Latent Syndrome

Chapter 37 37. Inspirational Movies

the next day.

Overcast and gray sky.

Hollywood, a conference room of a well-known film company.

One of L.A.'s most acclaimed directors and screenwriters, and her assistant, received a major notice.

Today a rich man will come to invest in a movie, and he must be greeted with the highest standards of courtesy.

It is said that this rich man has a crude idea that needs professionals to polish into a movie script. If it is suitable, he will hire outstanding directors and teams within the company to make a movie. Not only will the company sign a high-profit sharing contract, but also Bear all costs required for film production.

This kind of skill has to be surprising, because this is a sure-profit deal, which means that the rich man will bear all losses.

The conference room is well-lit, with assembly line imitations of famous paintings mounted on the walls, carefully tended potted plants and minimalist furnishings, making the place look more upscale.

Different from the screenwriter's imagination, the person who came was not a rich old man who was halfway into the world and wanted to entertain himself, but a... young man wearing a black leather jacket.

Accompanying him was a man wearing a silver striped suit and glasses with a very solemn expression.

"Just like your boss told you, I want to make an inspirational film."

All personnel have been deployed. As long as Di Zong has a thought, he can immediately set off a tsunami in Luo City.

And now Di Wei is about to kick off this hell, a declaration similar to a divine revelation.

If you just occupy the TV station and make extreme remarks, it is just a bad trick of terrorists and a low-level clumsy technique.

The real penetration comes from subtlety, from the awakening of the inner tear, so as to rise and transcend in this absurd sea of ​​sinking.

The screenwriter listened carefully to every word of this rich man.

The sound insulation effect of the room is excellent. The modern disc clock on the wall, with the second hand running crisply, makes the atmosphere somewhat quiet.

"Inspirational films... come in many forms, including sports competitions, career, or campus themes. Can I know which one you want?"

The screenwriter instructed a female assistant to write down Di Biao's request in a notebook, and at the same time asked another female assistant to pour tea for Di Biao.

"I don't know what kind of subject it is, but it needs to be close to reality, and don't do anything like a hero, or vulgar plots like helping noble people and life mentors." Di Wei pondered, tapping his two fingers on the table. , thought for a while and added: "But it needs to have elements of horror and horror. It is about a person who is very failed and confused in life. He tried his best but could not achieve any goal. Later he discovered the crux of the problem, because He didn't even know what he was trying to defeat, so everything he did was naturally useless. Finally, he discovered this enemy, and this enemy was invincible, because what he wanted to fight was the universe itself, so he chose Accept yourself, accept the ugliest side of yourself, because he is indeed unique in this regard, and finally live out his true self."

Di Wei thinks this description is very appropriate.

The female assistant wrote down everything she said very seriously, but the screenwriter felt the seriousness of the problem.

"In this case... due to the rating system, I think the minimum rating is PG13, or even R-rated, which will have a lot of impact on the box office."

The screenwriter probably understood what the rich man meant. He wanted to make a different "inspirational film", but it was not about self-improvement, but about self-destruction.

"I have a way to fix the level problem."

Di Wei said seriously.

"This has nothing to do with those... It was formulated by people from the Film Association. You should know that our market is global..."

The screenwriter speculates that the rich man is someone who doesn't know much about the film industry.

"I have a way to fix the level problem."

Di Wei just repeated those words.

"In this case... it is inconsistent with mainstream values ​​and may affect the box office."

The screenwriter does care about these issues.

"I don't care about the box office."

"I don't even care if it gets released."

"I only need... one master tape, which can be used to copy thousands of backup master tapes."

Di Wei said calmly.

Ash opened the suitcase, and the green paper inside was folded very neatly, exuding fatal temptation.

"I don't even give a fuck about contracts, I'd rather have an old-fashioned gentleman's agreement."

Di Wei lit a cigarette and smoked it.

The screenwriter has already signaled the female assistant to get the best red wine from the wine cabinet.

"Do you have any other requirements for other details?"

the screenwriter asked.

Di Wei shook his head. It took a long time anyway, so he couldn't rush for success.

"Then there is one final question. Characters are the core of a movie. Do you have any considerations for casting?"

The screenwriter took out a booklet from the portfolio and said, "These movie stars have cooperated with us. See if there is anything you want."

This screenwriter made his debut with a CULT-level film, which won high praise from insiders and some loyal fans. However, he later transitioned to commercial films due to various reasons.

Di Wei turned around and frowned.

"I think these are inappropriate and completely inconsistent with the objective facts. They are all beautiful gentlemen and ladies who seem to be very successful. How could they have failed lives."

Di Zhu put the back of his hand on his chin, thinking, the green in his eyes was breathtaking.

"What I need is hatred, isolation, despair, and powerlessness."

"I've thought about it, the protagonist must be a woman."

"A woman who looks like a loser at first glance must be ugly, short, and like a fat pig."

"Nobody's going to fuck her because she's a fucking Jurassic dinosaur, and then there's love drama every night, and you know, some people at night, they touch themselves."

"She's so ugly that she can't even find a job, so she just dresses up as a fucking amusement park puppet and takes off her hood and makes the kids cry."

Di Wei thought this was a genius idea, like an apple hitting Newton's head.

One of the screenwriter's female assistants had changed her face, and there was hidden hostility in Di Biao's eyes.

The screenwriter was very interested.

"It doesn't matter who you cast, it doesn't matter if you use CG special effects or the like."

"The focus is on the spirit, the spirit is the most important."

"Do you know about the Symbolic Realm?"

"She wants to be completely integrated into the symbolic world, and she is to be instilled with all the mainstream values."

"But all of it made her feel uncomfortable."

"This is invisible brainwashing disguised as beeswax, thereby wasting her true talent."

"Just like when your boss asks you to go to work, if he gives orders directly, you can feel that this is an adversarial relationship and you will only work for profit."

"And when your boss pretends to be your good buddy and asks you to work in the name of a friend, you don't feel confrontation. This invisible slavery kills everyone. When you are coerced, you can only work with dedication. Influence yourself and become a pig or a dog.”

"Right, that is it."

"Until one day, she realized that she didn't have to live by such rules at all."

"She realized that her only talent was ugliness, and God gave her the skills to commit horrific crimes. This is a gift. She cannot refuse this innate talent. It is a blessing from God. If she can do this the words said."

"When people cannot realize themselves in virtue, I think they can only find it in pain and evil."

Di Wei nodded, thinking this was a motto.

The female assistant was speechless.

The female assistant who had just gone out to get the wine returned to the conference room and poured wine for the screenwriter and the two visitors.

"Sir, please forgive my vulgar language...but you are a fucking genius!"

The screenwriter was amazed, and the enthusiasm in his eyes was absolutely false.

In the crisp sound of clinking glasses.

Di Wei finally added.

"As for the finale, friends, it's actually a documentary, cheers."

Di Wei drank the wine in the glass and said calmly.