I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

  Chapter 214 212. For Art! (Thanks to the leader of "Ye Wang"!)

  Night, under the grape arbor.

"So let me tell you, the piano is too talented, you know? If you want to learn, you can, but if you find that your child doesn't like it or has no talent, you should move the piano away. The farther away the better, my cousin is now I hate the piano so much that my teeth itch..."

  Holding a glass full of red wine, Lang Lang, blushing, answered Yang Mi's idea of ​​"We want our children to learn piano in the future".

  At this moment, all the dishes on the table were eaten up.

   Various bones and food scraps were placed on the table in a mess.

   There are five or six red wine bottles on the side.

  No one chose to eat in the restaurant today.

  The main reason is that the grapes in the yard have entered the mature stage. This way of eating under the grape arbor can almost be said to be the childhood of many people.

   In addition, there is a fan blowing here, even if it is a little hot, it is comfortable to eat.

   There are mosquitoes.

  Wang Sicong has type B blood, his thighs are almost swollen right now.

  Before the meal, Yang Mi had already cut a few bunches of small grapes and put them in ice water to chill. Now she took them out, and the grapes were like wine. While eating, she chatted freely and was quite happy.

   Lang Lang is a very talkative person.

  The character is not introverted.

  Originally, including Zhang Qianqian, both of them felt that "ah, the artist must be very cold".

   It turned out that it was not the same thing after drinking the wine.

  Although Lang Lang is an artist.

   is also famous.

  But regardless of his temper or character, he has a very strong and bold style.

   Even asked before the meal:

   "Isn't it okay to order some white ones?... Is it okay to eat sauerkraut without ordering some white ones?"

   But when Jay Chou is present, there is usually no one and liquor.

   Jay Chou wants to protect his throat, but when he gets drunk, he will become a little self-willed.

  The more you don't let me do something, the more you will do it.

  So when we first met Wang Sicong, we went out to have a meal together. After Jay Chou drank half a catty of baijiu and vomited up the toilet, everyone basically defaulted to never drinking baijiu during his dinner.

   Human food, the addiction is still big.

  The most important thing is to vomit more.

  This is really the first time Xu Xin has seen a person who grows so big that he can vomit and block the toilet.

   Although Jay Chou repeatedly explained that he wanted to brush his teeth after throwing up, but accidentally dropped the toothbrush into the toilet, which caused the blockage...

   But the question is who will believe it.

  Tell the dog that the dog will not believe it.

  And now hearing Lang Lang's words, Wang Sicong nudged Xu Xin who was looking down at the script with his elbow:

   "Hey, why don't you learn the piano? I think what Lao Lang said makes sense. Simply, boys learn Sanda, girls learn the violin... how elegant the violin is!"

   "!"

   "!"

   In a word, both Jay Chou and Lang Lang cast their gazes over.

   "Speak well and don't curse!"

  Learning Xu Xin's mantra, Jay Chou showed a signal of obvious dissatisfaction:

   "In terms of elegance, what is better than a piano!?"

"No, I don't agree with you if you say that the violin is simple, or that it is easy for girls to learn the violin. How elegant is that thing? Can it be as elegant as the piano? Although it is quite elegant...but it must not be as elegant as the piano. This is definitely."

"Well…"

  Listening to what the two said, Wang Sicong opened his mouth...

   After finding out that the verbal battle against the Confucian scholars was a bit overwhelming, I quickly confessed:

   "It's wrong, it's wrong, come, come, drink, drink..."

   "Punish one yourself."

   Just after Jay Chou finished speaking, Lang Lang waved his hand:

"One is not enough, three are enough... so, come, come, I will fill you up... just this one cup. After drinking one cup, I will make a mistake for you on the piano, okay?...don't stare, so, I Make a statement first, okay?"

   As he spoke, the pair of hands worth 80 million clasped their fists together and arched upwards:

   "Sorry, my friend was wrong, I apologize for him!"

   "Pfft...hahahahaha..."

   Jay Chou on the side laughed like crazy.

   Then pointing at Wang Sicong tremblingly:

   "Drink!"

   "..."

