Wang Yang is 63 years old.
His eyes are prematurely blooming and his temples are gray. He is wearing reading glasses and sitting in his office in the main building of Beijing Film Studio, watching the newly released "New Movies" and "Film Works".
One is a publication of the Shanghai Film Studio, and the other is a publication of the E Film Studio. They are of the same nature as the "Film Creation" of the Beijing Film Studio. They are both platforms for receiving script submissions. There is a tacit understanding between the two studios, and they are also secretly competing. You can shoot
An epoch-making good work, I will make an even more epoch-making good work.
"No one can see it!"
"Not worth mentioning!"
Wang Yang scanned it roughly, snorted quite arrogantly, stood up, put his hands behind his back, wandered downstairs, and ran towards the cafeteria. Everyone he met along the way respectfully called out "Wang Factory"
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The first director of Beijing Film Studio was Tian Fang, Tian Zhuangzhuang’s father.
The second one was Wang Yang. He served for 35 years and retired in 1986. Under his leadership, Beijing Film Studio reached its peak and was very good at cultivating talents. Four major directors, four major cinematographers, and three golden flowers were all produced by him.
Liu Xiaoqing was one of the three golden flowers. He originally belonged to another company, but Wang Yang poached him.
He also had a lot of ideas about running a business. In the 1960s, he realized the shortcomings of this large-scale factory system and wanted to establish a "contracting system". In fact, it was a Hollywood producer studio, but this concept did not exist in China.
It was very advanced at that time, and it was never done.
"Director Wang!"
"Director Wang!"
"Lao Wang, why did you come here?"
Wang Yang entered the canteen, sat in his fixed position, and looked around: "I'm going to investigate the dynamics of my brother's units. Okay, let's get started!"
The lights in the whole place were turned off, and it was pitch black.
Immediately afterwards, light emitted from the big screen, and the 24 frames per second dream machine reflected the expectant and excited faces.
Nowadays, TV dramas have just sprouted, literary craze is rising, poets are gearing up, and pop music is surging. Film is the undisputed first art. It began to decline until the late 1980s, and then slowly revived after the new century.
Today’s show is a Hong Kong movie.
A guy with a big nose appeared carelessly. His name was Jackie Chan, and the movie was called "Drunken Master".
At the beginning of last year, Jackie Chan became a blockbuster with "Snake", and then struck while the iron was hot by launching "Drunken Master" in the same year, which grossed 6.76 million at the box office. It was second in the year, and the first was Xu Guanwen's "The Pledge of Allegiance".
This is a sign that Hong Kong movies are about to enter a golden age.
Although it was delayed by a year, the quality of "Drunken Master" was undisputed and it still had a huge impact on the people at the scene.
The director is Yuan Heping, and Jackie Chan plays Huang Feihong, who is idle and causing trouble. His father asks his friend Su Huazi to teach him. Su Huazi teaches him the Eight Drunken Immortals, and finally defeats the enemy...
Su Huazi is played by Yuan Xiaotian, Yuan Heping's father. His image as a beggar carrying a wine gourd later became Zhen Yuanzhai in "The King of Fighters".
"That's awesome!"
"It's a good fight!"
"What's this person's name? Jackie Chan?"
"Hahaha, he was so funny pretending to be a woman!"
It seems that everyone has entered a new world. There is no need to consider the meaning of work and movies, and one can truly appreciate a work as an audience. Of course, one does not dare to make loud noises or have low-level music.
"..."
Wang Yang was also very happy to see it, but he was thinking more and asked the people next to him: "Are Fu Qi and the others still in the capital?"
"Back to Hong Kong."
"Is the matter of "Shaolin Temple" settled?"
"Yes, the Japanese wanted to buy it and gave a sum of money in advance. Fu Qi found someone to write the script and went back to prepare. It will be filmed in the second half of the year. I heard that he is looking for actors from the Henan Peking Opera Troupe."
"Peking Opera Troupe?"
Wang Yang shook his head, pointed at the screen and said: "Look at their movements, they are fancy, smooth and interesting. Although the martial artists in the Peking Opera Troupe have good skills, their moves are too rigid. The Hong Kong market is developing rapidly, and they make movies according to the old ideas. I
Personally I’m not very optimistic about it.”
"There's nothing we can do about it, it's difficult for them too."
