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Chapter 317 Poetry and the distance

Zhou Jiyao took out a cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "According to the budget, this drama will cost more than 100 million yuan. To be honest, I don't have the confidence to recover this investment."

Li Tang was stunned for a moment and said, "Although our last movie was not profitable, we did not lose money in the end."

Zhou Jiyao said: "Yes, but the male lead in the last movie is very famous. The director is also a famous domestic director. Even the screenwriter is also a famous senior screenwriter. He has not made any profit.

This time the cast is basically newcomer, the director is not very famous, and the screenwriter is even more new, so I have no idea."

Zhu Yunlu interrupted: "Using newcomers can greatly reduce costs, and we also need to cultivate our own people."

"I think Mr. Zhou is still not satisfied with the script. If you have any specific opinions, you might as well just say it." Li Tang said.

Zhou Jiyao took a few sips of cigarettes and said slowly: "To be honest, I can't even make specific opinions. To be honest, I was reading the script in bed at night, and I watched it for two or three days in a row.

If you ask me what's good about this script, it's its hypnotic function, which makes you sleepy after watching it for a few minutes.

To be honest, if it wasn't for my investment, I wouldn't be interested in reading this script. To put it bluntly, it feels like two words, garbage."

Because Dai Jialang had to drive, he didn't drink alcohol, just had some drinks, and was not thinking about the script. He knew that he was basically a guest tonight, and it was not his turn to talk.

So, while drinking the drink, he secretly observed the expression of everyone on the table, but his face looked mysterious.

But after hearing Zhou Jiyao's words, for some reason, he couldn't help but laughed out loud. Mei Xiangyue next to him hurriedly pinched his thigh.

However, it was too late, and several cultural people who were originally embarrassed on the table turned their heads towards him.

Zhu Xianling said angrily: "Mystery, why are you laughing at? What's ridiculous?"

Dai Jialang hurriedly sat upright, lowered his head and did not make any sound.

Zhou Jiyao waved his hand and continued, "I know, my words are not good, but this is how I feel after reading the script.

Of course, I am not a professional in this regard, but the things you photograph are not for professionals to see. As an audience, I at least have the right to express my opinions, regardless of whether you like to listen or not.”

Li Tang asked with an awkward look: "Can Mr. Zhou tell me where it needs to be modified? If it really doesn't work, it's okay to push it back and start over, but we must understand what the problem is?"

Zhou Jiyao said slowly: "I can't make specific revisions. It's easy to pick bones with eggs, but it's even harder to pick eggs from bones, so it's certain to push them back."

He paused and continued, "Although I can't put forward specific revisions, I can give some guiding principles.

As the saying goes, life is like a play, and it is the same when it comes to turning it over. Drama is like life. The greatest attraction of life to us is an unpredictable future. If we can know what will happen tomorrow, then tomorrow will not be worth our expectations.

The same goes for movies and TV series. If there is no bizarre storyline that can stand scrutiny and the continuous process, what else can be seen in such movies and TV series?

To be honest, I only read a few pages of our script, and there is basically no need to guess the outcome of the subsequent one. It is clear at a glance who is the bad guy and who is the good guy.

Besides, the way of writing a character in the play is only measured by good people and bad people is very low-level. Someone just said that the play is full of positive energy. My opinion is that everything with positive energy is boring, especially the male protagonist, which seems to have no flaws, and not even personal ones.

To be honest, each of us is a director in life, but some people’s life directors are very exciting, while some people can only be as dull as water because they are not involved in the show at all.”

Dai Jialang listened to Zhou Jiyao's talk with his ears, thinking that his words were a summary of his experience in this life.

Maybe, he regarded himself as a director from beginning to end, and everyone else was him

The actor plays various roles according to the plot he wrote. Who can say that he is not a role he specially arranged?

"The audience must not guess the ending just after watching an episode. This is a big taboo."

Zhou Jiyao continued: "Until the ending, no one can guess the ending. Even if the curtain has fallen, the audience should still feel in a fog. Even if it suddenly realizes it is not a good ending. Just like life, no one can fully see through it."

Damn, if Zhou Jiyao was asked to direct Yibu movies, I'm afraid few people would understand it. It's like something he did in his life. Even the people from the Public Security Bureau can only guess because those who know his true intentions will die at critical moments.

Suddenly, there was applause, first one of one person, but two of them, and then everyone started to applaud. Dai Jialang secretly glanced at him, and everyone except Jiang Biyun was applauding.

"Oh, this is better than reading for ten years." Li Tang clapped and sighed.

"Yes, I didn't expect that Mr. Zhou could see through the essence of the art of movies." The senior editor also sighed.

The freelance writer exclaimed: "Fortunately, Mr. Zhou did not do our job, otherwise we would not have a job."

Zhou Jiyao waved his hand and said, "Don't flatter you, I just expressed my feelings. By the way, what does the protagonist say in the script say? Life is not only about being miserable, but also about poetry and the distant fields. Does the author think this old saying on the Internet is very classic, and it is actually copied and used?"

Li Tang smiled and said, "This sentence is very popular on the Internet, and sometimes it can have a positive effect when applied."

Zhou Jiyao snorted and said, "It's very popular? To me, it's just a mess."

Li Tang asked with great interest: "What are the great ideas of Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Jiyao picked up the wine glass and took a sip, glanced at the person on the table, his eyes suddenly stopped on Dai Jialang's face, and said, "Jialang, have you heard of this?"

Dai Jialang hurriedly said, "I've heard of it."

Zhou Jiyao nodded and said, "Then tell me, are there poetry and distant places in your miserable life?"

Dai Jialang didn't expect Zhou Jiyao to have such a problem for him, and everyone's eyes were focused on him again. He was suddenly a little panicked and hurriedly put out the cigarette butts in the ashtray, and said with a flattering smile: "Boss, I can't say it well."
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