When it was time for lunch, the students came out of their respective teaching buildings, gathered in twos and threes, and walked to the cafeteria.

The office building of the directing department is just down the road from the cafeteria, and if anyone looks up, they will definitely find that an office on the east side of the third floor has strangely large open windows in the early winter.

It is the office of Tian Zhuang, the head of the directing department.

If you don't open the windows, you can't do it, and if you don't ventilate, you will have to call 119.

Sun Yi picked up the remote control of the air conditioner, "dripped", turned it up another degree, and turned his head to look at Tian Zhuang.

The ashtray on the old man's desk was already full of cigarette butts, and at the moment he was wearing a pair of reading glasses, holding a cigarette in one hand, a signature pen in the other, and smearing the script.

It's obviously a newly printed script, but it's full of folds at the moment, and it's still upturned with raw edges.

For most of the morning, Tian Zhuang has been reading the script repeatedly, and at the same time reading the original autobiography "Second Breath".

Finally, Tian Zhuang raised his head with slightly red eyes, breathed a long sigh of relief, refilled a cigarette for himself, put down the pen in his hand, clenched his fist unsatisfied, and said to Sun Yi with a trace of trembling: "I like this story, this is the redemption of human nature, this is the power that shocks the soul, this is the charm of film art." ”

The old man used an analogy, looking very excited, and completely lived up to the loneliness he had just made.

Sun Yi was secretly surprised, is this "medicine strength" too big.

For the first time, he felt a director's interest in the film in Tian Zhuang. How to put it, piety.

Yes, piety, a power that borders on faith.

This shocked him, and since his rebirth, he has made a few films, but this kind of behavior of treating movies as his own belief is something he has never felt before.

Sun Yi was a little self-deprecating.

After all, he is a layman, and he can't be so pure.

"What are you going to do with this film?"

Tian Zhuang rubbed his hands a little wryly, and in a hurry, he almost said what he wanted to shoot.

Sun Yi didn't expect this, he still can't quite understand the impatience of a director when he sees a good story, and he scratches his heart and wants to put the story on the big screen.

Following Tian Zhuang's question, he said his thoughts.

"Mr. Tian, let me tell you from the bottom of my heart, I just want to win the award for this film, and you also know that I am ready to try film industrialization in the starry sky, but film industrialization is not something I can succeed in alone, I can't do without the support of relevant national units, and I also need the help of various talents."

After speaking, Sun Yi paused for a moment, gave Tian Zhuang a little time to react, and then continued: "Teacher, you also know that our industry is also very particular about seniority, I am young and made a late debut, although I have made some achievements in business, but if I want to do such a big thing as promoting the industrialization of Chinese films, my qualifications are still slightly insufficient, if I want to convince the public, the award is my only choice at present." ”

"I don't have much experience in grasping this type of movie, so I want to ask the teacher to make a paper-cut to check it, and by the way, help me polish the script again."

Tian Zhuang held the cigarette and nodded, he who was over half a hundred years old and had experienced so many years of ups and downs, he could understand what Sun Yi meant with a little thought.

The implementation of film industrialization in China is tantamount to a reform aimed at the film and television industry.

We all know that Hollywood movies are industrialized, but why doesn't anyone really learn them.

What is the technical difficulty, supporting equipment, etc., and so on are all nonsense, the fundamental reason is that at present, in China, bad movies can still make money.

Find a few celebrities, save a book, pat it casually, expand publicity, and make money by designation, who is thankless to study what industrialization.

Don't look at the production costs of tens of millions of dollars for external publicity, they are all injected with water, all other yin and yang contracts, and they all say that they lose money after they are released, but in recent years, the number of movies has increased year by year, and I haven't seen a few film and television companies go bankrupt when they make movies.

It is true that this phenomenon also exists, but it is a very rare case, and the vast majority of film and television companies make a lot of money.

There are people who do the business of killing heads, but no one does the business of losing money.

If they all lose money, are these film and television companies making a pen, the more they lose money, the more they shoot?

This also forms a vicious circle, that is, "bad money drives out good money".

Film industrialization, if it fails, it's okay to say, what to do, but if it succeeds, it will definitely be a dimensionality reduction blow to the current Chinese film and television industry.

Take a look, Huaxia's local stars, Hollywood-level production technology, Huaxia's cost, and Oriental stories, all of these add up to Wang Bang.

The audience will inevitably be enthusiastic, but on the other hand, doing so is tantamount to smashing other people's jobs, or the whole circle.

Think about it, in the past, you could make money so casually, but now because of Sun Yi's appearance, film and television companies have to invest in research and development, and they have to be well-made, and the appeal of the stars can't compare to the special effects scenes.