"Yes, our brother units in Hong Kong are also having a hard time. This is the photo taken by Mr. Liao (Chengzhi). It's not easy. I hope everything goes well for them."
Wang Yang sighed and added: "Martial arts movies are so popular. Should we consider broadening the genre? We can't always make movies about bitterness and hatred, right?"
"Isn't this... risky?"
"How can we do things if we are afraid of risks? There should be both serious films and entertainment films. It's a two-pronged approach. Pay attention to the script in the future. If anything happens, I will be responsible."
The leaders were beeping at the front, and a few people were beeping at the back.
A bunch of people in the Literature Department unknowingly gathered around a certain guy, because this guy was watching and posting barrages to everyone, entertaining and educating them.
"This Huang Feihong, there is indeed a person in history. He was born in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. He learned martial arts at the age of three, and traveled with his father at the age of seven. Later he opened a martial arts school in Guangzhou, practiced medicine and sold medicine, and opened a medical clinic called Bao Zhilin.
, worked as a martial arts coach for the Guangzhou Navy.
His father’s name is Huang Qiying, Huang Qiying’s master is Lu Acai, and Lu Acai’s master is Master Zhishan. Master Zhishan, the five masters, Taoist Baimei, Feng Daode, and Miao Xian are collectively known as the Five Elders of Shaolin!”
"You're talking nonsense when I hear it. Why is there still a Taoist priest in the Monk Temple?" Jiang Shan pouted.
"Hey, you also know that monk temples cannot have Taoist priests?"
"You think I'm stupid? I'm in elementary school!"
"Shanshan, speak politely and don't be rude!"
Jiang Huaiyan lectured, but Jiang Shan didn't take it seriously. Chen Qi smiled and said: "Bai Mei was born in Shaolin, and later joined Wudang. Wudang is a Taoist priest. But this Shaolin is not from Henan, but Southern Shaolin, in Fujian."
"That Miao Xian is not simple either. He has a daughter named Miao Cuihua, and Miao Cuihua has a son named Fang Shiyu. Good guy, this Fang Shiyu is eight feet tall and has an eight-foot waist. He holds a green blood-washing silver gun. He was in the Qing Dynasty.
The army camp killed seven people entering and seven people leaving..."
"That's Zhao Zilong, right?" Ge You exclaimed.
"All heroes in the world are just average! He Zhao Zilong goes in and out seven times, but Fang Shiyu can't do it? Even Grandma Liu is not a fuel-efficient lamp!"
He was quite serious at first, but then he lost it.
Everyone also liked listening to it, especially Ge You, whose little eyes shone brightly. He felt that this brother was very powerful. He was 3 years younger than me, knew so much, and had thick hair.
…
Watching internal reference films is one of the few times when you can indulge yourself.
But the happy time never lasts long. When Jackie Chan defeated the enemy and the movie ended, everyone was happy to have watched a good show, but also regretted that it was short. After leaving this door and outside, they were united, nervous and serious again
Lively days.
Everyone lined up quietly and dispersed in twos and threes, whispering about the excitement of "Drunken Master".
Under the dim light, Wang Yang was strolling with his hands behind his back, and a voice came vaguely in the night wind...
"Why don't we have such good movies?"
"The genres are different. They are good at making entertainment films. We also have what we are good at, such as military films, rural films, and realistic-themed works. They are all very good."
"Then can't we also have an entertainment film?"
"Do you think it's that easy? You just watched "Drunken Master", which part was the best? Is it the practice and fighting part? Why, because it captures the audience's psychology. Take you for example, suddenly one day you
Are you excited to meet an expert who teaches you peerless martial arts and defeats invincible opponents in the world?"
"I'm so excited!"
Ge You slapped his thigh.
"So, the more we can find emotional commonalities, the better the movie will be."
"..."
Wang Yang followed for a while, glanced at the beeping young man, and walked away.
Jiang Shan was also taken home by her father.
Ge You accompanied him all the way to the door of the guest house, and he actually had some unfulfilled intentions, but he was too shy to take the initiative. Fortunately, Chen Qi said, "I usually revise manuscripts and have a lot of free time. If you have nothing to do, you can come and visit me."
"Hey, good! Then we'll see you another day."
Ge You then went back.
Chapter completed!