Chapter 248

Other onlookers were also drunk seeing a group of people making such astonishing remarks.

Hey, you bunch of bastards, did you misunderstand something?

Qin Yu didn't mean that at all.

He was criticizing this type of artistic approach; stripping doesn't represent art.

What are you doing? Criticizing him for not letting you watch?

Are you out of your minds?

"A bunch of perverts."

"Plus 1"

"Plus 1"

"..."

Soon, Qin Yu's remarks hit the headlines with the support of netizens.

Even the little affair between Reba and Qin Yu didn't make much of a splash.

As for their relationship, reporters had already dug everything up for the netizens long ago.

Those who know, know.

Soon, the fifth-generation directors in the circle got the news, and they were furious after reading it.

They had indeed criticized Qin Yu's *The Matrix* and *Now You See Me* on Weibo before.

They thought the commercial atmosphere was too strong.

Lacking any artistic beauty.

But wasn't that to be expected?

We are seniors, and also famous loudmouths.

Doing these things is just routine to find a sense of presence.

It's not targeting you, Qin Yu; we are targeting all directors in the entertainment industry...

Everyone else treats us like a plague.

Ignoring us completely.

And you?

You actually mocked us; since that's the case.

Then don't blame us for being impolite.

The leader of the fifth-generation directors, Jia Zhangke, stood up and accepted an interview with reporters.

[Qin Yu is just a fame-seeking person; whether it's *Now You See Me* or *The Matrix*, they are just gimmick films with no substance.]

[The core of film lies in art and beauty. *Flipped* was not bad, but the current Qin Yu has embarked on a vulgar path.]

With the leader taking the lead, the remaining fifth-generation directors also began to speak out one after another.

PS: First update.

The weather is getting colder, let's discuss something with everyone: can I update later?

I really can't get up...

Ten tickets for an extra update, brothers, give me some motivation.

[I admit Qin Yu has talent as a director, but so what? At such a young age, he criticizes art; do you understand what art is?]

[...]

[If commercial films are the future of cinema, then I would rather Chinese cinema have no future; films should serve art. As a representative of commercial films,]

[Qin Yu has clearly taken the wrong path.]

[...]

[Film is the art of light and shadow; now the evaluation of a film can only be based on box office results! It's simply the biggest joke in the world.]

[This is a regression of the film industry.]

[...]

[Qin Yu has no qualifications to judge our films; his films are nothing more than pandering to the audience, lacking art and any sense of beauty.]

[The shots are always switching rapidly, no different from watching an advertisement.]

[To put it bluntly, it's just an advertisement with special effects.]

[Compared to being a film director, Qin Yu is more suited to being an advertising director.]

[...]

[...]

Instantly, there were countless interviews on Weibo trashing Qin Yu's films; it was almost like a public execution.

After reading them, netizens had to admit that although the fifth-generation directors were the most rebellious generation.

They understood this ethereal thing called art very well, and every word was a gem.

Some literary youths were even brainwashed into thinking these directors were quite right.

Qin Yu's films are like a big feast; it's very satisfying while eating, but there's no feeling after finishing.

They even helped these directors scold him.

"I think Director Jia is quite right; Qin Yu's *Flipped* was very good, but he lost his spirituality afterward."

"The commercial atmosphere is too strong."

"..."

"That's right, films, to be honest, I don't really like *Now You See Me* and *The Matrix* either; it's very uncomfortable to watch, my eyes can't take it."

"..."

"To put it bluntly, Qin Yu is just playing with special effects now, no different from those Hollywood blockbuster directors."

"Films need substance, just like Director Jia said, films serve art."

"..."

Originally, the onlookers were waiting to watch Qin Yu and Jia Zhangke's group bicker.

But they didn't expect some dogs to run out.

Then they wouldn't be polite.

"Damn, I almost misidentified them; can dogs type now?"

"Agreed, I'm impressed; Jia Zhangke dares to speak, what qualifications do you have to judge here, and art at that?"

"What the hell do you know about art?"

"..."

"Well said, commercial atmosphere too strong, my god, isn't filming for the sake of making money? If you don't make money, what the hell are you filming for?"

"Art films can also make money; besides, film is art, it should serve art."

"Screw your mother, film is indeed art, but it has never been for the sake of serving art; it should serve the audience."

"Well said, what the audience thinks is good is truly good."

"Pfft, what the hell do you know about film, blowing popcorn movies up to the sky."

"..."

"Don't say that, I just like watching popcorn movies."

"I like watching them too."

"Me too."

"..."

"Exactly, everyone loves to see them; if you don't like them, who do you think you are?"

"..."

Soon, a war of words unfolded on Weibo, and the subject was the same as it had been for ages.

Whether the future of film should follow the artistic school or the commercial school.

This question had actually been born since the beginning of film.

Not strange.

It has to be argued about every few years.

Everyone in the circle didn't speak either.

To be honest, they couldn't get a word in on such high-end topics.