  Wang Sicong was really speechless.

  Northeast wine Mengzi Jiawan booed the king.

  These two people are too social.

Fine…

   A glass of red wine was poured into the young master's mouth.

  Putting down the cup, picked up a clear cucumber stick, he glanced at Xu Xin again:

   "Hey, you're boring now, we're having fun chatting, what kind of script do you read?"

  Hearing this, Xu Xin put down the Immortal Sword script that had just been printed out, and picked up the wine glass:

   "Don't watch it. Come, drink, drink..."

   “…I just fined one myself.”

   "Isn't it three? You still owe two... Eh? Why is your glass of wine still full?"

   "Nonsense, I just poured it myself."

   "Who saw it? Did you see it? You didn't drink it, did you?...Drink it! What the **** are you raising fish! Hurry up!"

"roll roll roll…"

   "Hahahahaha..."

   There were bursts of laughter again in the small courtyard.

  Yang Mi, who was also drinking with flushed cheeks, handed over a grilled shrimp at this time.

"Give."

  Xu Xin turned his head and took a bite.

  The two of them started spreading dog food.

  The three single dogs in Lane are full of disgust.

  Zhang Qianqian was fine, but now that the red wine was strong, she was a little dizzy.

  There is no one else tonight, Xu Miao went out to socialize, and Xu Daqiang went to have dinner with his future in-laws.

  When the two children were "engaged", the expression on the father-in-law's face was very strange. Happy and disappointed at the same time... Xu Daqiang went up with two bottles of Moutai from the car.

   I don't plan to come back tonight.

  The wine has three rounds, and the food has five flavors.

   Lang Lang, who took time to go to the toilet, opened Xu Xin's "screening room" because he was not familiar with the environment.

  Since "Not Drunk", that place has become the tender hut for Xu Xin and Yang Mi.

   When I have nothing to do, what I like to do most is to buy two movies and get back on the sofa inside.

  Cuddle up and watch a movie or something.

  Of course...it started with serious movies.

   But Yang Mi... how should I put it, sometimes she has a big brain.

   There is also a heart that is not satisfied with "loneliness".

   After coming and going, I dislike the 75-inch screen that Xu Xin originally made, which is not effective, and the clarity of the projector is not good.

   Can't connect to computer yet...

   Specially bought a 100-inch curtain, and added a computer here.

  The kind that can be connected to the Internet.

   As for what movies to watch on the Internet with a computer...

   Then you have to ask her.

  Anyway, the sound insulation effect of the room is quite good. As long as the door is not opened, most people can't hear the sound.

   After seeing the things inside, Lang Lang was stunned for a while.

  After going to the toilet, he suddenly asked:

   "Hey, can you watch movies in that room?"

   "..."

  Yang Mi's heart twitched instinctively.

  Just when I was about to find an excuse, I heard my boyfriend say something silly:

   "Yes. The 100-inch curtain looks comfortable. What's the matter? Want to watch a movie?"

"Let's go, the meal is over, and the wine is not enough. I saw whiskey in the tea room just now? I have a box of authentic Cuban cigars in my car. Before we met, the old Maozi invited me to play to celebrate When World War II was won and the president changed, the Cuban ambassador gave...whiskey + cigars, is that the whole deal?"

  It's okay if he doesn't mention it, but when he mentions it, Jay Chou and Wang Sicong's eyes light up.

"What brand?"

  Hearing what Jay Chou said, Lang Lang said directly:

   "It must be authentic Cohiba! Cuban authentic, that is a national gift for Lao Maozi!"

   "I'm stupid! Good thing... go, go, get it together. That whiskey was given by me, and Lao Xu doesn't even know how to drink it. It's authentic Macallan whiskey! Go and go..."

  Whiskey, cigars.

  The combination of the two words immediately made the men present feel agitated.

   "..."

   But Yang Mi's eyes were strange.

  After thinking about it, she said:

   "Let's go... Then what, I'm going to turn on the air conditioner, and the room hasn't been used for a long time, so I'll re-spread the sofa sheet first, so you won't have to smoke a cigar before burning my fabric sofa..."

