Columbia Pictures has its own post-production department.

In fact, this department is not important, because they belong to the producer, and they will basically find a post-production company that the director is familiar with to carry out the production.

Yes, Hollywood has a large number of specialized film and television post-production and special effects production companies.

However, those big-name directors are all tool people in the later stage, and the real editing power is in the hands of the director.

Unless it is an assembly line like Marvel in Zhang Hong's previous life, the company will completely get rid of the director and control the editing power by itself.

They also have confidence.

The box office of Marvel movies is so high, but people like Zhang Hong who simply watch movies don't know who the director of those movies is.

He only vaguely remembered that there was a Russo brother, and nothing else.

Unlike other classic movies, he can basically tell who the director is.

Like Michael Bay, like Cameron, and so on and so forth.

The traditional film companies also basically follow this process, and if they want to make a good film, they will find a big director.

If you find a big director, the editing rights will definitely be handed over, so their post-production department is actually not that important.

Just like this time, they are also tool people.

So when Donald brought Zhang Hong in, everyone came over to hear what the director had to say about the film's editing and color grading.

The importance of clipping goes without saying.

The importance of color grading is no less important.

And, of course, music.

The combination of these three can truly achieve the effect that the creator wants to achieve.

After Donald finished beating everyone first, everyone continued to stare at Zhang Hong.

To be honest, everyone is an office worker who has been oppressed by the capitalists, and Donald's chicken blood and painting pie are not worth mentioning in their eyes.

Because if you draw cakes, only less affordable cakes will make it possible for them to eat them.

Too big a pie, they themselves don't believe it.

Zhang Hong looked at the white foreigner brother in this water and was a little confused.

His mind was wandering now, and he hadn't thought about the color editing of movies or anything like that—he wasn't a layman now, but he was still a bit of an amateur compared to the professional party in Hollywood.

What he thinks about now is how Columbia Pictures will turn around if he reports to the TV station that Columbia Pictures discriminates against both race and gender.

After all, it's all Caucasian men, and there are no other races and women at all.

But forget it, the other party hasn't been sorry for himself yet.

However, Zhang Hong feels good about himself, although he is not good at color mixing or anything, but he is very good at looking at people!

Otherwise, how could he pick the company's little geniuses?

He didn't want to make bad movies.

So Zhang Hong began to observe.

According to his understanding, the person who can enter Columbia Pictures must not be a bastard.

Either he has a rich and dazzling resume, or he was born in a school that is very fierce.

Otherwise, even if Columbia Pictures is in decline and the post-production department is not important, they will not be able to get in.

After all, this is one of the eight major Hollywood studios.

So how do you choose?

First of all, there is no need to think in terms of "light in the eye".

The lights are shining, who doesn't have a little light in their eyes?

And there are several myopia, so it's not good to look at the eyes.

That's the age!

Although older people are more mature, the blood in their hearts may have long been extinguished, or it takes a lot of effort to activate their enthusiasm.

Moreover, this department does belong to the pension department, even if the middle-aged people come in with enthusiasm, they have been exhausted for decades.

So look for young people!

Soon, Zhang Hong took a fancy to a young man.

Young, without gray hair, at most twenty-eight or nineteen, his eyes were full of indifference, and he seemed to be dismissive of this work.

No, it's not dismissive, it's just not about it at all.

Zhang Hong has also seen this state.

This is the state of his mixed life three years after graduating in his previous life.

This is a standard fisherman!

And this person, like Zhang Hong himself at that time, is the kind of person who hasn't found his target yet!

So Zhang Hong smiled and gave Donald a look.

Old Tang was puzzled: "Zhang, why are you blinking? Do you want to go to the hospital to see? We at Columbia Pictures can help you make an appointment with the best ophthalmologist in advance." Rest assured, we'll reimburse you. ”

Zhang Hong: "......"

This guy is really blind, and he doesn't have any tacit understanding with himself.

So he smiled and said, "Old Tang, you take everyone to rest for a while, and I'll deal with some things here." ”

He pointed to the young man, "Come on."

The young man looked puzzled, but he still followed Zhang Hong to the smoking room in the rest area.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

Zhang Hong only understood "sir".

But it doesn't matter, the simultaneous translation feature on your phone is very powerful.

As long as you speak Chinese into your phone, it can be automatically converted into English.

The kind of text.

There is no barrier to communication between two people.

Zhang Hong typed a sentence, "What do you call it?"

The golden retriever lifted his glasses, "James, sir, James Heller." ”

Zhang Hong: "......"

I just met a "pirated A brother" on the front foot, and now I met the second-generation protagonist?

However, Zhang Hong is not worried, this little brother is not a soldier, and the second is not Blackman, and it has nothing to do with the big brother who flies around and turns his arms into sharp blades and cuts people.

But the name is good, Zhang Hong decided that it was him.

So Zhang Hong continued to type:

"James, what do you think of this movie?"

Movie...... James didn't know why, but replied, "Sir, we'll do as you ask." ”

This is not the answer Zhang Hong wants.

"No, no, no, dear Mr. James, that's not the answer I'm looking for. ”

Zhang Hong handed him a cigarette, but James did not refuse.

After both of them clicked, it seemed that the distance between them had narrowed a lot.

James boldly asked, "What answer do you want, sir?"

"Just call me Zhang. Zhang Hong continued typing, "James, I can see that you are not very satisfied with this job." ”

James's face changed, and he decisively denied it, "No, sir, I am very satisfied with this job!"

"Please don't lie to me, dear James, I can see from your eyes that you have your own thoughts. ”

Zhang Hong's smile was as unfathomable as Erha, so people couldn't guess what he was thinking, "James, don't you want to be famous with this?"

Without waiting for James to deny it, Zhang Hong continued: "Oh, God! there can't really be anyone who enters Hollywood not to be famous, right?"

James gritted his teeth, "Of course, Zhang, I want to be famous......!"

"But the reality has let you down, in Hollywood, no, even in Columbia Pictures you're just a nobody. ”

Zhang Hong was aggressive, "So you gave up? James, tell me, are you a coward!"

"No! sir!" James replied subconsciously by standing up and shouting.

"Very good!" Zhang Hong nodded, "If you're a coward, then I'm going to kick your ass hard with my leather shoes!"

Bounced off the cigarette ash, Zhang Hong cocked Erlang's legs and said, "Then now I will give you a chance, a chance to prove your talent." ”

James' breathing became rapid, and he had already guessed what Zhang Hong was going to say.

Sure enough, the next moment, Zhang Hong smiled and said, "If you control the editing rights of these two movies, can you do it?"

"Of course, sir!"

The genes of the ugly people make him not know what modesty is.

Zhang Hong smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Good luck, my California boy." ”

Yes, this job is thrown out.