Chapter 37: Nut Chocolate

"Dear teachers, I am candidate number 7, Seeing Lu Kuan; let me state my personal views below."

This was the prerequisite procedure for everyone to speak, which was convenient for the examiners to score.

Liu Zeyu made a disdainful sound, pretending to be your mother; there is no goods in your stomach, otherwise you would have snatched the microphone to speak long ago.

He Yanjiang, Xiao Xiao, and others cast sympathetic glances; it wasn't his fault for performing poorly, it was really that this question was out of bounds.

Except for He Yanjiang, who had been engaged in related industries before, the others were all seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school students with a little foundation.

Asking them to suddenly comment on such a professional script and master the degree was indeed not easy.

Sitting in the back row of the invigilation seat was also a freshman from the 2001 higher vocational class who came to help collect the score sheets and do assistant work today.

He was also a student whom department head Xie Xiaojin appreciated very much and had always wanted to get from the photography department, named Ning Hao.

He had long been waiting for the last person to speak in boredom, so he could hurry back to the residential area in Jimen to accompany his girlfriend Xing Aina for dinner, and he looked at Seeing Lu Kuan, who had just finished his self-introduction, with very unkind eyes.

What were you doing earlier? If you really don't understand, just mumble a few words with everyone; you have to be the last one to lose face.

But soon he was stunned by this young man whose image was so good that he should have applied for the acting department.

"I think this script can't even be considered a semi-finished product; if it's really filmed, Director Zhang's reputation will be ruined; it must be a 'spectacle movie'!"

What is a spectacle movie? That kind of empty and boring movie that only has big scenes as a gimmick, and you can't remember it after watching a segment, is called a spectacle movie.

Just like an article that desperately piles up rhetoric, it looks flowery, but it's actually nonsense.

Except for Zhang Yimou and Tian Zhuangzhuang, who had read the script, everyone else thought this candidate was talking big.

This was criticism for the sake of criticism, criticism for the sake of scoring, criticism for the sake of attracting attention.

But they looked at Zhang Yimou, who was deep in thought, and there was no anger on that terracotta warrior-like face, but he was nodding slightly.

Seeing Lu Kuan continued to explain.

"The reason I express such a point of view is that I want to use the concept of nut chocolate to explain it."

As the person involved, Zhang Yimou naturally had to express the demeanor of a great director, took the microphone, and smiled: "Little classmate, please give me some pointers."

"Chocolate is of course sweet, but if you wrap a nut in the chocolate, you can satisfy the taste requirements of different audiences."

"For those without teeth, they can taste the chocolate on the outside without being affected by this nut."

"For those with teeth, they can have both chocolate and nuts!"

"But in literary works, or film works, such connotations can be extended."

"For audiences with relatively low cultural literacy, less viewing experience, or to put it bluntly, those who go to watch special effects and martial arts, the chocolate is enough to satisfy them."

"But for those audiences who have a higher appreciation ability for works and like to peel the cocoon to taste the cultural connotation and see depth in the shallow, the fullness of the current script is not enough in my opinion."

"Just like chocolate without nuts, it can only satisfy the most basic viewing needs!"

Once the words were spoken, the whole hall was silent.

The students who didn't have much ability to distinguish were observing the reactions of the examiners and the principal, all of them deep in thought.

Liu Zeyu also looked at the expressions of Zhang Huijun and Zhang Yimou with suspicion; there was no sign of impatience, disgust, or wanting to interrupt as he had expected.

Ning Hao, who was determined to make his own movies and had even made countless MVs and commercials for this, also sat up straight; he was severely stung by Seeing Lu Kuan's words just now!

He thought of his story script adapted from *Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels*, and thought of *The Big Diamond*, which he had modified many times but was still not satisfied with.

Seeing Lu Kuan made his final concluding remarks.

"I can imagine that the finished film of the whole script is just a few creative scenes glued together by a boring and untenable story, and just like the lighting and camera positions shown in the script, it uses martial arts scenes to directly stimulate the audience's eyeballs."

"Such narration is pale and powerless, and also lacks logic! This kind of 'pretty-ism' path makes people feel like they are not watching a movie, but watching a commercial, and the creators are completely reduced to technical craftsmen!"

No one dared to breathe heavily anymore; He Yanjiang looked at Seeing Lu Kuan, who was waving his hands and expressing his words, and was extremely envious!

Zhang Yimou frowned and thought for a while, took the microphone, and smiled frankly: "Very good, classmate Lu, I accept the criticism."

Zhang Huijun took the lead in applauding; the camera was recording the whole process, what good propaganda material!

The candidate does not follow the superiors, does not follow the books, only follows the facts; Zhang Yimou, a famous director from the Beijing Film Academy, is open-minded and asks questions without shame.

The entire Beijing Film Academy directing department art exam process is compact, and the exam arrangement is professional and reasonable, becoming a lecture hall for art discussion and ideological liberation.

Simply perfect!

The examiner announced that today's fourth round was over, and everyone retired in an orderly manner.

Before leaving, He Yanjiang asked Seeing Lu Kuan for his phone number, while Liu Zeyu walked away with a blue and white face, having no intention of talking to Seeing Lu Kuan again.

This was not his battlefield; he had plenty of ways to play with these common people.

Zhang Yimou signaled the guests who were with him to wait a moment, and smiled and called Seeing Lu Kuan to stop.

"Little classmate, please leave me a contact method; I want to hear more of your views and see if there are any ideas for modification."

The surrounding candidates and even the teachers of the Beijing Film Academy cast envious glances, wishing they could replace him.

Seeing Lu Kuan naturally accepted it without declining; he also appreciated the film art attainments of this "National Teacher" of the future.

Of course, it would be even better if he could get rid of that bird-man Zhang Weiping earlier; all bad movies came from his hands.

Just a few steps after leaving the standard screening room gate, a young man with a flat head ran over panting, out of breath, and stopped Seeing Lu Kuan.

"Classmate... wait... wait a moment..."

Boss Lu looked closely; another tool-man is online!

"Are you the senior who helped with the art exam just now? How should I address you?"

The young man finally caught his breath: "Hello classmate, my name is Ning Hao, let me treat you to a meal at noon!"

Immediately after, he pointed to the three-story small building behind him: "How about I take you to experience the Beijing Film Academy canteen in advance?"

"Let's go!"

The two came to the canteen; before Ning Hao could introduce it, he heard Seeing Lu Kuan touching his chin and talking to himself.

"Is the Star Food Street still called Quack Quack Food Street now? The catfish vermicelli on the third floor should still have people queuing every day."

"The Tianchi Restaurant has too much oil, so don't go."

"The white-cut chicken rice and roast goose in Yuanzhongyuan should still be pretty good..."

"Forget it, let's go to the Xinjiang restaurant! Ning Hao, let's go eat hand-grabbed rice and roast buns, use your card."

The sophomore senior who wanted to show off was messy in the wind, watching Seeing Lu Kuan, who was more familiar with the canteen than himself, walk into the semi-underground Xinjiang restaurant, and hurriedly followed.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 38 =====