Chapter 87

Gu Changwei found a quiet place, took a big puff of the cigarette in his hand, then threw it on the ground, and stepped on it several times.

He had been holding this matter in his heart for a long time, and just wanted to find someone to talk about it, but he couldn't be like Ning Hao and the others, who were surprised, which was too shameful.

So he picked up the phone and called his wife Jiang Wenli.

"Old Gu, what's wrong? Is it going well working with Cao Dao? Seven of dots."

Jiang Wenli was playing mahjong while answering the phone.

Gu Changwei replied: "Working with Cao Dao is quite pleasant; you might not believe it if I say it, the crew's progress speed, the coordinator has to re-plan every three days, otherwise it will cause chaos, but everyone is used to it..."

Then he realized he had said too much; Jiang Wenli didn't know a fart about shooting, why tell her these things.

"Ah? Is that so? Pong, nine of dots.

Then is it like Jiang Wen, saying it's a two-month schedule, but maybe it will take half a year or longer to shoot? These big directors are all like this, not one is worry-free."

After Jiang Wenli finished speaking, she might have felt that this was a bit inappropriate, so she continued: "But it's okay, slow work produces fine products, you just grind slowly... wait a minute, let me see, forget it, I don't want it."

Gu Changwei opened his mouth, having countless words to say, but finally just said simply: "No, Cao Dao's two-month schedule will end in at most a month and a half, maybe it won't even take a month and a half."

"Ah, is Cao Dao that fast?"

Old Gu was too lazy to argue about these things; he didn't call to talk about this, so he couldn't wait to share with his wife.

"Wife, you might not believe it if I say it, I think this film, really, is too damn incredible, it's Gao Yuanyuan, I don't know how Cao Dao did it even now, if I could have half of Cao Dao's skill, I damn..."

"What are you talking about, incoherent, I didn't understand at all. I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm playing mahjong... oh my, why is it this again, really smelly, seven of dots..."

"Beep beep..."

Old Gu stared blankly at the phone, listening to the blind tone coming from inside, wanting to smash the phone like Cao Yang smashed the walkie-talkie, but he couldn't do it in the end.

He lit a cigarette, took a puff, exhaled a smoke ring, finally sighed, looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, and said leisurely: "Cao Dao is really awesome."

Sigh!

It wasn't just Gu Changwei who had this feeling; the newly joined interns and assistants at Beijing Film Academy, and Wang Luodan, who was a newcomer, were all amazed at Cao Yang's ability to train actors.

The old crew members were all used to it; you bunch of bumpkins, know how powerful Cao Dao is now, right? Gained knowledge, right?

Ning Hao saw everything, and coupled with hearsay and asking around, he squatted there to ponder when he was free, and gradually had a clear context.

That is, before shooting the film, gather all the male and female leads, explain the scenes to them every day, explain the theme of the film, explain the content the film wants to express, and explain how they should interpret it.

Then, let the actors talk about their views every day, whether they can understand, and take time every day to answer their questions.

Finally, according to different people, use different methods to guide them into the character when shooting.

For example, Gao Yuanyuan, Cao Dao's method was to grind with the same shot all day on the first day, constantly using various ways to guide her to feel the character, letting her enter the state as soon as possible...

Success!

Ning Hao felt that he had initially mastered the essentials; this internship in Cao Dao's crew was really worth it, not in vain for his few boxes of cigarettes.

Cao Dao is really awesome, no wonder he became a Golden Lion big director at a young age.

Of course, Ning Hao knew that besides this superficial process, Cao Dao must have hidden means that he didn't show in public, which should be the most critical part.

However, Ning Hao didn't expect to reach Cao Yang's level, as long as he could have 60%... no, 40%, if he could reach 40% of Cao Dao's skill in training actors, Ning Hao would be satisfied.

On December 8th, the 38th Golden Horse Awards ceremony was held. Cao Yang didn't go, citing the reason that shooting was at a critical juncture.

Li Xiaoran went, and her probability of winning Best Actress was infinitely high.

Cao Yang remembered that Qin Hailu was a big winner at this Golden Horse Awards, winning both Best Actress and Best Newcomer for Chen Guo's film "Durian Durian."

It could be considered one of the representatives of peaking at debut.

However, it was a bit suspenseful this time, after all, Li Xiaoran's Berlin Film Queen influence was too great.

It wasn't like later, at least in individual awards, including the Golden Horse in Taiwan and the Hong Kong Film Awards, as well as the Golden Rooster in the country, they hadn't started playing independently, at least in these few years it was still a little better.

Unlike later, it was all self-entertainment.

Sure enough, the Golden Horse gave Best Actress to Li Xiaoran, and Qin Hailu won Best Newcomer.

But Qin Hailu didn't know that if there was no Li Xiaoran, she could have won Best Actress, so she was still quite happy to win Best Newcomer; winning an award at debut, who wouldn't be excited?

Liu Ye won Best Actor for "Lan Yu."

This guy was happy, and his mouth spoke nonsense.

When he received the award, he not only thanked the director of "Lan Yu," Stanley Kwan, but actually thanked Cao Yang, saying that he felt in Cao Dao's crew that shooting a film was also a kind of fun...

!

The lens gave to Stanley Kwan, and it was obvious that he smiled a bit awkwardly.

Liu Ye was also a representative of peaking at debut; now he not only had the Golden Horse Best Actor, but also the Venice Best Newcomer Silver Lion, and his value was rising steadily, absolutely suppressing a group of young actors in the film and television circle.

Even among the middle-aged generation, there were few who could compare with him.

Interestingly, Wang Xiaoshuai's "Beijing Bicycle" lost to Chen Guo's "Durian Durian" in Best Film and Best Original Screenplay.

In Best Director and Best Editing, it lost to "Lan Yu" director Stanley Kwan and editor William Chang.

In Best Cinematography, it lost to Mark Lee Ping-bing's "Millennium Mambo."

Five nominations, Wang Xiaoshuai gained nothing.

According to the Golden Horse official statement, some films didn't win awards, not because the film wasn't good, but because this Golden Horse paid more attention to marginal themes and marginal characters.

So a reporter asked, prostitutes and "gay men" are marginal characters, so aren't migrant workers working in the city marginal characters?

The Golden Horse official didn't respond.

Then the Taiwan media broke the news that it was because a director in the jury had committed irregularities when applying for the Taiwan film "counseling fund."

The production company of "Beijing Bicycle" was Taiwan's Arc Light Films, and their boss, Hsu Hsiao-ming, publicly criticized and criticized the behavior of this irregular director, and then out of revenge, the Golden Horse didn't give any awards.

Then, the producer and screenwriter of "Beijing Bicycle," Taiwan film godmother Peggy Chiao, angrily bombarded the Golden Horse in front of the media.

"We gave the Golden Horse Awards respect, but they didn't want it. The Golden Horse Awards once played a respected role in Taiwan films, but now it is dead, and it has also brought Taiwan films to a dead end. The Taiwan film market was already small, and everyone put more thought into forming cliques..."

Actually, it's quite bullshit; ever since the Taiwan film market was completely opened in the 90s, it lost its vitality, and their directors either quit the film circle or could only shoot art films.

It was in this situation that the smaller the film market and the lower the vitality, the more intense the internal competition became, accompanied by chaos and disorder, cliques, factions, and internal fighting were incomparably wonderful.

Simply put, the Golden Horse was to let Hong Kong and mainland films come, so that the Golden Horse wouldn't "die," and sometimes it was considered slightly fair.

But internally, it was a resolute heavy punch to eliminate dissidents without mercy.

"Beijing Bicycle" could be considered a victim of internal fighting.

(End of chapter)