Mr. Fei Mu's "Spring in a Small Town" is a sentimental film in Wang Dalun's opinion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Yuwen's monologue runs through the whole film, and from her tone and demeanor, you can hear and feel her helpless depression. The woman who hurts the spring wanders between the ancient city walls and the broken ruins every day, and the days come and go.

All she did every day was to go out in the morning to buy groceries, get medicine for her husband, and return home sadly after pacing around the city for a while, and only talk to him a few words when she threw the medicine to him. For most of the rest of the day, she sat in her sister's room and sighed alone, for she felt that in this city, apart from the city wall where she went out in the morning, this room was the only place left to live.

Man is a powerless person, a person who lives in the realm of life and death. Yuwen wanted to die but didn't have the courage, just numbly exercising her duties as a wife; Husband Dai Liyan wanted to live but didn't have the courage, and he felt infinite guilt about Yuwen in his heart. They all seemed to be waiting for something to come.

Zhang Zhichen's arrival broke everything that was lifeless. He is a former friend of Liyan, but he is also an old lover of Yuwen. He is young, healthy and energetic, in contrast to the gloom of Dai Liyan's lifelessness, and it is precisely the desire and call of Yuwen's heart. So this is lively, this small town seems to be lively, the little sister Dai Xiu is an outlier in the small city, she is lively and positive, and she has seen Brother Zhang, who has not seen her for many years, and now she has a lot of energy, and naturally there is new vitality.

But the sentimentality of warmth is still hidden in the sun. Yuwen and Zhichen's old relationship recurred, and the two of them wanted to talk and stop moving, and what they considered was nothing more than morality and etiquette. The steps he was taking suddenly stopped, morality and ethics were testing everyone, Zhichen couldn't bear to see his former friend's heart disease worsen, and Yuwen couldn't bear her husband to suffer physical and mental torture again.

Since Mr. Fei Mu's "Spring in a Small Town" was filmed in 1948, such a sensitive historical node, later generations will inevitably give the private emotional entanglements in this small environment to political symbols when interpreting it, and often use Du Fu's "Spring Hope" to describe "Spring in a Small Town".

The dilapidated courtyards and city walls are reminiscent of a ruined country. Dressed in a robe and horse coat, the traditional style of her husband Dai Liyan, who was born with a disease, is it a metaphor for the troubled motherland? Is Zhang Zhichen, a healthy and young old lover in a suit and leather shoes, a metaphor for the new foreign culture and new trends of thought advocated by the May Fourth Movement? Is the jade pattern the embodiment of Mr. Fei Mu or the Chinese intellectuals of that time?

Like jade, they hover between the old and the new, between morality and life, lifeless and energetic, making a difficult spiritual struggle. It was only the collapse of the country that made nationalism mainstream, and the old bond they forged with the new culture at May Fourth became a thing of the past.

Who can explain this kind of thing of benevolence and wisdom and wisdom of wisdom? Especially in the historical environment at that time, no matter how to interpret it, it had to be subordinated to the needs of politics. But Wang Dalun scoffed at this, maybe Mr. Fei Mu just wanted to shoot a love story, a love triangle love story.

That night in the teahouse next to the film academy, Wang Dalun and director Zhuang Zhuang chatted very speculatively, probably because everyone had a common understanding of Mr. Fei Mu's "Spring in a Small Town". The purpose of the Grange remake is also very simple, he doesn't want to insinuate anything, he just wants to retell the story again, and at the same time pay tribute to the classics in his mind.

When they parted, Grange Zhuang gave him a rewritten script, saying that it was the first draft and asked him to read it first. Oh, and his character is the weak, manly, lifeless Dai Liyan.

Wang Dalun didn't go to the script first, and Tianzhuang told him that he would have to try out the audition after the Spring Festival, and it is estimated that the official start will be in May or June next year at the earliest. What he needs now is to empty his brain first and play the policeman Deng in "Seafood" wholeheartedly.

This year's Spring Festival is very early, January 23 is Chinese New Year's Eve, and now the New Year is only 20 days away. Therefore, the drama Zhu Wen in Beidaihe was planned to be filmed in two weeks, and the time was very tight, and he had already set off with the film crew yesterday.

Wang Dalun drove Xiao Xiali to Beidaihe early the next morning. The weather was not too good, and when I went out, it was overcast and windy. Not long after driving out of the capital, the sky began to snow, and there is a tendency to get bigger and bigger, the snowy road began to become slippery, he regretted not putting snow chains on the tires when he went out, so he could only slow down and drive slowly.

Originally, it was only a three-hour drive, but it took nearly six hours, and the snow began to get smaller under the highway.

