Chapter Seventy-Three: The Story of the Mentally Ill
Yang Yuan didn't want to offend Li Xianyun too much, and said with a wry smile, "I can understand your feelings, but you are really suitable for this matter." Besides, you haven't made this kind of film before, and I think making this kind of film will help you improve yourself. ”
Li Xianyun gave him a "hehe".
There are many ways to improve yourself, and you don't have to go through the path of "failure".
Failure is the mother of success, and the essence is that there is a generation gap between you and success.
And the choice of such a script was not aimed at success from the beginning.
It's going to the ditch!
Li Xianyun said, "If you really want me to shoot, &bsp&bspOkay, the director fee is 30 million." ”
Yang Yuan smiled bitterly: "Don't be kidding. In fact, it's not that there is no room for manipulation in this matter, but it really can't be done, so let's talk to the other side about whether we can change the script. ”
"You can't have not talked about it, and the other party must have refused, right?"
"Yes or no, the script is actually made by our people, but the other party insists that it must tell the story of the mentally ill. Given a bunch of conditions, &bsp&bsp was written according to his framework. ”
Li Xianyun was stunned: "Why does the other party insist on this so much?" Is the mentally ill any good for their business? ”
The self-salvation of the autistic person, &bsp&bsp can finally find a hotel environment with pleasant scenery to heal the soul, what does this mental patient mean?
"Yes or no." Yang Yuandao: "Actually, it's because of the chairman of Xinhai Company, his son is mentally ill and may be dying, and he is also to commemorate his son." ”
"What did you say?" Li Xianyun was surprised, he suddenly realized something, "Wait, you mean, the symptoms of the mentally ill in this script appeared in the body of a patient in reality?" ”
Yang Yuan replied, "Yes." ”
"I'll rub!" Li Xianyun screamed.
The mentally ill person described in the script has a strange disease, often gets groggy and has occasional nightmares, and then becomes hideous and ferocious, says some inexplicable weird things, &bsp&bsp&bsp can even crawl on the wall - one of the reasons why Li Xianyun thinks the script is bad is because crawling on the ceiling is not a natural ability of a mentally ill person.
Therefore, this script is neither literary nor commercial.
Business relies on blowing, &bsp&bspLiterature and art rely on truth.
And this book belongs to the neither the down-to-earth and artistic sense of art films,&bsp&bspThere is no gorgeousness and imagination of commercial films,whichever is shorter!
But now that Yang Yuan told him that this was the real thing, it meant something different.
Could it be ......
Li Xianyun hurriedly said, "Did you see his son crawling on the ceiling?" ”
Yang Yuanle said: "How can I see this?" I haven't even seen his son. But this is what he asked, it should be artistic processing. ”
No!
Not necessarily!
Li Xianyun was about to say something, but he had learned a lot from his business instincts in the past two years.
You can't say yes directly.
Gotta hang them.
Thinking of this, Li Xianyun said, "This psychiatric case is a bit interesting, and the film is also very challenging. Well, I'd like to meet the chairman and his son, and I'll talk about the situation. ”
Yang Yuan Daxi: "You agreed?" ”
"I mean, let's talk about it!" Li Xianyun reiterated: "Let's meet later." ”
"Okay, I'll arrange it for you. He's in the Third Ring City right now, and you can go over at any time. ”
Third Ring City?
Li Xianyun was stunned.
Isn't Han Xinyu filming that 100 million big production over there now?
Yang Yuan's reply was quick, and it only took him a day to tell him that Li Cheng, the chairman of Xinhai, agreed to meet with him.
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Third Ring City.
Tianya Beach.
A large group of people were filming on the beach.
Han Xinyu walked across the long beach in a black swimsuit, and the sun shone on her beautiful and upright body, which became more and more slim.
The long hair stretched, Han Xinyu shook his head lightly, the long hair flew, and the water droplets stirred in the air, and finally froze into a beautiful picture in front of the camera.
"Cards!" With the director's shout, Han Xinyu stopped moving.
Xiaoli, a round-faced assistant, ran over with a towel - she was lucky not to be fired.
Han Xinyu came over wrapped in a towel and came to the monitor, "Director, how is it?" ”
"Not bad! Not bad! The director said with a smile on his face, "It's just amazing, Xinyu's acting skills don't have to be said." ”
Is it?
Han Xinyu smiled.
It's far worse than the performance of the Doomsday Crazy Flower crew.
This director is more famous than Li Xianyun, but his level is not necessarily better than Li Xianyun.
After being in the industry for a long time, I will compare when I see more people.
Han Xinyu knows that Li Xianyun's directorial foundation is too shallow, but it is precisely because of his shallowness that he is more and more valuable.
A young man who was born as a writer, relying entirely on self-study, has come to this point in just two years, and in terms of directing skills, he is no worse than the one in front of him, but the direction is different.
Li Xianyun is more pragmatic, when he shoots, he will consider the value of each shot, weigh the pros and cons, and use the money on the cutting edge.
As for the one in front of him, like most directors, he doesn't feel distressed about spending other people's money.
So some of them come by temperament, and in the end they shout to increase the budget when the money is not enough - oh, this is also the fault of most directors.
His high quality is made by throwing money at him, give him 50 million, even if he doesn't consider Li Xianyun's special effects, he may not be able to do better than Li Xianyun.
He can become a big director with an investment of 100 million, not because of his strength, but because he can drill camps and fool.
Well, this is also a skill, at least Li Xianyun doesn't have this ability.
He never coaxes, bastard.
Damn, why do I think of him again?
Han Xinyu sighed.
Director Liu sighed when he saw her, and was a little strange, "What's wrong, Xinyu?" ”
Han Xinyu shook his head, "It's okay, it's just that I'm not very satisfied." ”
"Or ...... One more time? Director Liu asked carefully.
Director Liu can be a man and has always been polite to celebrities. After all, he had seen it with his own eyes, and one of his director friends was originally selected, but he was swept down because a big name said "This director can't do it".
To eat this line of food, the relationship must be good.
Unless you get mixed up to Zhang Damu's level.
Han Xinyu shook his head: "Forget it." ”
Turn and walk towards your beach chair.
Damn, if you're not satisfied, you won't do it again. Director Liu scolded in his heart, smiling, "Have a good rest." ”
Turning his head, his face was vicious, "The next group, hurry up!" Do you still want to be stared at? Hurry up!! ”
Han Xinyu didn't pay attention to the excitement on the set, just lay quietly on the beach chair, and the little assistant gently wiped her body for her.
It's just that for some reason, the little assistant's hand suddenly stopped moving.
"Xiaoli, what are you doing?" Han Xinyu asked strangely.
Xiaoli didn't respond, Han Xinyu opened her eyes slightly to look at her, Xiaoli gave her an embarrassed smile, and her fingers gently pointed behind her.
Han Xinyu turned around slowly.
The moment he saw that familiar face, Han Xinyu's heart trembled.
She walked briskly, took just two steps, and stopped.
She slowly came to Li Xianyun's side with an elegant gait, and then couldn't help hugging him.