MTL - I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad-Chapter 381 379. I Was Right, You Are Wrong (3/2)

   Chapter 381 379. I am right, it is you who are wrong (32)

   "Director Wang's play, filming in one year? Is it possible?"

  Yang Mi first asked a core question.

  Who doesn't know that Wang Jiawei is slow in filming?

  Not to mention "Evil, West Poison" and the like, it took 5 years to film "2046".

   Now let him finish filming within a year?

   Is this a joke?

  Xu Haofeng shook his head seriously:

   "There will definitely be endless filming."

"what is it now?"

   "Procrastinate. Anyway, the filming has already started, and the investment has been invested in it for ten years... Although the pressure is still there, Director Wang is used to it."

   "..."

   "..."

  The couple who were at odds with each other didn't know what to say.

   How capricious...

   Really deserves to be you.

   At this time, Yang Mi unconsciously said:

   "Ten years... more than 60 million... Oh my god, if this money is used in the real estate market... don't mention anything else, ten years ago, how many houses in Pudong would you have to buy for more than 60 million? How many times must it be multiplied now?"

   "What are you thinking about?"

  Xu Xin rolled his eyes:

   "The more than 60 million yuan is not a one-time investment. It is a little bit of hard work. But..."

   As he spoke, he looked at Xu Haofeng:

   "Although I have no objection to Director Wang, but... I still can't figure it out, how could it be possible to make a movie so slowly?"

   "...How does Director Xu usually make movies?"

"Design the sub-shots in my mind, and think clearly about what needs to be expressed in each sub-shot. Then, after finding the actor, I nest the image of the actor in my mind, and form a movie through all the story fragments. After a few rounds in my mind If you find something wrong, you can adjust it in time.”

   "...?"

  Xu Haofeng was taken aback.

   "Compose the story in your head?"

"yes."

  Xu Xin nodded:

   "As a director, you must understand the script, right? Connect all the stories of the script together, and go through it in your head, isn't it over?"

   "...???"

   Seeing his strange expression, Xu Xin asked back:

"What's the matter?"

   "No need to adjust?"

   "It's necessary, it's fine if you can't adjust it in your head. You have a general idea in your mind, and then you can match it with the set background of the crew. Doesn't a picture come out?"

   "...??????"

  Xu Haofeng's expression became even more strange.

   "Director Xu...you...do you go through it in your head first and imagine it yourself?"

   "That's right... Director Xu, aren't you?"

   "..."

  If Xu Haofeng knew Zhang Yimou and they sat and chatted together, he would probably agree with the old man's words:

   "That's a talent that ordinary people can't learn."

  Other directors who do not make adjustments according to the situation on the scene, such as lighting or angles, repeatedly look for what works well...what works well...

   How about you, just start "playing the movie" in your head? ? ?

  伱 Where did the monster come from...

   And Xu Xin didn't feel anything wrong with Xu Haofeng's strange eyes.

  Director filming...one habit per person.

  He didn’t mean to draw a complete film directly in his mind, and then follow the original film.

  Doesn’t it have to be adjusted?

   It is not integrally formed.

  So he doesn't think he's so good.

  Just after hearing what Xu Haofeng said, he thought about it and said:

   "That is to say, she was not selected because she is inferior to Zhang Ziyi?"

   "That's right... we really don't have time to revise the script. And... after all, the length of Gong Er is too heavy. If we really do this, the plot of Yixiantian will be gone."

   "...tsk."

  Xu Xin didn't know what to say for a while.

   Let Shanghai Film Studio give some time to slow down?

  This method works...

   But the problem is not so humble, right?

   What's more, if the script remains unchanged... relying on a director's intuition, Xu Xin felt a considerable limitation.

   Just thinking about it, Yang Dalin walked in from outside the door:

   "The pot is boiling, why don't you eat first?"

   "Hey, okay... Director Xu, shall we chat while eating?"

"good."

   "What kind of wine to drink? Is Moutai okay?"

