Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 68: The Lunar New Year Festival, set sail
Among the many male protagonists recommended by Jason Blum, he still prefers Christian Bale, the male lead of "Buried". Although his price is a little higher than others, he is very good.

Of course, Ryan Reynolds was pretty good in the original version.

But when "Batman" is released next year, if Christian Bale can be brought in, the copyright value and popularity will definitely increase to a higher level.

He picked up his phone and dialed Jason's number.

"Wu, as far as I know, Bale just took on New World, a new series, and his schedule is tight. He's still bulking up to get back to his skinny self from The Mechanic."

Jason Blum's voice was lazy, with a street horn:

"He's a drama fanatic. He's willing to try anything he likes, so he needs to spend a lot of time preparing for each play. I guess he doesn't have enough time right now."

"'New World' should be filming next year." Wu Chen leaned back in his chair and whispered:

"Well, you go find him, show him the script, and ask him if he's willing to experience what it's like to be buried alive in a coffin. If he agrees, we can start filming in December and wrap it up within a month, and it won't affect his other films."

"???"

Jason Blum gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his mind full of questions.

What does it mean to be willing to experience the feeling of being buried alive in a coffin? Who in their right mind would be willing to do that?

Well, Bell is definitely not a normal person.

Jason Blum finally nodded: "Okay, leave it to me. I'll get back to you within a week."

China Film Group acted quickly. A few days after the release date was set, posters of "The Dark Side" were prominently displayed in front of major cinemas in Beijing: the mirror cracked in two, Dong Xuan was cool and beautiful, Hu Jing was charming, and the air of suspense was overwhelming.

On the night when the poster was released in China, the trailer was released. The gloomy soundtrack was entangled with the steam in the bathroom and the shadows in the secret room, and the camera cuts made people's heart beat faster.

Sina Entertainment was the first to publish an article with an eye-catching headline:
[Sitges' best film, "The Dark Side," directed by a talented director from the Norwegian Film Academy, is scheduled to be released on November 11.30th, challenging the Lunar New Year box office! ]

Sohu follows up: [Sitges double-awarded masterpiece "The Dark Side" fired the first shot of this year's Lunar New Year, and the suspense craze is coming! ]

There is a lot of discussion in the industry.

Outside the studio, Liang Ming leaned against the camera dolly, cigarette sparks flickering as he called Mu Deyuan:

"Old Mu, Wu Chen is quite brave. He's going to release his first movie directly during the Lunar New Year holiday?"

Mu Deyuan sat in the office of Beijing Film Academy, blowing into his enamel cup, smiling faintly:

"It's all settled. The film's budget is only 40. If they win, that's their fault. If they lose, Wu Chen won't lose. What's a barefoot person afraid of a person wearing shoes?"

Hearing this, Liang Ming felt like hitting someone.

"By the way, what is the outside world saying now?" Mu Deyuan asked curiously after taking a sip.

Liang Ming was currently on the set of "Alert 157," and the voices within the crew represented the views of the vast majority of people in the industry.

"It's like an egg hitting a rock. Young people are full of energy and are willing to fight and fight. Anyway, people are saying all kinds of things now."

Liang Ming sighed, a little envious: "To be honest, I also want to make a movie."

"If you want to shoot, go ahead. You have the resources in the south." Mu Deyuan was happy. "But you have to think it through. It's not that simple."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you when I really decide."

Liang Ming hung up the phone impatiently. This bastard attacked him before he even started.

At the same time, in the editing room of Poly Huayi, Gu Changwei, with a simple face, watched the editor operating the final shot of "Peacock".

On the screen, Zhang Jingchu completed her dedication to art.

Originally, he allowed Zhang Jingchu to wear a pair of underwear for this scene, but after filming it over and over again, it still wasn't quite right, so finally this scene came about.

"classic!"

Gu Changwei leaned back in his chair, admiring his masterpiece, and thought of Zhang Jingchu again, and he became very excited.

Art director Yingda sat aside, squinting his eyes as he looked at his phone. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "Interesting!"

Gu Changwei turned his head: "What's wrong, President Ying?"

"Nothing. Wu Chen's 'Dark Side' is scheduled for the Lunar New Year holiday. Although it doesn't conflict with Feng Xiaogang and Zhou Xingchi's release dates, it's still a competition."

Gu Changwei was stunned when he heard this.

Wu Chen, Feng Xiaogang and Zhou Xingchi competing on the same stage?

The newly added names made Gu Changwei feel both unfamiliar and familiar. However, unlike Gu Changwei, who was stunned, Feng Xiaogang was quite disdainful.