And Qin Yu wasn't afraid of that group of lunatics.

They didn't want to provoke them.

However, the vast majority of people still felt that Qin Yu was right.

What art? You can't even afford to eat, and you're talking about art.

Are you crazy?

"Qin Yu, this guy is really sick; why go and provoke that group of lunatics? Now he's brought trouble upon himself."

Feng Xiaogang curled his lips looking at the remarks made by that group of lunatics on Weibo.

He felt Qin Yu was a bit stupid.

People in the entertainment industry didn't want to deal with those people with brain problems at all.

But Qin Yu insisted on provoking them.

Not to mention, Qin Yu actually vented some anger for him.

Before Qin Yu rose to prominence, Feng Xiaogang was the main target of these people's attacks.

Whoever made commercial films, that group would attack them.

The better the film, the higher the box office, the harder they would attack.

It wasn't that Feng Xiaogang hadn't thought about resisting, but he ended up being rubbed into the ground.

Playing word games, how could he be their opponent?

He was almost scolded into depression.

Afterward, he just pretended not to see; if I can't afford to provoke them, can't I just hide?

"Do you think Qin Yu is stupid? Qin Yu is clearly building momentum for himself; Feng Xiaogang, have you forgotten what Qin Yu was filming *The Truman Show* for?"

Hearing this, Feng Xiaogang suddenly remembered that this guy wanted to win an award.

Damn!

Actually, the possibility of a film without controversy winning an award is very small.

It should be said this way: judges prefer those controversial films.

To put it bluntly, the three major European film festivals are just commercial routines.

If there's no controversy, that won't do; it must have it, and the topicality must be maxed out.

Otherwise, how to attract people, how to build up one's own fame.

For any film, controversy is a good thing.

"But can this guy do it? Don't end up making something neither fish nor fowl, turning an art film into a commercial film."

Chen Fan rolled his eyes; are you still worried about Qin Yu?

"Hey, Feng Xiaogang, have you forgotten what Qin Yu filmed when he debuted? Do you really think he only knows how to film commercial movies?"

"Where's your brain?"

"..."

"Damn, I almost forgot." Feng Xiaogang's spirit was lifted.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Wow, this is going to be good. If Qin Yu really manages to win an award at one of the European film festivals."

"Then that would be a huge slap in the face; the expressions on those lunatics' faces must be very interesting."

Feng Xiaogang couldn't stop laughing thinking about this scene.

So satisfying.

I've also long been unable to stand those bastards.

Although his relationship with Qin Yu isn't good either, it could even be said to be very bad.

Qin Yu often bullies him.

But speaking of it, it's just an internal struggle; everyone is a commercial director, so we must unite against outsiders.

Playing art?

Playing my ass.

Can art be eaten as a meal?

Jia Zhangke and his group were still waiting for Qin Yu's reply, but after nearly ten days, Qin Yu's Weibo didn't have any reaction at all.

The group was overjoyed.

Thinking Qin Yu was afraid of them, they began to increase their firepower one after another.

Trying their best to portray Qin Yu as a vulgar director full of the smell of copper, using any means necessary to make money.

On the other side.

Weizhou Island.

"*The Truman Show*, scene 185, take two, ACTION."

The camera moved slowly; Truman, played by Qin Yu, had a bright smile on his face on the street, holding a briefcase in his hand.

Walking down the street, preparing to go to work.

But unexpectedly, just after crossing the street, two old men stopped Qin Yu.

Surrounded him in the middle and pushed him against the wall, behind which was a huge poster.

Their faces also had enthusiastic smiles.

"Hi Truman, good morning."

"Yes, Truman, good morning."

"..."

"Hello." Truman in the play was originally an optimistic and kind person.

Although he didn't know them, he still smiled very happily.

"The weather is really nice today."

"Yes, another sunny and good day."

"Truman, how is your family lately? Is your wife doing well?"

"Of course."

"..."

"..."

"Cut!"

Qin Yu wiped his sweat, came to the camera, watched it repeatedly several times, and said.

"Alright, today's morning filming is over, everyone rest early, same routine in the afternoon."

Seeing this, the lead actors and extras of the crew let out a long sigh of relief.

One by one, they hurriedly called the assistant director to release the food, they were all starving to death.

Lao Mouzi also strolled over to Qin Yu.

Watching the camera with Qin Yu.

"Qin Yu, why do I feel that the camera sense of your film is somewhat familiar, especially when filming characters?"

Lao Mouzi stroked his chin, his brows furrowed.

Actually, he had wanted to say it for a long time; he seemed to have seen this camera feeling somewhere before.

"And this light and shadow too, it's too familiar."

For a veteran like Lao Mouzi, he doesn't even need to look at the director's name.

He only needs to watch a segment of the footage to roughly analyze which director's style it is.

"Then Lao Mouzi, take a good look again."

Zhang Yimou also hurriedly watched the previous segment again, and suddenly realized.

"Damn, this camera sense is *The Terminal*, you are learning from Spielberg!"