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Chapter 399: Ballet in the Steel Mill

Old Hu was stunned by Wang Gensheng's question, and then he remembered that half a year ago, Wang Gensheng avoided Hai Rui (dismissed from office) like the plague. He didn't expect that after so long, he still had such a big reaction.

He laughed hastily, stepped forward and patted Wang Gensheng on the shoulder: "No, no, this time our art troupe is going to stage a ballet called (The White-Haired Girl)."

When he heard it was a ballet, Wang Gensheng patted his chest and felt relieved.

"Brother, you don't know, in order to choreograph this dance, the actors in our troupe have suffered a lot, some of them even have their toes worn out..."

Wang Gensheng also let out a long sigh.

In this era, there is a ballet that is really not easy to perform!

Due to the limitations of the times, there were not a large number of professional ballet shoes available for so many artists to use, so they could only grit their teeth and sharpen their toes.

This dance "White-Haired Girl" was choreographed by the Shanghai Dance Academy in 1964. It premiered in 1965 and received wide acclaim.

It started in 1966 and caused imitations everywhere.

The art troupe in the steel mill is actually choreographing this play? Wang Gensheng said: "Our cinema will definitely give strong support."

When Lao Hu heard that Wang Gensheng was willing to help, he was extremely happy.

The Art Propaganda Troupe was rehearsing this play, and he was so worried that he almost broke his head. Old Hu looked at Wang Gensheng with a look of pleading in his eyes and sighed.

Patting Wang Gensheng on the shoulder, he said, "Brother, there is nothing more to say. I know that my imagination is far from yours. I will leave the matter of the self-filmed dance drama to you."

"Of course, if there is anything you need my advice on, just tell me directly. As long as we can make this dance drama a success, it will be a great help to my brother."

"Brother Hu, I'm just playing around, don't hold out too much hope."

Old Hu excitedly shook Wang Gensheng's hand and shook it vigorously. He knew that Wang Gensheng was just being polite. Thinking back to the time when he took the position of deputy director of the Propaganda Department, it was Wang Gensheng who guided him behind the scenes and helped him stand out at the sports meeting of the organizer.

"Brother, just go ahead and do it. Your words are enough. I appreciate your kindness."

"No, brother, what I just said is true."

"Well, it's settled, brother. By the way, has your sister-in-law given birth yet? I'm looking forward to drinking in your baby's full moon banquet."

"Haha, brother, you still remember this. My wife is still living in her hometown. The due date is three or four months away."

"Okay, then I'll prepare a big red envelope for you."

Wang Gensheng himself had never thought that just because he said a few more words, Brother Hu actually trusted him so much and threw the matter into his hands. Wang Gensheng could only sigh and shake his head.

I didn't expect to have another job to do. I am really destined to be a hard worker. Thinking about his deep impression and understanding of "The White-Haired Girl", to be honest, Wang Gensheng only remembered a few words about the plot content.

Knowing only a general idea of ​​the plot will not provide any help in terms of content and form of expression, so you can only work on the details.

The next day, when Brother Hu brought the steel rolling mill art troupe to the theater to start rehearsing, Wang Gensheng looked at the actors on the stage and fell silent.

"He looked at it for a long time and nodded, then shook his head and sighed. Wang Gensheng didn't see behind this, but Brother Hu saw all his performance.

He waited until the performance on stage was over before he dared to come up and communicate with Wang Gensheng. He was afraid that his words would interrupt Wang Gensheng's train of thought, so he came now to ask for his opinion on what had just happened.

"Brother, you are too focused on copying and imitating details, and you don't express our own ideas."

"Well, what does that mean?"

"This ballet is just a form of expression. Its purpose is to highlight the oppression of the working people by the evil old society. Then it praises the sunshine of the new era and the overthrow of the old society, and the happiness of the working people who are no longer oppressed."

"Most people can't get in touch with these things behind the scenes, and they can't think so deeply about them, but we need to express them in the form of art."

"That seems to be the case, so how should I shoot it?"

"In the old society, the lively and pretty Xi'er was turned into a ghost. Here, Xi'er is being beautified and then uglier. Look at Xi'er on the stage from beginning to end. Apart from the change in hair color, is there any sign of being persecuted?"

"In the new society, Xier, who has been transformed into a ghost, is transformed into a human being again. She needs to be transformed from ugly to beautiful through makeup and performance. This requires the coordination of lighting, makeup, costumes, props, etc."

"We can't just focus on copying our actors' looks, figures, ballet dances, and movements."

Brother Hu was stunned by what he heard. He had never thought that Wang Gensheng's understanding of this dance drama was so profound. The more he thought so, the more excited Brother Hu became.

Humbly asking Wang Gensheng how to improve, Wang Gensheng thought for a while and pointed at the beautiful Xier on the stage.

"She was painted as ugly as possible after being persecuted, and her clothes were changed into ragged beggar's clothes."

"Huang Shiren's exploitation and oppression is not cruel enough, not ugly enough. Try to show the uglier and more evil images in this one person; you can't just see the thief eating meat, but not the thief being beaten. You have to show the feeling that makes everyone hate it, that's it."

After saying this, Wang Gensheng suddenly realized that he seemed to have gone a little too far.

He subconsciously expressed the tone, actions and attitude he used when he was teaching Yu Yimiao, but now the person he was coaching was Brother Hu.

After realizing his mistake, he quickly bowed his head and apologized: "Brother Hu, I was just talking nonsense, please don't mind it. If there is anything wrong, just treat it as a joke, don't take it personally."

Brother Hu said modestly: "Brother, you are right. Please stop talking bad about me. I am too rigid-minded. I didn't expect to show the legacy of the old society in the form of performance."

"Through comparison, we can better understand the happiness and beauty of our current life. I understand your expression."

"Come on, you should sit in the middle seat. Tell us specifically how we can improve it."