   "I'll buy it when it's hot, what's... er..."

   Seeing his girlfriend's eyes that suddenly became "dangerous", Xu Xin quickly shut up.

  He also seemed to remember something...

  The others didn't think much about it at the moment.

   Mainly because the yard is also hot.

  Wang Sicong was blocked by Lang Lang's grid, and the wind was still less.

  In addition to drinking, the blood flow speeds up, and he is so hot that he is sweating right now.

  He simply came up with a sentence:

   "Old Xu, find me some of your clothes, I'll change. It's too hot."

   "Okay...Old Wolf is going to get the cigars and wheels, you and Lao Wang help my sister-in-law clear the table, and I will get the clothes."

   It's not good to slap your **** after eating and leave.

  The two of them have no opinion.

  As for Yang Mi...

   She has run to the home theater room.

  The time when the computer was turned on made her days feel like years.

   Fortunately, there is nothing in this computer, and the boot speed is not very slow.

   After turning on the computer and turning on the projector, she didn't have time to open the curtain, she faced the white wall, took the mouse and quickly opened the D drive, found a folder named "Learning Materials", and clicked the right mouse button...

   When she moved to the word "delete", she still felt a little distressed...

   After all, there are still a few beautiful series in it... very good-looking.

  But right now I don't care that much.

   "Click."

successfully deleted.

   Empty Trash!

  Then opened the BIT and emptied all the seeds inside.

   Then I turned on the player and cleared all the playlists...

   Oh yes, the shortcut folder label in the start menu has also been deleted!

  Professional is more professional than professional!

   "Hoo..."

  She breathed a sigh of relief.

   Only then did I have time to unfold the 100-inch curtain.

  Looking at the clean WINDOWSXP, I smiled with satisfaction.

   Then, Xu Xin and Lang Lang over there also walked in.

  Yang Mi turned her head and smiled:

   "Then you guys do it, I'm going to read the script."

  Xu Xin, who didn't know anything about his girlfriend's extreme stretching just now, was stupid and asked:

   "Don't you read it? After drinking...what script do you still read?"

   "You have to be prepared. But don't drink too much, I have to talk to you at night."

"Know it."

  The heartless Young Master Xu sat in front of the sofa, looking at the wooden box in Lang Lang's hand with a little curiosity:

   "Is this a national gift?"

"That's right, look, isn't it? The Castro logo is still there... Well, it's exposed to the wind and the sun... This thing seems to need the same stable storage conditions as red wine. I don't know if the taste has changed... I don't quite understand, do you understand?"

   "I don't know... I just know that this thing can't pass the lungs."

   "It's okay, I'll ask them later... what are we watching?"

   "Well... what do you want to see? All I have here are the film copies given to me by Xiying Studio."

  He pointed to the fifty or sixty film boxes on the shelf:

   "This screen is too big, and the movies that can be downloaded from the Internet are projected on it, and the clarity is quite poor. If you want to watch it, it's best to watch it on film. But these are old movies..."

   "Old movies are better."

  Lang Lang nodded:

   "Your room really has the feeling of watching movies in the square of the Cultural Palace when we were young...Let me see..."

  He walked up to the row of boxes.

  "Heroes of Heaven and Earth", "Kung Fu", "Old Well", "Yellow Earth", "Farewell My Concubine"...

   "Shall we watch "Farewell My Concubine"? I haven't watched that movie well yet."

   "...?"

  Xu Xin was taken aback:

   "Haven't you seen Farewell My Concubine?"

   "I have seen it, but when I was very young, I watched it in the video hall with my classmates. I remember that Ge You was a second chair. Later, when I went abroad to chat with foreigners about our movie, many people would talk about this movie."

   "Okay, then "Farewell My Concubine"."

  Xu Xin took the film box and put it on the projector.

  The original copy of Xiying Film Studio has a very good texture.

   Jay Chou and Wang Sicong, who had finished their work, also walked in.

   Still holding several glasses and a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

   "Where are the ice cubes? Are there any ice cubes at home?"

   "Take it from the kitchen."