   "This...is still driving a car."

   "Then what's the point? It's okay to have someone send it to you in a while. Let's take Moutai, Moutai + shabu-shabu, isn't it good?"

  Xu Xin smiled and looked at the wine on the cabinet...

  I chose Moutai from 1991, which is the rarest bottle in stock.

  Xu Haofeng has really put in a lot of effort for the role of wife, and it can be seen that he is really unwilling...

   This person can deal with.

   Then drink a good bottle.

  …

   It is still unknown how many Moutais the old Xu family has.

  Even Xu Xin himself didn't know.

  Anyway, in my impression, at the time when many people joked that eating cut cakes and drinking Moutai was a rich person, his family’s Moutai had been in "long-term and stable" supply for many years.

   And there are all kinds of years.

   Even the daily drink is not the Moutai produced in that year.

   But at least five or six years ago.

  The new Moutai that year drank and coughed.

  The stove provides strong temperature support for the greenhouse in winter. With the steaming hot pot on the table, Xu Haofeng's glasses have formed a thick layer of hoarfrost as soon as they entered the greenhouse.

   Today's meal is for three people.

  Yang Dalin and his wife basically don't get involved with their daughter and son-in-law's work. They are content with their grandson and granddaughter eating their own food.

  The steaming hot pot is very suitable for drinking, especially the soft taste of this vintage wine with a slightly yellowish liquid.

   After taking a sip of wine, Xu Haofeng couldn't help but nodded as he tasted the taste of the fresh hand-cut mutton mixed with sesame sauce:

   "Shabu-shabu still has to be eaten at home. It's really delicious."

   "Haha~"

  Looking at his sincere praise, Xu Xin said in his heart that this guy is really wonderful.

   Not a particularly annoying character.

   Drinking, I need to find a topic.

  The common topic on the table today is Kung Fu.

  Xu Xin doesn't know martial arts, even if he watched his wife practice every day for the past few years, he basically didn't see it.

  So at this moment, I just use the perspective of a novice Xiaobai to listen to what Xu Haofeng, who is not good at martial arts, but because of his family history, has seen a lot, has to say.

   "Director Xu, have you ever seen a real martial arts competition?"

   "I have seen."

  Picking the sweet garlic in his hand, Xu Haofeng nodded:

   "Like my enlightenment, I learned from my second grandfather..."

   "The second gentleman?"

"Yes, Second Master Li Zhongxuan. When I was learning from Second Grandpa, when I was a child, there were still some older generation gentlemen. And these old gentlemen also accepted apprentices, accepted apprentices, you martial arts practitioners You have to compete, and only when you compete, can you compete. So according to the old rules, when two people compete, you have to have a respectable person watching, many people look for my second grandfather..."

   "Witness?"

"Yes. You have to be a witness, otherwise when the door is closed, there will be only two people. After you come out, you say you have won me, and I say I have won you. Who can prove it? No one can prove it. If both of them refuse to accept it, then Don't you just end up with an enemy? Enemy, the next time you meet, it could range from bloodshed to life.

  Invisibly, there may be a gap between the two sects, the two successors... even between the brothers. Therefore, this kind of discussion requires a witness. In the future, no matter who says anything, ask the witnesses what they say, and whoever loses and who wins will have an explanation. "

  Listening to his words, Xu Xin nodded slightly:

   "So that's how it is... In other words, in essence, everyone still hopes to define this kind of competition as a kind of...competition. Friendship comes first, victory comes second, right?"

   "It can be understood in this way. After all, you ask many old gentlemen what is the highest definition of martial arts? They actually answer you with two words: Zhige. You have martial arts, but no one wants to rely on it to cause trouble."

   "But the irony is that Kung Fu and martial arts were born for fighting people."

"Yes. But the interesting point is actually here... You see, kung fu is used for fighting people, but the highest state of kung fu is actually peace. The same reason, if you refine it, the so-called boxing kung fu is actually The inventions at the beginning were all to replace the role of weapons.

