This star is from the earth

"I heard that you have a plan to train new directors, and you want to bring them to China to make movies. If the plan is successful, does this mean that next year or the year after that, there will be more than a dozen English-language films released in China one after another? "Although Irene still remembered the question about Zhang Yaohui, she was considerate and did not embarrass Han Jue. She asked a question that most people in the room were interested in.

Han Jue replied: "In fact, it's hard to say how many films will be released in the end. This has nothing to do with quality, because I will be the producer to check the quality at that time, and the release is not a problem. How many films will be released in the end depends on how many people are watching. After seeing the true face of China's film and television industry, I chose to stay there."

"How do you say this?" Irene actually guessed the reason a little bit, but she asked it for the audience.

"Because it is destined to encounter more difficulties." Han Jue said: "Making a film itself is not an easy task, and when foreigners go to China to make films, they have to experience geographical xenophobia, hostility and contempt caused by stereotypes, and national power. The superiority, the cultural barriers of non-my race...the messy things outside of these movies. Although we [Tinder] will provide shelter and protection, and guarantee that the above-mentioned bullying and injustice will not occur in our company, our company It is special. If Americans want to make their voices heard in China’s film and television industry, they must face those phenomena and fight against them.”

Han Jue's words are not insincere.

It was quiet in the studio. Fortunately, even though everyone was gnashing their teeth, no one would hate Wu and Wu on Han Jue's head.

Taking this [everyone understands] thing on the stage and speaking publicly, Irene was a little worried that Han Jue would be used by someone with a heart, so she asked the next question before Han Jue described the elephant in the room in more detail. question:

"What advice do you have for young directors?"

After the question, in order to get rid of the heaviness of the last minute, she added: "I remember you were asked this question on the Huaxia talk show before. The suggestion you gave at the time was to ask them not to listen to any It’s someone’s suggestion. To be honest, this answer is really not sincere, you can’t say that again today.”

Han Jue picked up the teacup on the side, took a sip of water, and said, "I just think that giving general advice is neither effective nor dangerous. Because when you say a word, you never know what it means. Does it apply to all directors, or just yourself."

Erin nodded.

Han Jue said: "Everyone has their own way of [making] movies. The best way to help a new director is to pick his works to analyze and criticize in detail, and if necessary, to argue—between two people There must be someone who can learn something. The so-called advice given in front of the screen can only be a panacea of ​​"study hard and make progress every day."

"So your [Huomiao] plan is to review the past one by one?" Irene brought the topic back to [Huomiao].

"Yes." Han Jue nodded.

"How far has this plan progressed?"

"Just finished the last round yesterday."

"The last round? How many people participated?"

"Thirty-one. It was originally thirty-two, but one of them dropped out, so it is thirty-one."

"You commented on each of them, whether they were promoted or not?"

"Of course." Han Jue calmly said: "The original intention of the [Huo Miao] project is not to compare who is more powerful-after all, we are not an authority-but to find directors that fit our company's training direction. Plasticity, The way of thinking is these. Others were not selected, not because they are not capable, but in fact they are very good, they stay in the United States, and they also have the opportunity to get investment from our branch and then make movies."

"Thirty-one, sixteen will be selected in the end," Irene stared at Han Jue and asked, "How many female directors are there?"

Han Jue said: "There are eight male directors and eight female directors."

Hearing that the number of male and female directors is even, Irene was surprised: "Is it a coincidence? Or..."

Han Jue shook his head: "From the beginning, we decided to have eight male directors and eight female directors, a total of sixteen people."

Erin clapped her hands with a bright smile: "Good job!"

Han Jue knew why Irene was rejoicing.

When it was first announced that the number of male and female directors was eight, the local government of the United States had suggested that they hoped to increase the proportion of male directors, or that the quota could not be fixed. Whoever made it to the top 16 would depend on their ability, because "the ratio of male and female directors is very different."

When Han Jue and Xia Yuan heard the reason for the disparity in the number of people, they agreed that the number of female directors must be eight, which is the same as the number of male directors, neither more nor less. Because movies need a female perspective, a female voice.

Irene asked: "How are these newcomers? Are they all directors?"

Han Jue replied: "Not all of them. For example, some people were screenwriters or actors before, and this type of crossover is relatively close; in addition, there are also former truck drivers and video rental store clerks, this type of crossover is relatively far away. But it’s okay, it’s all good, diplomas and educational backgrounds can’t limit movies, and I’m a cross-border director myself, so I don’t exclude anyone from being interested in directing movies.”

