Diamond company shoots commercials, you shoot Titanic

At the same time, in the lobby on the first floor of Oriental Media.

"Teacher Xu." Fang Rong shouted as he walked out of the revolving door and into the lobby.

In front, a lady in a dark green coat and elegant temperament turned around, took off her sunglasses, and smiled, "Director Fang, good morning."

This is the costume designer of "The Truman Show", Xu Huijun.

The two walked towards the elevator together.

Fang Rong walked in the lobby, looked back and saw that there was no one around, so he asked, "Teacher Xu, have you read the script?"

He stayed up late last night to read a horror science fiction novel.

He had a dream all night again.

When he woke up this morning, he thought of the movie script in the mirror. Would he also be monitored? Would there be a camera on the other side of the mirror?

On the way here, I was a little scared.

Finally I met an acquaintance, please say something reassuring, or slap him in the face, to bring him back to reality.

Xu Huijun replied: "The script, I have a meeting today, of course I read it."

Fang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, "Teacher Xu, I have a question. Do you think we are being watched now?"

Xu Huijun smiled faintly, "Of course."

Hearing her say such creepy words calmly, Fang Rong was instantly petrified.

How can she have the temperament to act in a horror movie? She said such terrible words calmly!

Fang Rong instantly remembered the novel he read last night, and suddenly had an illusion that Xu Huijun would turn into a green-haired monster in the next moment.

Oh my God, I will never stay up late to watch horror science fiction again.

Fang Rong shook her head, "Sister, what you said makes me feel a little cold. Someone is watching us, what do they think?"

Xu Huijun stopped, stood still and looked at Fang Rong, frowning slightly, "Using AI monitoring, if there is a special situation, they will be reminded, right?"

Fang Rong felt that his hands were a little cold.

Damn, he didn't wake up, did he?

Seeing his expression as if he had seen a ghost, Xu Huijun said a little unhappy: "Director Fang, what's the look in your eyes? What else? Do you want the security uncle to keep staring at the surveillance screen in the hall?"

Hearing the four words "security uncle", Fang Rong was instantly pulled back to reality, and said with relief, "No, I'm talking about the kind in the movie. Will we be monitored and controlled like the protagonist, but we don't know it?"

Xu Huijun glanced at him.

Secretly complained in his heart, how can this director be so imaginative?

"Then please be thorough. Anyway, this is a fictional world. Just transform me and give me the ability to eat anything without gaining weight. Thank you."

After she finished speaking, the elevator door just opened and she walked in.

...

Twenty minutes later.

Outside the meeting room on the top floor of Oriental Media.

"Director Chen, long time no see." Chazelle looked at Chen Xiao who came out of the elevator, stretched out his hand and smiled.

Chen Xiao was surprised: "Long time no see. Do you know Chinese?"

"A little bit." Chazelle said, raising his chin slightly.

Beside him, a blond man said: "Director Chazelle is modest, your Chinese is very good."

Listening to the blond man's flattering tone, Chen Xiao smiled and said: "It's you, Director Chazelle, awesome! Let's go in. Today's meeting is estimated to be one and a half hours. Oh, by the way, in China, one and a half hours is three and a half hours."

Chazelle was stunned.

His brain was spinning rapidly.

One and a half hours is three and a half hours?

Why is one equal to three?

Is he playing a trick on me?

Just then, Chazelle noticed another familiar Chinese passing by.

His name seemed to be Fang something, and he was walking towards the tea room with a cup of water.

He pretended to be calm and repeated in Chen Xiao's tone: "Oh~ one and a half hours, equal to three and a half hours."

Fang Rong turned his head and said in surprise: "Director Chazelle, your Chinese is very good."

Chazelle nodded as if he understood, with a slight smile on his face.

There was nothing wrong with this sentence. It seemed that he had thought too much. How could Chen Xiao be the kind of guy who played tricks on people? He looked very honest.

Five minutes later, in the conference room.

Twenty people from the main creative team sat around the long conference table on both sides.

Sitting in the main seat was Chen Xiao.

On his left were the eight partners of New Era headed by Chazelle.

On his right were the 11 members of the Chinese side.

Just now everyone was chatting in Chinese, but Chen Xiao didn't dare to speak Chinese to Chazelle next. After all, this guy might not understand why "five words" are three words.

He directly

Switch to English.

Those who are proficient in English also use English directly, while those who are not proficient take out the translation artifact - simultaneous interpretation headphones.

"Good morning, everyone. First of all, on behalf of Oriental Media, I welcome you all. I am also very honored to have such an opportunity to cooperate with you. I hope that we can help each other and support each other in the future to make our film together. If you encounter any help in China, you can also ask us directly, and we will provide help as much as possible."

After a polite remark, Chen Xiao glanced at the other 19 people present.

"Among us, there are still many people who don't know each other. Although there are name tags on the table, please introduce yourself first and get to know each other a little."

Chen Xiao looked at Chazelle, "Director Chazelle, how about you go first?"

Chazelle was stunned when he heard this, shrugged and said, "Hey, does anyone not know me? No way? You are too hurtful."

Chen Xiao was stunned by his operation for a moment.

Wait a minute, are we in the office?

Why is Chazelle so dramatic? He seems a bit narcissistic.

He seemed okay the last time I saw him. Isn't he just mysophobic and obsessive-compulsive?

Wait, I suddenly remembered that last year in Venice, Chazelle made a bet with the organizers about him and won 500 euros.

Uh - his personality seems a bit...fancy.

"Well, everyone knows you. Next one, please."

Chen Xiao retracted his gaze and happened to meet Fang Rong's eyes.

Fang Rong's eyes seemed to say: If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer the consequences, right?

Chen Xiao blinked.

Forget it, it doesn't matter, it's just personality.

Who doesn't have some personality?

"Hello everyone, I'm Thomson, and I'm the deputy artist this time. I have 21 years of work experience, and I hope to work with the chief artist this time to complete the work smoothly. In my spare time, I like photography. If anyone is interested, maybe we can do it together."

"Hello everyone, I'm Annie..."

Ten minutes later, everyone had introduced themselves.

Today's meeting also entered the main topic.

"Let me talk about the content of today's meeting first. First, assign the preparatory work of each department, and then discuss and ask questions freely."

Everyone nodded.

Chen Xiao first talked with the costume team, makeup team, and art team. Ask the art director to find a suitable location according to the script and the scene he drew.

By the way, he also asked Chazelle's opinion.

After following the three waves of people, Chen Xiao then looked at the director of photography Fang Rong.

"Director Fang, your task this time is heavier. In "The Truman Show", many stories need to be told with light."

"We need a lot of artificial light, and the equipment must be in place in time."

"You also need to carefully figure out where to put the camera."

"Then you need to use a high-key lighting style to create the picture of the advertisement. Regarding this, you need to learn more from advertisements."

"In short, the overall feeling should give the audience an artificial feeling and a slight sense of surveillance and uneasiness."

Fang Rong flipped through the documents and nodded slowly.

You need to create a sense of uneasiness, but not too heavy.

Otherwise, the audience will wonder why Truman in the camera didn't find out his situation earlier.

It seems that this job is really difficult.

If the lighting requirements are so high, he has to work closely with the art department, very closely. Because the color of the indoor scene will also affect the light.

The small details must be in place, and the big scenes must be shocking.

Like in the movie, when the program crew was frantically looking for Truman, the artificial sun rose, and this scene had to be shot shockingly.

You have to think carefully about what props and what technology to use to achieve the best effect.

Thinking of this, Fang Rong sighed in his heart.

Oh, I wanted to show off my power and learn, but I didn't expect it to be a hard devil training...