  Just like the Xingyi boxing that Mimi and I practiced, what does Xingyi boxing focus on? Out of the gun into a fist. Meaning I put the gun down, punching is the same as using a gun. The so-called kung fu and tricks are actually more like an extension of the method of using weapons.

  But here comes the interesting part...from when I was a child...including now we are doing "The Grandmaster" materials, ask those gentlemen. Ask everyone which is more dangerous than a weapon or a fist? The answers are all the same…”

   "Meaning fists and feet are more dangerous than weapons?"

"right."

"Why?"

"Because fists are hard to control. When you compare weapons, everyone has a bottom line in their hearts. It's not a life-and-death fight...The moves must avoid the vital parts. I was going to cut your neck with a knife, but I changed it to cut your arms. Or The heart piercing was changed to piercing the stomach... Keep your strength and win with moves, everyone has a natural control. But if you fight fists, you punch someone in the stomach with one and a half steps, and the opponent moves his body and punches The liver and spleen are on..."

   "The man is dead."

"Yes. So you see, this is coming back again. The great achievement of kung fu is to stop fighting, to subdue the enemy without fighting. We all know that you are strong, but you can't fight, so let's stop fighting and talk. And you use fists and feet , originally intended as an extension of the weapon, but the result is that the weapon is not easy to kill, but the fists and feet have no eyes~"

   "It sounds like a circle."

  Xu Xin lifted the cup.

  After the two touched each other, he continued:

"But I think the charm of these things is actually here. From the subjective to the objective, from the objective to the subjective... Now that I think about it, Tai Chi is really quite profound... No, it should be said that the truth of Tai Chi is really the truth of the world. Things are explained to the extreme. Life and death reincarnation, life and death, cycle and cycle, cycle and cycle..."

"right."

   After taking a sip of the wine, Xu Haofeng, who was holding the bowl and chopsticks to cook the meat, responded:

  "It can be explained by applying many principles. For example, when the water is clear, there will be no fish. For example, the mud will not be stained...Whether it is skill or life, many things are actually interlinked."

  At this time, Yang Mi said:

   "So continuing this line of thinking, Gong Er is actually right."

  Seeing the two of them looking at her, she said:

"I'm talking about the Gong Er I designed, that kind of stubbornness and domineering... She is like a stunned young man. Everyone else is doing Tai Chi, but she doesn't want to do Tai Chi. She has practiced her own principles and fulfilled her duties. , that’s fine. What she has around her is not martial arts, but her own character. Whether it’s a loss or a choice, she keeps herself in the time when she needs to stay the most..."

   Speaking of this, she suddenly laughed.

   "I think I'm right, Gong Er's character should be like this. Just now I was thinking, could I really be acting too domineering?...But now that I think about it, no.

  From what you said to my husband, senior brother, I was thinking about one thing. If all warriors can reach the realm of "stop fighting" as you said, then these people who have reached the realm of stopping fighting are also one of the mortal beings in terms of base numbers. Because everyone stopped fighting, it means that all living beings are equal.

  The "Grandmaster" who was born among them, according to the "Tai Chi" theory of both of you, must also be a person who is happy to be kind and enmity. After all, this is a relative reincarnation...

  So, if it really behaves like this, then my Gong Er must be the master of those masters. Unless all the characters are as happy as Gong Er, Gong Er should be the biggest highlight in this movie! "

   She seemed to be smiling happily.

  It looks like it's saying...

   "It's not my fault, it's you!"

   "I'm right, it's just that you don't admit it!"

  That kind of pride and complacency made Xu Haofeng frown upon seeing it all at once.

  But it's not about being angry with Yang Mi.

   Instead, thinking about her words.

is that so?

  If it fits the theme of "The Grandmaster"...

  If you really look at it from the theory of "Tai Chi" or "Yin Yang Fish"...

  Among a group of people with extreme personalities, the round person is the maverick master.