So, busy, and finally adding the iced grapes brought by Zhang Qianqian, cut watermelon, etc., the four gentlemen closed the door, secretly turned on the desk lamp in a corner, and each had a glass of whiskey , lit a cigar.

  Smoky.

   "Farewell My Concubine..."

   Leaning on the comfortable sofa with a cigar in his mouth, Jay Chou shook his head with some emotion:

"Pity…"

   "What a pity?"

  Lang Lang asked while looking at Duan Xiaolou and Cheng Dieyi under the camera.

  Wang Sicong on the side shook the amber-like wine in the glass under the light, and said:

   "Zhang Guorong chant..."

   As he spoke, he continued:

"I'm not afraid to tell you that I have never been able to get Zhang Guorong, do you understand? They say that he is good at acting, good at acting, and good at singing... For his song, I only have "A Chinese Ghost Story" "...Oh yes, and "The Wind Continues to Blow" I think is good, and the others are just as good. Anyway, to me, he is not a god."

   Zhang Guorong's fans must not be happy to hear this.

   But today there are no outsiders.

   Just chatting.

   "Especially this "Farewell My Concubine"...including Chen Kaige as well. I don't think this film is any better..."

   While talking, the screen has turned to black and white.

   As he spoke, he asked:

   "Old Xu, is this movie better?"

  Xu Xin nodded, exhaling bitter smoke:

   "Pfft... very awesome."

   "...Where is Niubi?"

"Well…"

  Watching the prostitute played by Jiang Wenli walk forward with a child and push away a shot of a client, he thought for a while, pressed pause, and then started to go backwards.

  The three of them were a little puzzled.

  Seeing Xu Xin rewind the camera to the black and white segment, which is when Jiang Wenli first appeared on stage, he continued:

   "Let's not talk about professional things, you pay attention to the changes in her expression..."

  Looking at Yanhong, a prostitute who is walking forward while protecting her child in the noise of the overpass in the camera, Xu Xin said:

   "Attention, when the client comes on stage, you pay attention to the smile on her face and the changes behind it."

  The voice fell, and the voice of the client sounded:

   "Yo, isn't this Yanhong?"

   Yan Hong, played by Jiang Wenli, walked forward with her son in her arms and smiled.

   But she didn't stop walking, and kept going.

  But the client put his hand on her face.

   Accompanied by a movement, the smile on Yan Hong's face disappeared, and following the words "I haven't seen you, you miss me to death", she slapped away the hand that was placed on her face.

   Then keep going.

  The client was still following, seeing her walking fast, he stretched out his hand to stop her:

   "Hey hey..."

  Ke Yanhong saw that she was blocked, but she pushed the client away rudely.

  The client was a little annoyed, and when Yanhong walked away, he showed a fierce expression, pointed at Yanhong and cursed:

   "Bitch!"

   Then, there is a scene showing the prosperity of the overpass.

  Among various operas, gongs and drums, human voices, and noise, Xu Xin explained:

"Did you see that Yanhong picked up the baby. Old Wang, think about all the scenes of her appearance... She didn't say a word, right? Even the name was called out by the prostitute, but you are now very concerned about this character. How do you feel?"

"Well…"

  Wang Sicong thought for a while looking at the children with monkey faces smeared and somersaulting in the picture:

   "A mother is strong? A woman is weak, but a mother is strong?"

  Xu Xin continued to ask:

   "Wheel, what about you?"

   Jay Chou thought for a while and said:

   "She hates her job, doesn't she?"

  Then without Xu Xin asking, Lang Lang said:

"The most important thing for her is her child. From the beginning, even if she was in a hurry, she protected the child. When there were too many people, such a big child was not too heavy. She hugged her directly... just to show the child a performance... This is the most important person in her life."

"Look, in this scene, Jiang Wenli didn't have a single line, and it was even just an opening scene. The three of you have already seen all kinds of life from it... In fact, this is where the movie is amazing. The use of language in this scene, in the I can almost say that I have reached the extreme. There are no lines, and there is no need for lines, but as long as you see Jiang Wenli's face, her movements, and expressions, you will understand a lot of things... Do you understand? And here..."