In business, with the development momentum of the starry sky, he may not be afraid, but in public opinion, if those old qualifications, those brick family beasts in the circle jump out and accuse, with Sun Yi's current influence, it is really hard to say.

Therefore, he must improve his status, to put it bluntly, to have awards.

After thinking about this, Tian Zhuang agreed with Sun Yi's ideas very much, he was not arrogant or impatient, and while using limited resources, he was able to work steadily and steadily, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Sun Yi, this kid, is much stronger than when he was young, and the future is limitless.

Then he began to discuss the script with Sun Yi.

Sun Yi's current script has not been adapted, but the first version of the script made according to the autobiography "Second Breath", that is, the script of the movie in his previous life.

But he also wanted to insert this story in the context of the Chinese era.

In this way, it is a lot more difficult to operate in practice.

The most fascinating thing about the original film is that it interprets friendship in its purest form, regardless of skin color, age, wealth or poverty, only caring about the fit of heart to heart.

The real situation, the male protagonist Philip is a descendant of a nobleman in France, a vice president and executive of the Hennessy Group, a successful person, with a good higher education, an enviable family property, and a decent social status.

And Dries, who is also one of the male protagonists, is an Algerian immigrant, and is also an orphan, who was adopted when he was a child, lived in poverty, did not have much education, and did not have a fixed occupation, and had a disgraceful past because of robbery.

And such a story is transferred to China, if it is copied, the water and soil are obviously not satisfied.

In the original book, Philip's preferences as an upper-class person are still simple, opera is replaced with drama, oil painting is replaced by ink painting, music is a thing, there are no borders, and there is no need to change it.

But the most critical point, and the core point of the story, is that there is no skin color and immigration problem on the Chinese side, and there is no racial discrimination, it has always been a great national unity.

He couldn't even find a black man to play it.

So the depth of the whole story is lacking, and he can only add weight elsewhere and polish the details.

But how to get it, he doesn't have a clear idea yet, and Tian Zhuang is the same.

The two talked for a long time and didn't come up with a satisfactory direction for the adaptation, as directors, both of them have a good appreciation of the script, and they can point out the shortcomings of the adaptation of the Chinese version.

If this movie is just a casual film, it doesn't matter, there is no need to compare this truth at all, as far as the version that the two are talking about at the moment, it can already kill 90% of the books on the market in China in seconds.

But it is clear that neither is reconciled.

Sun Yi was smoking a cigarette sullenly, Tian Zhuang flipped through the original book, rubbing his chin on his hands, and he was so worried that he pulled off a few of his beards.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally Tian Zhuang slapped the original book on the table, and with a "snap", Sun Yi was startled, thinking that the old man had figured out how to adapt it.

"Teacher, what's wrong, do you have an idea?"

"There's a fart." Tian Zhuang burst out with a foul sentence under irritability, this feeling of knowing that the script is still insufficient, but not knowing how to deal with it, is too uncomfortable for the director.

It's okay if there is no original autobiography, and there is no harm if there is no comparison, but the rotation in reality is in front, and the foreign version of the script adapted by Sun Yi is still so deep, Tian Zhuang really doesn't want to make a low-profile version.

"No, we have to move the rescuers." Tian Zhuang took out his mobile phone from his pocket helplessly, and began to rummage through the address book, muttering in his mouth, "I have to be proud of him again." ”

Sun Yi watched the old man's movements and thought in his heart.

Who are you looking for, it looks like you're still old acquaintances, but it's a bit of a love and killing.

Here, Tian Zhuang had already found the phone number and dialed it out.

"Hey, old Lou. Haha,What do you mean by not daring to contact?,Isn't this taking the initiative to call you?,It's a good thing.,There's a good book.,You must like it.,What is looking for you to help.,It's to open your eyes.,Just invite you to drink Well.,Old place.,Donglaishun.。 ”

Putting down the phone, Tian Zhuang smiled at Sun Yi and said, "With this person coming, the book must be fine." ”

Sun Yi is still a little unclear, so, it's not that he thinks how awesome the script he adapted, he still knows how many pounds and taels he has, he has a lot of experience in commercial films, and now even if he doesn't rely on his previous life and makes an original one, he is confident that he can make a qualified book.

He just wanted to know what kind of sacredness the old man was in the old man's mouth, and he was worthy of his admiration, and the two of them pondered the script for most of the day, as if this one could succeed immediately.

Looking at Sun Yi's face full of doubts, Tian Zhuang smiled mysteriously and asked, "I don't know who it is?" ”

Sun Yi shook his head and said he didn't know.

Tian Zhuang's face seemed to fall into memory, leaned back in the chair, and asked, "Have you watched "Alive"?" Have you seen "Farewell My Concubine"? ”

Sun Yi was stunned.

Zun Du fake tut.

(End of chapter)