  And among a group of mellow people, only the maverick is the most shining one?

  The stage when I, director Wang, and screenwriter Zhou designed the script is the stage of changing from an ordinary person to a generation of masters.

  It can be said that the perspectives of the three of them are based on the perspective of "ordinary people".

  But what about from the perspective of a "grandmaster"?

   What is Gong Er's behavior?

  Everyone smiles away their grievances, everyone can forget about it...

  The so-called master...what is it?

   Isn’t it just ordinary people?

  He suddenly felt a little contradictory.

   At this moment, Xu Xin spoke:

"Although you are right to say that, it is also about scoring. According to online games, you are one version ahead. It is true that you are ahead of everyone, but you have overlooked one thing. That is... the so-called lead is also Things after the version changes. People who are half a version ahead are masters. But people who are one version ahead...it is usually difficult to end well.”

"Why?"

   "... Can you refer to Wang Mang specifically?"

   "The one who competed with Liu Xiu?"

"That's right. If you take a look at his affairs, you will find that...his thinking is a big version ahead, but he still lost to Liu Xiu. Because you are ahead enough, sometimes you may not be able to keep your feet on the ground .

   Let’s switch to this story… Although I don’t know what this story is about, but if the director is half a version ahead of the audience, this work can be regarded as a classic.

   But the same... If you are ahead of a version, it is a bit outrageous, and the audience will see it in a fog... Only when the natural fermentation of time and the game version reaches that change will it be accepted by people. So this matter is not about who is right and who is wrong, but the key depends on how the director chooses to tell the story. "

  When Xu Xin said this, he was actually speaking from the director's point of view.

  Directors can have unconstrained ideas.

  But there is a premise that don't think too far ahead.

  Because looking at film and television, things that are too advanced will never have a good ending when they are released.

  For example, "The Promise".

   Didn’t read it, everyone still can’t understand it.

  What the director said no one will understand within 5 years... Obviously he said less.

  That film was at least a hundred years ahead of its time.

   So lo and behold...

  Movies really can't be too leading...or Xu Xin doesn't want to be too leading.

   There are too many leaders. After a hundred years, people will become scumbags. Only then will some people say that your film is a classic that transcends generations... At that time, you will not be able to hear it, so what is the point?

  Of course, from the perspective of the husband, it must be commendable that the wife’s understanding is so ahead of the script.

   But these are small talk.

   As far as the couple are concerned, the deal is done.

   No, no, no.

   It's like what she said in the afternoon.

   For herself, the biggest gain is not the role of Gong Er, but what she got when creating the character of Gong Er.

  But there are some things in this world that the speaker does not intend and the listener intends.

  Xu Haofeng... The more he tasted Yang Mi's words, the more reasonable he felt.

   As for the role of Gong Er, the biggest conflict between him and Director Wang is actually in the role of each of them.

  But if you look at the overall movie height...

  Thinking of this, the impatience of resistance in Xu Haofeng's heart became a little stronger.

   However, reason can overcome this impulse after all.

  Looking at the wine glass that Xu Xin held up, he suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and the two wine glasses were held together again.

   Drinking a sip of wine...

   Tut.

   Really sweet taste.

   He glanced at the Moutai on the table.

  Old packaging, mottled traces of time... The wine that can be aged in the bottle, in terms of taste, still has to be Moutai.

   Tsk tsk.

   While thinking, under the heat fumigation, he picked up another chopstick of mutton.

Um.

  This meal is...comfortable.

  …

  Old Xu is a wonderful person.

   This is the conclusion Xu Xin reached after drinking half a catty of wine for one person and opening a second bottle of 95-year-old wine.

   First of all, this is the title.

  Don't be Director Xu, Director Xu, shouting for trouble.

  Xiao Xu.

  Old Xu.

   That's it.

   It sounds pleasing to the ear.

   And then...

   "Hey, Xiao Xu, look... that's it."