Film has indeed acquired a rather eerie reputation as the crown jewel of modern art. A large number of people flood in every year, but a considerable number of people don't want to make movies, they just want to enter the film industry. This is actually a completely different matter.

"The love for movies is an important symbol that defines a filmmaker." Han Jue said this, thinking of Jalens who was surrounded by sixteen new directors after the last round of "Huo Miao" the day before yesterday.

"Among these newcomers, is there anyone you are particularly optimistic about?" Irene asked Han Jue.

Han Jue tilted his head and thought for a while. He didn't know what he thought of, and smiled slightly:

"There are quite a few."

...

...

"Nicole!"

"Nicole!!"

Nicole was walking on the road with a suitcase, when she suddenly heard someone calling her from behind.

Turning around, I saw a young man with a shoehorn face striding towards her with a changed expression.

For a moment, Nicole wanted to drop the box and run in a hurry, calling for help as she ran. Fortunately, she suddenly remembered that this young man with a shoehorn face was one of the sixteen people. I work part-time in a video rental store, and I didn't learn to be a director, but the work is surprisingly good. She still remembers his short film work, a gangster movie where everyone was silent, which was loved by the big boss Jalens.

The shoehorn-faced young man ran to Nicole, and immediately boasted: "Your short film about divorce is really good! Among the 32 short films, your work is at least in the top three!"

"Is there a ranking? Didn't Mr. Han say that there is no ranking?"

"The ranking in my heart."

"Oh, thank you." Nicole walked forward without squinting, picking up the phone from time to time, and glanced at the navigation interface on it.

Nicole looked like she didn't want to talk, and obviously didn't want to persuade the shoehorn to talk, he asked with high spirits: "How did you come up with the subject of divorce? The details in it are too real! By the way, you are married Have you ever acted in a movie before? It’s amazing, how cool it is to write, act, and direct yourself. I also signed up for an acting class, but unfortunately the teacher said I didn’t have much talent. But it doesn’t matter, Teacher Han’s acting skills are not good either!”

Nicole finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Can you let me be quiet for a while?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The shoehorn-faced youth finally realized the situation.

"Thank you." Nicole took a deep breath.

The shoehorn-faced young man babbled in a low voice: "Divorce is indeed very uncomfortable. Although I have never been divorced, I also know it, because my parents divorced before..."

Nicole stopped her feet fiercely, looked at the young man with a shoehorn face, and thought of a way to get rid of this person once and for all.

"Do you want to be late?" Nicole asked.

The shoehorn-faced young man froze for a moment, then quickly shook his head: "No. Punctuality means keeping everything in check. This is the basic courtesy of modern society..."

Nicole hurriedly stopped the young man with a shoehorn face from following up. It is also the basic politeness of modern society. Nicole rolled her eyes inwardly, thinking that the person in front of her didn't know what manners were at all.

"I've heard that Mr. Han doesn't like people being late, and I don't want to give Mr. Han a bad impression. You may not care about this opportunity, but I don't. I'm divorced, yes, I even have A kid to take care of, I just finished my career as a theater actor and I bet everything on directing. I'm going to break out my career and prove to my ex-husband that I did nothing wrong by leaving him! If you don't want to let I'll put the suitcase in your mouth, just shut up, don't distract me, don't make me late." Nicole stared at the shoehorn-faced young man viciously, "Answer me, can you do it?"

The shoehorn-faced youth nodded repeatedly. He shut his mouth tightly, not daring to make any sound.

The two finally reached their destination quietly before the specified time.

The meeting place was a large conference room, and there were already quite a few people in it. To be precise, all of the sixteen people arrived except for the two of them.

Today is to sign the contract.

Everyone here has different attitudes. Some are social types. After the quota was set the day before yesterday, they have already exchanged business cards and contact information with each other, and they have become familiar with each other early. Others huddled alone at the edge of the room, reading or listening to music, without making a sound.

There was a constant tension in the air. Everyone lowered their voices very softly, as if they were afraid of something.

Nicole knew what everyone was nervous about.

Afraid of Han Jue.

The shadow of a famous tree, Han Jue is like a superstar in the American entertainment industry. Not to mention that this superstar controls their future and is difficult to live with.

No one has forgotten why the thirty-two contestants turned into thirty-one.

The day before yesterday, Han Jue attended the final round of selection for the [Huomiao] project as the chief judge.

Everyone is in a viewing hall, watching works one by one. Han Jue commented on these works on the spot. The comments are very pertinent, the words are very gentle, and they are very good at listening to the thoughts of the director of the work, without any arrogance such as "I have better achievements than you, so what I say is right". Han Jue like that is simply an angel.