Beidaihe is the off-season in winter, compared with the bustle of the city just opened, the whole Xitan Road on both sides is as quiet as a dead city, and the hotels, rest houses, restaurants, and shops on the roadside are closed, and there are only a few gatekeepers at most. The beach is deserted, only the frozen sea and the lead-gray snowy sky remains...... I'm used to seeing the bustling beaches during filming last year, and now this scene in front of me really feels a bit sci-fi.

The place where the crew stayed was a hotel on the edge of the city, Wang Dalun couldn't help but shiver as soon as he got off the car, and quickly pulled the zipper of the down sweater to the top, it was much colder here than in the capital, and the lowest temperature was more than ten degrees below zero depending on the weather forecast.

"Brother Lun, I'll come!"

As soon as he took his suitcase out of the car, he saw a young man running out of the hotel gate.

"It's okay, it's okay. Thank you Xiaomao, I'll come by myself. ”

The young man is the crew's drama and miscellaneous work.

"Brother Lun, you're tired of traveling, let me help you carry it. This is a task given by the director, let me wait for you at the hotel. ”

Xiao Mao is very attentive, and he insists on rushing to help him carry the suitcase, and he is definitely the emperor superstar in this crew.

"Brother Lun, your rooms have been arranged, on the third floor, you have one room, and the next few rooms are our own people." The hotel only has four floors and no elevator, so Xiao Mao introduced him while carrying the box upstairs.

"Oh, director, they're all in the room, right?"

"No, the director took everyone to the beach to film in the afternoon."

"Filming at the beach?" Wang Dalun didn't expect Zhu Wen's movements to be so fast, and he had already started filming as soon as he arrived.

"I just came over from West Beach Road, didn't I see anyone?"

"The director should be on the other side of Pigeon Nest Beach, and the director went there to see the scene in the morning."

Talking room to the room on the third floor, this small private hotel is not bad, standard room, two beds, TV bathroom is all available, almost a two-star standard.

Xiao Mao helped carry the luggage into the house, Wang Dalun took out a cigarette and handed him one, "Xiao Mao, sit down for a while." ”

"No, no, Brother Lun, you have a hard time on the road, you rest first, and when the director and they come back, I will come and call you." Xiao Mao was very eye-catching, took the cigarette and hurriedly said goodbye.

He sent Xiao Mao out of the door to see the time, it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon, he came out of the house at seven o'clock in the morning, and the lunch was still passed with a bowl of instant noodles in the service area, and his stomach was not hungry. I boiled a pot of water first, and then put the clothes I brought in the closet and hung them up. I went to the bathroom to test the water temperature, and the hot water was quite hot, so I simply took a shower. Lying in bed drinking tea, smoking, watching TV, and accidentally taking a nap.

When I woke up, I saw that it was almost dark outside the window, and I didn't see Xiao Mao screaming, and my stomach was a little hungry. He put on his clothes and wanted to go down to see, just walked down the stairs, he saw a few cars driving into the yard, a group of people carrying things to get out of the car and enter the door, the first is the vermilion, this goods are still patting clothes while entering the door, seeing Wang Dalun, he immediately greeted him with a smile, "Dalun, here!" ”

Seeing that he was in a good mood and estimated that the filming went quite smoothly, Wang Dalun asked with a smile: "What kind of scene did you shoot in the afternoon?" ”

"It's the scene where Xiaomei walks on the beach. Let me tell you, the background artistic conception of today's play is absolutely first-class. Zhu Wen said about the play, with an excited face, dancing and saying: "The sky is gloomy, the wind is very strong, and the beach is already frozen, but the waves are still rough in the distance, there is no one on the beach, and the key is that it is snowing." Concubine walking alone by the beach, long shot! Yonghong stood on a humanoid ladder and shot it from a high place. I was very lucky today, there was actually a seabird hovering over the head of the concubine, and it appeared in the camera three times in total. Do you remember that when we took the first shot in the capital, a pigeon flew by in the yard? At that time, I thought that this was a stroke of genius, which means that God is bless us......"

"Brother Zhu, since God is bless us, then let's have a good rub tonight and celebrate!" Liu Yonghong and his photography assistant walked over with a smile on their shoulders.

"Good! Let's have a good meal tonight, let's pick up Dalun by the way, and eat seafood. Zhu Wen waved his hand very boldly.

"Oh ......" drew a cheer.

The meal was in a small seafood restaurant next to the hotel, and the crew was less than 20 people, almost two tables. Although there are no fishermen going out to sea to fish when the sea freezes this season, I didn't expect the seafood here to be quite fresh. In this icy and snowy weather, drinking local high-quality sake and eating seafood, not to mention how beautiful it is.