In Huayi's office, the setting sun is like amber splashes, the coated glass of Fenglian Plaza reflects tiny spots of light, and the gold-plated logo is reflected on the sandalwood table.

Feng Xiaogang paced back and forth, cigarette in hand, his tone contemptuous:

"Now anyone can squeeze into the Lunar New Year box office? Are those people at China Film Distribution crazy?

That group of media also praised it and fired the first shot of the Lunar New Year box office, but why the hell are they not so tolerant when it comes to me? "

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Wang Zhonglei, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced at the angry Feng Xiaogang and was speechless.

If you point your finger at the media and angrily say, "Your publication is shit, bastards, I want to slap you!", it's strange that the media is tolerant of you;

I asked you to apologize and you got even more excited, and you scolded me again. I asked someone to clean up your mess, and now you are still being criticized.

"There's no conflict in the release schedules of 'The Dark Side' and 'A World Without Thieves'." Wang Zhonglei said calmly.

"He's planning to use us as a weapon. What if he wins?"

Feng Xiaogang said in a deep voice, causing Wang Zhonglei to get a cramp in his forehead instantly.

Damn, I was wondering what's wrong with you. I guess you want to use this opportunity to ask me to approve more funds for publicity and promotion, right?

What is the lineup of "A World Without Thieves" and how can they lose?

lose?
Wang Zhonglei couldn't help but rub his brows. Theoretically, he would definitely not lose, but with this mess happening, he really had to step up his efforts in promoting "A World Without Thieves".

China Film Corporation struck while the iron was hot and put forward the slogan "Beijing Film Academy's talented director conquers Hollywood prequels", which frequently appeared in the news section.

With "The Dark Side" in front and "Kung Fu" in the back, Huayi had to take the initiative and increase its publicity and promotion, and the New Year's battle was looming.

Time flies and it is the end of October.

In Jiuzhaigou, Sichuan, a thin mist covered the valley like a veil in the early morning, the emerald green lake reflected the snow-capped peaks, and the breeze blew, and the water rippled like a broken mirror.

The waterfall falls from a high cliff, the sound of water roars like thunder, and the fine water droplets splashing in the air reflect a colorful halo.

Liu Yifei stood by the lake, her white dress trailing the ground like clouds, the wind blowing her skirt, revealing a touch of her slender ankles, her black hair dancing in the wind like a waterfall;
She held the script lightly in her hand, her eyes were clear as water, the corners of her lips were slightly curved, like a fairy who had accidentally fallen into the human world, with mist swirling behind her, beautiful as a dream.

"Yifi, are you ready?" Yu Min shouted from a distance.

Liu Yifei handed the script to Liu Xiaoli and said softly, "Okay."

Then her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her temperament was calm, just waiting for the shooting to begin.

Liu Xiaoli glanced at the lake and a hint of worry flashed in her eyes.

According to the plan, we will start filming the underwater scenes next week, and it happens to be November, so the water is freezing cold.

But she couldn't stop her daughter's stubbornness and work ethic.

Half an hour later, Liu Yifei wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked under the shade of a tree. "Mom, take a break. Give me your phone."

"Why do you ask for your cell phone every now and then?" Liu Xiaoli was puzzled, but still handed it over.

"I need to reply to someone's message." Liu Yifei chuckled and opened the Penguin app. It was a letter from Wu Chen.

"I'm going to Hollywood tomorrow."

Liu Yifei blinked her beautiful eyes slightly, and the mottled shadows of the trees were reflected on the girl's porcelain-white face. Her long eyelashes cast butterfly-wing-like shadows under her eyes, which also had a hazy beauty. But her pouting little mouth made her look a bit cute.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother. Did you go straight to the set and start filming? When will you come to visit the set?"
I'm filming in Jiuzhaigou, and recently I learned some boxing and kicking techniques from a martial arts teacher. They're amazing!"

In the dormitory, Wu Chen was packing his luggage. When he saw the reply letter, the corners of his mouth raised slightly:

"A week at most. I'll come visit you when I get back. As for your fancy moves, keep them to yourself."

Liu Yifei smiled with her eyebrows curved and her mouth curled up when she heard the first half of the sentence, but she was so angry that she clenched her fists, and the tip of her nose wrinkled slightly like an angry young deer, and her fingers flew back.

Liu Xiaoli returned with hot water and saw Liu Yifei angrily staring at her phone. She wondered, "What's wrong with this girl?"

On November 1, at dawn, Wu Chen entered the gate of Beijing Capital International Airport carrying his suitcase.

Amid the roar of the Boeing 747's engine, Wu Chen looked out the window at the city's silhouette gradually receding into the distance, his eyes slightly fixed.

It's time to set sail for Hollywood
(End of this chapter)