   While Xu Xin was speaking, the screen had already switched to the troupe. The kid who just hit his forehead with a brick, that is, Duan Xiaolou, was being whipped by the master with his **** half exposed.

   And in this whipping, the camera has gradually changed from black and white to color.

"Here is the peak use of the first lens. The metaphor of this black-and-white scene is actually very simple, that is, monotony and bitterness. But it suddenly and slowly turns into a colorful world. You pay attention to the child's face. Blue, blue represents In order to be calm, restrained, selfish, ruthless...

   But here this blue color is displayed in a gradual color amidst the child's screams of pain. It is oil paint, which is painted on the face. The children themselves are innocent and innocent, but they are artificially painted with such indifferent and ruthless colors. got it? This is mixed with the utilitarianism of adults... The picture is too tense!

Chen Kaige's use of lens language is different from Director Zhang's. Director Zhang likes strong, but he likes to use this kind of green embellishment among thousands of flowers to highlight the innocent, even righteous and passionate child in this environment. In the midst of it, she is being brought into a cold world where "if you learn opera, you will become a role, and if you don't, what awaits you is indifference". "

   "..."

   "..."

   "..."

  The three of them didn't speak, they just watched the footage go by frame by frame, with Xu Xin's explanation.

  From the color, to the language of the camera, to the opening ten minutes of Jiang Wenli's acting transformation for the child's future, from mother to prostitute, to pinning all hopes on the child...

  Let them finally understand their own "Farewell My Concubine".

   In fact, some things are just like this. The difference between a layman and an expert is just explained in a few words.

When Xu Xin disassembled and crushed everything, and told them where the magic was in this part and how unconstrained was that part, in the eyes of the three, the whole "Farewell My Concubine" was as artistic as it was Words have risen to another level.

Indeed, this work by Chen Kaige... Leaving aside the gossip, such as "This was filmed by Chen Huaikai, and he was called the director just to let his son gain a foothold", or "Ge You made a fake show for real. "some type of.

   Those are all speculative things, not to mention Xu Xin, even Zhang Yimou doesn't know.

   There is no need to be clear.

  Because, no matter what kind of gossip, it can't affect the status of "Farewell My Concubine" in film history, and even in the history of Chinese film.

   This is beyond doubt.

four people.

   A bottle of Macallan whiskey.

   Four cigars.

  In addition, the uncut 2 hours and 44 minutes of the West Film Studio film is presented, and Xu Xin's interpretive voice runs through the whole film.

   The three of them really understood it during these two hours.

   After reading "Farewell My Concubine", I also understood my own "Farewell My Concubine".

  Facing Xu Xin's conclusion at the end, the conclusion that "there are 10,000 Hamlets in the eyes of 10,000 people", the three of them were convinced.

   Indeed, this movie does.

but…

   "Old Xu Niubi."

  The drunken Wang Sicong sighed with emotion:

   "Without your interpretation, I might not be able to understand it until now... It turns out that there are so many things in a movie."

"really."

  Lang Lang also nodded:

  "Although it is said that art is common, but...without you explaining it to us here, we might still not understand where the magic of the movie "Farewell My Concubine" is."

   "But now there is a problem that there are still more people who don't understand~"

   Staring at the camera, Duan Xiaolou's heart-piercing "dieyi", Jay Chou shook his head slightly:

"In fact, movies are the same as making music. What professional musicians hear is not the same as what audiences hear... It's like some mouth-watering songs that audiences like very much, but to musicians, those music, eh, just It's very ordinary... I don't understand why everyone likes it so much. There is still a layer of things in between..."

   "That's because they lack someone like Lao Xu who is willing to explain himself."

  Wang Sicong shrugged:

"Just like today, if Lao Xu didn't explain, I would just watch this whole thing. But after he explained, I suddenly realized that I understood a lot, and I understood where the cow is in this movie... This is The so-called difference.

  For example, this "Farewell My Concubine", such as "Red Sorghum"... Many people can't understand it. I used to think that the director had a problem... But when Lao Xu said this, I actually understood it. To put it bluntly, no one led him in, and someone explained it, just like when we go to class, Lao Xu told me where the movie is so good, and we immediately understood.