Only the concubine's appetite is not high, this girl's face is not very good, and she keeps wiping her nose with a tissue, and she walks on the beach in the wind and snow for a long time on such a cold day in the afternoon, and she is cold and cold.

Zhu Wen, as the boss of the crew, toasted a few drinks with his brothers, looked at his girlfriend's expression, and suddenly his eyes lit up and said: "Hey, concubine, you are in just right state now, why don't you arrange a section with Da Lun first?" ”

"What's the drain, people have a headache now." The concubine gave him a blank look and said angrily.

Wang Dalun also felt that this product was unreliable, and said, "Concubine, if you are not feeling well, go back and rest early." ”

"No, no, no!" Zhu Wen shook his head, put down the wine glass, and said with a serious face: "Xiaomei and Deng Mou have eaten three seafood meals together. The first seafood Xiaomei has not been by Deng Mou, but Deng Mou has already seen that she wants to commit suicide and wants to persuade her to give up the idea of suicide. As for Xiaomei, although she wants to commit suicide, her professional habit is that she has a natural fear of the police, but Deng's chatter makes her very disgusted and impatient, but she doesn't dare to attack. ”

Saying this, he pointed to his girlfriend and said: "Look at the expression of the concubine now, she has a cold and is very uncomfortable, but as a member of the crew, she doesn't want to ruin everyone's fun, so she still reluctantly sits here with everyone." This shows that her current mentality should be similar to Xiaomei's mentality of eating seafood with Deng for the first time. ”

Then he turned his head to the concubine and said very seriously: "Concubine, your performance was good before, but you are not a professional actor after all, while you have feelings now, I still suggest that you arrange a section with Da Lun, find the feeling, remember this feeling, if you can, we will shoot this scene tomorrow." ”

I have to say that Zhu Wen's words are very reasonable, the concubine was unhappy from the beginning, and nodded thoughtfully when she heard the end: "Okay, Brother Lun, then let's arrange a paragraph?" ”

Seeing Wang Dalun nodding, he hurriedly took out the script from his bag and hurried to familiarize himself with the lines again. When he looked up, he found that Wang Dalun was still dealing with the big crab in his hand, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "Brother Lun, don't you have to read the lines?" ”

Xiaomei and Deng had dinner for the first time, mainly because Deng was saying that he persuaded her to give up suicide, but Xiaomei was just responding passively. Deng has several lines in a large paragraph.

"No, I've got it all in my head." Wang Dalun pointed to his head with a smile.

"You've memorized it all!" The concubine looks incredible.

Zhu Wen slapped his thigh and said, "Hey, do you see, this is the quality of a professional actor!" Concubine, you have to learn from Da Lun how to become a good actor. As he spoke, he raised his glass and toasted to Wang Dalun and said, "Come, brother, let's have another drink!" ”

The concubine actually memorized the lines a long time ago, but she was afraid of making a mistake, so she was familiar with it temporarily, and she just read the script for a while.

The people at this table quickly got out of the way and let the two of them sit facing each other, and even the people at the next table crowded over to watch the excitement.

She straightened her hair, took a deep breath, and nodded at Vermilion.

"Okay, action!" Vermilion shouted.

Wang Dalun leaned slightly, crossing Erlang's legs, "Smack!" He lit a cigarette and puffed out a cloud of smoke, looking at the woman sitting across from him with a restrained and impatient face.

His gaze stayed on the concubine's face for a while, with a slight smile on his face, unhurried, and said in a thick Shanxi accent: "You won't also come here to kill yourself, right?" ”

She couldn't just sit there, she was very smart, she was rummaging through the bag in her hand, she zipped the bag, her eyes didn't dare to look at him, and she asked calmly: "Why do you say that?" ”

"I can see it!" Wang Dalun's face flashed with a hint of pride, he took a puff of cigarette, flicked the cigarette ash, paused slightly, and said, "However, you don't really want to commit suicide yet." ”

His eyes always glanced at the concubine's body, some pity and some frivolity. All his scenes in "Seafood" have been in his mind countless times in the past few months, and even as soon as he enters the play, some actions and reactions are subconscious. For example, in this scene, his eyes have been glancing at the concubine, on the one hand, it is Deng's professional habit of being a policeman, on the other hand, he really thinks that it is a pity for such a beautiful girl to commit suicide, and at the same time, his lust makes his eyes subconsciously become frivolous.

"Hiss-" Although Zhu Wen is the first time to be a director, he can see the good and the bad, especially Deng is his character. When he saw Wang Dalun's eyes, it coincided with the image of Deng in his mind