I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 51 050. Then come with me

"The story, actually, must be a good one...and I guess this director must have had a prototype when filming. But I can't accept the shooting technique...it's too rough, but I can understand it. The whole film gave me the feeling It’s just that this director has no money, very poor... If he had money, he should be able to shoot better. But I really can’t accept the shooting method... He is very strange, but I must say, this story... was shot well OK."

Xu Xin said while helping Yu Zhen carry the dumplings to the kitchen.

But as he spoke, he shook his head:

"But I still can't accept this kind of movie with too many fixed shots... It's like he just tells the story as it is, telling the audience about it, instead of showing the different psychological activities of the characters in different scenes through various angles... …”

He talked a lot.

And Yu Zhen said she was relieved... quite pleased.

Since the first class of her freshman year, she has been asking students not to interpret movies from the perspective of a film critic, audience, or any other strange perspective, but to think from the perspective of a director.

But in fact, this kind of angle requires a little bit of practice, accumulation of experience, and enough experience or talent for a director to achieve it.

But the student in front of me seems to be born with this kind of intuition.

From the moment a pot of water was put on the shelf to the moment when the pot was already making noise, all his comments about the film were from the director's perspective.

How to shoot the scene will make it look more tense, and how to arrange the plot will be more clever.

Whether it was the scene, shooting angle, composition of the picture or the micro-expressions of the actors... he listed many shortcomings in the film "The Blind Shaft". And some places coincide with me.

But apart from being happy... she was more at a loss of whether to laugh or cry.

I asked you to watch movies for inspiration... Who asked you to give me a movie review assignment?

So, she asked:

"Then have you found your inspiration?"

"..."

In an instant, Xu Sanjin, who was talking endlessly, became mute.

Abba Abba…

Not even a fart can come out.

"It seems not."

Yu Zhen shook her head, held her cell phone and said:

"Your master should be back soon. I'll call him and ask him where he is... You think about it carefully, and then we can chat while eating dumplings when he comes back later. How about that?"

"……good."

Xu Xin, who has returned to the state of an autistic child, lost all his enthusiasm for "The Blind Well" and entered sage mode.

…

It was about 6 o'clock when Wang Wenyu took his daughter Wang Xin home.

He was not surprised when he saw Xu Xin, but he was quite enthusiastic.

Because he has a good impression of this young man, and he is one of the few children whose wife praises him as "talented".

Wang Xin did the same, calling Brother Xu one after another.

But that's not the point.

The point is that Wang Wenyu was on a business trip for a week and was exhausted. However, when he returned home, he saw the dumplings stuffed with beef and green onions made by his lover, as well as the two bottles of Maotai on the table.

This is the heart of the matter.

When his lover said it was a gift from Xu Xin, Wang Wenyu was polite and took out the cup from the wine cabinet...

Drinking a cup of Maotai with a strong soybean flavor when you are tired, putting your daughter to bed, taking a bath and being intimate with your lover, this is the happy life of a middle-aged person.

Therefore, before the first plate of dumplings was served, Wang Wenyu was already pouring wine.

As a result, Xu Xin waved his hand:

"Master, it's okay, it's okay, I can't drink, I'm driving."

"Eh~"

Wang Wenyu waved his hand:

"Leave the car here. It won't be a problem to drive it tomorrow. It's the weekend anyway."

"No no no..."

Xu Xin still shook his head:

"I have something to do with you, but we can't talk about it after drinking."

"……Um?"

Now, Wang Wenyu was really confused:

"What's up?"

"Xu Xin has a story in his mind and wants to work on a script, but he has no direction. No, he came to me with wine today just to solve this matter... Xinxin, come to dinner."

After the dumplings were taken out of the pot, Yu Zhen walked out of the kitchen with two plates and explained to Xu Xin.

Wang Wenyu nodded first:

"Oh~~~"

Seeing that his "student" was really in trouble, he didn't force himself. Instead, after pouring a glass of wine for himself and his lover, he pointed at the chair:

"Then let's eat and chat without delay."

With that said, Wang Wenyu also brought Xu Xin a box of Huiyuan juice.

"Hey, okay."

He took it politely with both hands, opened the seal and filled himself up, and Yu Zhen also untied her apron:

"Cook four plates first and let's eat first. The dumplings have to be cooked while eating... Minced garlic?"

"Yes. I can do it myself~"

After mixing the dipping sauce according to his own custom, as the head of the house, Wang Wenyu took the lead in picking up the cup:

"I'll talk about other things later. Come on, come on...We welcome classmate Xu Xin to our home. Let's meet one first."

"Thank you, Master."

Two glasses of juice and two glasses of white wine met together.

A sip of pure Moutai and a bite of authentic beef dumplings.

It can be seen that Wang Wenyu enjoyed his meal very much.

After eating two dumplings and a few mouthfuls of cold vegetables, he picked up the cup again and asked Xu Xin:

"Where are you stuck?"

Xu Xin, who had just had a drink with Teacher Yu, quickly put down the glass, and then...

There was a sad expression on his face:

"I have a story in my head, but I can't find an entry point. I looked for a few entry points, but when I thought about it... they all felt very mediocre. It was very uncomfortable."

"The entry point is right..."

After picking up another dumpling, Wang Wenyu said after swallowing it:

"First tell me where your inspiration lies."

"Inspiration is something my dad told me."

"Well, tell me carefully."