  Standing in the greenhouse, he gestured a trick that Xu Xin couldn't understand:

"Dachengquan is this kind of frame. Look at my elbow, the elbow is always on the center line. This is called standing still like a leopard lying on a cloud, and moving like a dragon carrying a wave crashing! When I am quiet, I protect my fist, elbow, and knee. My three torso. When I move, my feet lead my waist, my belt leads my elbows, and my elbows lead my fists... This way, once the fight starts, I can’t stop. Either you lie down, or I lie down. What matters is a square inch In between... in the early years, Cui Youcheng got the title of that crazy **** of war..."

  Old Xu is very polite.

   Slow and idle.

  But after drinking, the energy of a warrior...

   It's not right to say that you are motivated.

   It should be said that the chivalry in my heart was brought up.

  Based on kung fu, based on what he had seen and heard in the early years, he made gestures and talked with Xu Xin there, playing in this greenhouse.

   And his hair is still long.

  After a few strokes, if the hairstyle is messed up, I will smooth it out with both hands.

  After sitting down, he picked up the wine cup and drank the wine in one gulp.

   It looks exactly like a hero.

   Gobble it up and sip it, so bold.

  In fact, from here, Xu Xin can see the difference.

  My sister practiced martial arts, in fact, at the beginning, she rushed to Liu Yifei's hard work to make up for her shortcomings.

   Later, I practiced and practiced, on the one hand, because of the requirement of self-discipline in my heart, and on the other hand, the friendship between master and apprentice with Mr. Yu.

  But for the history of that kind of martial arts, the study of tricks...she really can't do it.

  Otherwise, old man Yu wouldn't keep saying that it's a pity for her, and he can only practice airs.

   Compared with Lao Xu, my sister is a bit like the kind of person who "has martial arts but no courage".

  Practicing martial arts is to keep fit, not to compete with others.

   But Lao Xu is not.

  He really likes kung fu.

   But his talent is really limited.

  Xu Xin didn't know if this was consistent with what he said, "If my second grandpa was willing to let me suffer, my kung fu would not be just as superficial as it is now."

  But indeed, Lao Xu really loves kung fu.

   After drinking more than half a catty of wine, all the guts came out.

  I wish I could be a hero in those strange people and anecdotes.

   This guy... is really interesting.

  There is a contrast and cuteness.

   And now the time has come to more than 8 o'clock.

  Yang Mi checked the time, then got up and left the table.

   She has to put the baby to bed.

   After she left, Xu Xin and the two of them continued to drink and chat while picking up sweet garlic and peanuts.

  Originally, "The Grandmaster" has actually been qualitative from the dinner.

  Yang Mi just lost the election.

  Even she was relieved, so Xu Xin didn't say much.

   But now Yang Mi just left, and after Lao Xu had another cup of wine, he looked at the cigarette Xu Xin handed over...

   I don't know what happened.

   Suddenly stood up.

"wait for me a while."

   After speaking, he also turned his head and left the greenhouse.

   "...?"

  Xu Xin was wondering.

   After waiting for a while, I saw him rushing back from the living room.

   Still holding a document in his hand.

"Give."

"…What?"

   "The script of "The Grandmaster"."

   "?"

  Seeing Xu Xin's puzzled look, I heard him say:

"Look at it, let's not talk about your relationship with Mimi. We are both directors, so you can judge and see which version is better, or contact Mimi's notepad and replace it with her portrayal That version of Gong Er is good!"

   "This is not acceptable, it is against the rules. Isn't it still in the confidentiality stage?"

   "It's okay, I let you see it!"

  Maybe I really enjoyed drinking.

   Or feeling unhappy.

  At this moment, Xu Haofeng blushed and had a thick neck, and with an attitude that could not be refused, he pushed the script into Xu Xin's hands:

"look!"

   "This... okay."

  Xu Xin didn't shirk anymore.

   It's not for Yang Mi, but he wants to see what Gong Er, who can write those four lines, is like in this script.

  (end of this chapter)