Until Han Jue commented on someone's short film work.

Nicole was at a loss when she watched this short film and was not brought into the story. After watching it, she was full of doubts. Half of it is doubts about the inexplicable plot of the story, and the other half is doubts about the director of the work.

The director is a thin young man with long hair, a beard, and loose linen clothes.

After watching the movie, Han Jue didn't speak for a while. Nicole guessed that Han Jue swallowed the more straightforward words back then. Han Jue asked the long-haired man if he could read the script of this short film.

The long-haired man smiled flamboyantly, saying that he didn't need a script to make a movie.

Han Jue rubbed his brows and said that the script is still very important. For a movie, a script is like a human skeleton, the foundation of a building. Then Han Jue pointed to the short film on the screen, and said that if he were to modify this kind of film that uses light and color to create an atmosphere, where would he add a few shots, modify the dialogue, control the rhythm, and adjust the structure...

The long-haired man interrupted sullenly before Han Jue finished speaking, saying that his personal style is like this and cannot be changed. What he pursues is artistic conception. He is a poet and a director, so he is a poet-director. He is very personal and special. author film.

Han Jue finally decided not to get used to each other.

Han Jue turned around, faced other directors as in class, and told the negative case: "Theoretically speaking, in the world of movies, poets are more noble than narrators. But at the same time, the worst movies in movie history are also made by poets, Because these people tend to ignore the role of the script. It’s not wrong for a film to be shot in a cloud, what’s wrong is that there is a problem with the logic, which makes the audience play frequently, embarrassing the intelligence of the audience.”

Then, Han Jue no longer suggested how to change it, but made a scalpel-like analysis and criticism of the parts that had been filmed.

The long-haired man was ashamed and angry, but obviously, he wanted to kill Han Jue before he died. So he angrily scolded Han Jue: "You know nothing!" After speaking, he began to talk about Han Jue's poor education. Almost intending to cut open Han Jue's deepest and most private heart.

Everyone's hairs stood on end when they heard it, and their hearts were raised. They were sincerely worried that Han Jue would rush up and beat people if he couldn't control himself.

However, Nicole found that Han Jue was always in a calm mood, even...a little sleepy?

"Ha~~" Under the eyes of everyone, Han Jue opened his mouth and yawned inappropriately, and then lazily said: "I'm going to sleep after hearing that. You are here to make a lot of eloquence to prove that you are very educated. In fact, this This kind of endorsement-style self-certification cultural method is no better than a junior high school student with a mobile phone. When you see something academic, memorize it and keep it in mind. Brought out, like a mindless machine. I can guess what you are going to say next. Childhood shadow, anxious attachment personality, native family, absence of father, absence of order, problem subject, Barabara... … Grabbing a little life story, I started a half-baked psychoanalysis. Let’s not say whether your analysis is right or wrong. With your spirit, why do you want to learn to be a director if you like formulas so much? Just learn programming.”

The long-haired man trembled when he heard it, and suddenly picked up the stool and wanted to smash it at Han Jue.

Everyone exclaimed and avoided him one after another.

As a result, as soon as the chair was swung high, Guan Yi suddenly appeared behind the long-haired man, sweeping his legs behind his knees like a whip. The long-haired man's anger was the same as that of his legs, he instantly went limp, and fell to his knees on the ground with a bang, and the chair with his hands loosened fell on him.

Han Jue shook his head, but asked Xiao Zhou to call the security guard, who then called the police to take him away.

When the security guard took the long-haired man out of the viewing room, Han Jue led everyone to continue analyzing the work as if nothing had happened. Killing the long-haired man trivially is like killing a bug.

Everyone was shivering under the pressure of Han Jue's aura. In their hearts, Han Jue is no longer an angel, but a devil with a friendly smile.

Recalling the scene at that time, Nicole just assumed the role of the long-haired man a little bit, and immediately trembled with fear and her throat became dry. Even the divorce lawsuit some time ago did not scare her so much.

"Click." The door of the conference room opened.

Nicole hurriedly cleaned up her expression and mood, and silently recited "Mr. Han" ten times in her heart, so as not to yell "Devil" later.

The other directors also quickly found seats in front of the long table, and looked at the devil at the head of the table without saying a word, just like students meeting their head teacher.

Facing the quiet conference room, Han Jue looked around at everyone in the conference room and said, "Let's start signing the contract when all are here. After signing the contract, everyone will be their own."

Han Jue smiled.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they began to tremble again.