"good……"

With this glass of juice, he recounted how his father's hair was hit and killed, how he got in, and so on, and then said:

"After hearing this story, I wanted to write something... about my hometown. Master, you know, my family is not from northern Shaanxi, and I am familiar with writing these things... and after I came up with a few ideas, they all After simulating it in my mind... I just felt it didn't taste right, it was very mediocre. It just... was unremarkable, and it felt very routine. It was just a story about justice being served in the end..."

"Routine is actually equivalent to the framework of the story. It doesn't have to be so exclusive. It is more like the main line that you have clearly understood. What the screenwriter has to do is to use different techniques to carve out the details in the main line. The upper limit may not be high. But the lower limit is actually quite stable. Therefore, for new authors, it is not necessarily necessary to be unconventional and think: ah, I want to overthrow the routine, I want to create my own personal style. ... These are meaningless, although We have to admit that there are geniuses in this world who become famous in one book, but more authors actually rely on a little bit of improvement in their understanding of the world and increasingly mature ideas to create a good work... …”

Frankly speaking, Wang Wenyu's words are quite pertinent.

But Xu Xin still shook his head:

"The main thing is that I can't pass my own test..."

He wouldn't say anything like "I inherited my mother's legacy."

It's unnecessary, too sensational, and too pretentious.

And this is his own standard, not the standard by which others are measured.

For this kind of thing, you just need to weigh in your mind "Would my mother be worried if I do this kind of thing?" or "Is it necessary?"

And Wang Wenyu is no stranger to Xu Xin's situation.

To put it bluntly, this is a very intuitive and intuitive...it can even be said to be a "standard" mentality for newcomers.

He has seen many new writers submit their manuscripts with the attitude of "Ah, my book must beat so and so", "The artistry is absolutely unprecedented" or "It's an honor for you to read my book"...

The longer you work, the more you see.

And it was precisely because he had seen a lot and talked a lot that he understood that if the child's current mentality did not hit a wall, he would not learn to grow and it would be difficult to change...

From this point of view, Wang Wenyu actually misunderstood Xu Xin.

Because what Xu Xin said about his standards was not to compare with others, but purely his own disapproval.

He didn't have a comparison mentality, he simply felt that compared to what he saw, heard, and experienced... the entry points he found were a bit weak.

However, although the donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth.

But it is true that Xu Xin listened carefully, and Wang Wenyu did not fool Xu Xin.

From an editor's perspective, I gave him a lot of suggestions.

For example, first break the story into fragments, write out the paragraphs you want to express, and then connect them through lines to summarize the story first.

Or you can look for similar stories for reference...note, this is a reference, not plagiarism.

What he said was really serious.

Of course, we also eat dumplings.

And then Xu Xin discovered that... Teacher Yu and his wife... were quite good at drinking.

By the time the teacher started cooking the dumplings again, the couple had already drank two ounces of wine each.

And just when Xu Xin and his master were chatting about the highlights of his story over cold dishes, Yu Zhen's phone suddenly rang.

No one took it seriously until Yu Zhen walked out and saw the caller on the phone on the table...and was suddenly startled...

Take your phone and walk to the kitchen:

"Hey, Director Ma..."

When Xu Xin saw that Teacher Yu had a phone, he also lowered his voice.

As soon as the sound was suppressed, Yu Zhen suddenly heard:

"What?...Now!?"

The voice was full of surprise.

Xu Xin stopped talking, thinking not to disturb Teacher Yu yet.

Wang Wenyu also looked at the kitchen in confusion.

Then the two of them heard Yu Zhen say:

"This... Wen Yu just came back from a business trip, and we both drank some wine. This mouthful tastes like alcohol..."

Then there was another pause:

"Okay, I understand, I'll go over right now. ...Yeah, see you later."

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Even including Wang Xin, the three people at the table looked at Yu Zhen in confusion.

Wang Wenyu even asked directly:

"What's wrong? Who is looking for you? Want to go out?"

Yu Zhen nodded:

"Director Ma asked me to come over. Director Zhang originally said he would come back next Monday, but he suddenly moved forward. Now he just got off the plane and called the team members to meet him."

Xu Xin didn't know what the two of them were talking about, but when Wang Wenyu heard it, he subconsciously said:

"Then I'll see you off..."

"No, I'll drive myself... uh..."

Suddenly, both the couple were dumbfounded.

Then, Yu Zhen came to her senses and said again:

"Then I'll take a taxi..."

"No, Teacher Yu, I can just give you a ride. I didn't drink."

Xu Xin took out the Audi key from his pocket:

"It's freezing cold here. How can I ask you to take a taxi?"

"Well……"

When Yu Zhen heard this, she looked at Xu Xin up and down, then suddenly nodded...

"Okay, then... you go with me."

There is no other way, who can make a student like him look good?

He is a good seedling, and when it is time to promote him, he must promote him.

Isn't this also the teacher's responsibility?

But Xu Xin didn't think too much. After hearing this, he suddenly turned his head...

"Xinxin, do you still want to eat your dumplings?"

Wang Xin, who didn't know why, shook her head and looked at Brother Xu picking up the plate and pulling at it...

After stuffing seven or eight dumplings into his mouth together, he smiled at her.

He muttered:

"Brother will eat for you...Teacher Yu, let's go?"

"...You kid."

Yu Zhen smiled and shook her head:

"Let's go."