essence, any shortcomings of Feng Yuanzheng will be quickly magnified, and then become "out of place" in the contrast!
Is the strength of the National Theatre of China linked to the word "performing"?
If this happens until the movie is released, it will not be a slap in the face, but will be throwing shit on the golden signboard of Renaissance Art Theater.

Especially since Feng Yuanzheng is a key training target of the People's Art Theatre, he may have to take on important responsibilities in the future!
Thinking of this, Feng Yuanzheng's face turned even redder.

It was as if my ears had evolved in an instant, and I could clearly detect any movement on the set.

Someone is whispering, must be talking about me?

The three pairs of sunglasses behind the monitor didn't move. I guess they were looking at me, right?

The Beijing circle is so heatedly discussing what happened on the set of "The Father", it won't be long before I will become the topic of conversation too!
It's over! That parrot from Beijing Film Academy is going to make me famous!

From now on, when actors from Beijing Film Academy are criticized for being out of character, there will be an additional suffix: Feng Yuanzheng from the People’s Art Theatre also did it!

Feng Yuanzheng covered his face.
孽 孽!
(End of this chapter)