  What kind of lens is used, as well as those... the lens that seems natural to ordinary audiences like us, and where is the acting skills of the actors. If no one talks about it, it will be divided. You look at yours, I look at mine. People who know how to do it don't bother to talk about it, and people who don't know how to do it look at it in a daze, and they will never understand. Isn't that the reason... Uh... Hey, Old Xu! "

   While talking, suddenly, Wang Sicong's eyes became excited:

   "Why don't you make this thing up, how about it?"

"…What?"

  Perhaps because Xu Xin was already on the top right now, Xu Xin was a little unresponsive.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Just put on a show like this."

  Pointing to the cast list of "Farewell My Concubine", Wang Sicong said with a smile:

   "Just interpreting these movies and so on, I think it's much more interesting than just watching them! It's like taking a class. It's very interesting to take apart these classic masterpieces and talk about them."

   "Interpreting...the movies?"

  Xu Xin was taken aback.

"yes."

  Wang Sicong nodded.

"Didn't you say that you would stay in school to teach, and then go another way? Now I suddenly feel that you are very suitable...Really, teach students how to distinguish good movies from bad ones, tell them what is good about this movie, and what is bad about it... !"

  Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his eyes lit up all at once.

"Hey, if this thing is done successfully, in the future... won't it be able to decide the life and death of a movie? For example. Do you know what kind of situation Wanda often encounters?... It's about film scheduling, some Movies are so **** bad, you know? I go to the movies a lot, and I watch a lot of them before they come out... It's outrageous, you know?

  Those bad movies will take the form of increasing the share, let the theaters push it...just feed others shit, you know? Really, it can disgust people to death. I've always thought it was kind of **** up to crowd out some movies that I thought were pretty good. Old Xu, if this program is successful, wouldn't you have the right to speak right away? Wouldn’t it be nice to recommend those good-looking movies, and to crush the bad ones, so as to save the movie tickets of the big guys? A word of life and death! I'm stupid, Niubi! "

   "..."

   "..."

   "..."

  As soon as these words came out, let alone Xu Xin, even Lang Lang and Jay Chou were speechless.

   "Hey, Old Wang."

   Jay Chou couldn’t help reminding the excited Wang Sicong:

"Please, it sounds powerful, but... it's very offensive. You want to simply ask Ah Xin to help some ordinary movie fans improve their art appreciation skills. I think your idea is very good. But you The words are too radical! Ah Xin will offend everyone by doing this... Besides, you are poaching your own corner, increasing the share of theaters, and Wanda will also make money~ Is it really appropriate for you to do this?"

"Well…"

  Wang Sicong was stunned.

   And just when everyone, including Xu Xin, thought it was "wrong" for him to react.

  Suddenly, I heard the young master categorically say:

   "Why isn't it appropriate? I don't care about increasing the 2%, 3% theater share... I'm doing it for art!"

   "..."

   "..."

   "..."

  To be honest, anyone who hears Wang Sicong's words will have a sense of "this person's ideological awareness is really high".

   But it's too late to sigh.

  The young master said again:

   "Damn, who told them to feed me **** first!"

   "..."

   "..."

   "..."

have to.

   As soon as these words were uttered, the first half of the whole scene collapsed.

   After all...

  The young master is still "revenging privately".

   Hearing this, Lang Lang couldn't help laughing:

   "Didn't Guo Degang say that people always want to eat shit, but as long as they don't chew it's fine."

   "Hahahahaha..."

   Jay Chou burst out laughing.

  Wang Sicong was stunned for a moment, but also laughed:

   "Hahahaha, I've heard this passage before, it's so fun! Hahahaha..."

  Everyone is laughing.

  Only Xu Xin.

   Thoughtful...

   "Let Ah Xin help some ordinary movie fans improve their art appreciation ability"?

   Jay Chou's words touched his heartstrings.

   Thanks to the leader of the "Ye Wang" boss. Currently owes "5 more"! In addition, the main supporting role in this book comes to Lang Lang, and a table of mahjong is enough. 14,000 ask for a monthly pass!

  (end of this chapter)