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Chapter 95 If others can do it, why can't I?
Chapter 95 If others can do it, why can't I? (Seeking first subscription!!)
The next day, Fox 4B editing room.
As soon as I opened the door, Tom tossed me a new cutlist.
"The party prince is back? Didn't last night's party drain you dry?"
"Still alive."
"What a pity." Tom said expressionlessly, taking a sip of his terribly dark coffee.
"I thought you were going to die in Madonna's bed."
Lin Ruiyang threw the document back at him: "Your sense of humor is becoming more and more like that of the British."
"Thank you for the compliment."
I'm insulting you.
"I know."
The two looked at each other and then laughed at the same time.
After this period of adjustment, they have completely gotten into the swing of things. Although they took a short break, their enthusiasm has not waned.
Over the next few days, the two began frantically working on the rough cut.
The New York scenes, the Paris scenes, the office ensemble scenes... a large number of shots began to be rearranged, and the prototype of "The Devil Wears Prada" was gradually taking shape.
Meanwhile, at the Yanjing Rongxinda office building.
Yang Mi walked out of the meeting room carrying a stack of scripts.
"The Door"—the cover features only a simple black font.
She walked to the rest area, sat down, and opened the first page. Soon after, her brows furrowed.
Completely different from "The Return of the Condor Heroes" and "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio," this is neither a period drama nor an idol drama, and it lacks the fast-paced, nostalgic feel she is familiar with.
The outline and the content of the first few scenes that Zeng Jia gave her were somewhat different from the complete script now.
All the stories take place in a concrete jungle, where everyone seems to be wearing a mask. The further she read, the more unfamiliar she felt, and she even felt somewhat unable to understand them.
But it was precisely because she couldn't understand it that she developed a competitive spirit. She picked up a pen and began to carefully make marks in the blank spaces of the script.
This seems to be her first time working with a real movie script. Compared to the TV scripts she had worked with before, which were often more straightforward, with conflicts written in the lines and emotions displayed on her face.
Actors only need to follow the plot and deliver their cleverness or crying scenes to win the audience's applause.
But "The Door" is different.
Director Li Shaohong's signature style, characterized by a strong sense of psychological pressure, is vividly displayed between the lines. The script does not contain dense action scenes or dramatic conflicts; instead, it is filled with long passages of simple descriptions of eyes, environment, and psychological states.
"Are you reading a script directed by Li Shaohong?"
A crisp voice interrupted Yang Mi's thoughts.
Zeng Jia walked over carrying two glasses of water, wearing high heels. She casually placed one of the glasses on the glass coffee table in front of Yang Mi and sat down opposite her.
"Sister Jia, this play is completely different from the ones I've acted in before."
Zeng Jia smiled slightly, a hint of approval flashing in her eyes: "Director Shao Hong's films are never made for the average viewer."
"Don't misunderstand, I'm not talking about box office or market, but about her way of thinking when making films," Zeng Jia quickly explained, seeing Yang Mi's puzzled look.
"The key to a successful TV series is to tell a clear story so that viewers can understand it and be willing to follow it when they get home from get off work and turn on the TV.
But movies are different, especially those directed by directors like Li Shaohong who came from the Fifth Generation system. They are more concerned with why the characters acted the way they did, rather than what the characters did.
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Yang Mi nodded thoughtfully.
Zeng Jia continued, "It's actually a good thing that you don't understand it now. If one day you get the script, flip through a couple of pages, and you know exactly what the director wants to film, then it means you're still not familiar with enough things."
At this point, she suddenly smiled and said, "Do you know why the company was willing to give you this opportunity?"
"Because you're young? Because you're obedient?" Yang Mi asked tentatively.
Zeng Jia directly denied it: "Besides your status as a child star, you also have a competitive spirit."
"Over the years, the company has signed many new talents. Some people are happy when they receive resources, while others are afraid."
But you're different. When you encounter something you don't understand or aren't good at, you find a way to overcome it. That kind of drive is quite rare.
Yang Mi looked down at the script, a slight smile unconsciously curving her lips.
She knew Zeng Jia was telling the truth; she had always been like this since she started filming GG as a child.
She insists on doing things that others find troublesome.
Others see acting as a job, but she always feels that acting is like taking an exam. If she doesn't do well, she wants to do better next time; if she does well, she wants to keep pushing forward.
"Sister Jia, how exactly should I portray this character?" Zeng Jia laughed upon hearing this.
"You're asking me? I'm not a director, much less a mind reader like Director Li Shaohong."
"However, I always remember a quote from director Li Shaohong: 'The thing actors fear most is not being unable to act, but being in a hurry to act.'"
"What do you mean?"
"It means you shouldn't rush to design facial expressions that convey emotions, nor should you rush to design corresponding reaction actions."
"First, treat Wenxin as a real person. How old is she? What kind of family did she grow up in? Why would she like that man... Once you figure these questions out, a lot of the acting will come naturally."
Yang Mi listened quietly, and before she knew it, she had written quite a few annotations in the blank spaces.
Just then, a commotion suddenly arose from the direction of the conference room.
Several company staff members hurried through the corridor, and the sounds of "Chen Kun is here" and "The director team is having a meeting" could still be faintly heard.
Yang Mi subconsciously looked up.
Zeng Jia laughed and said, "Stop looking at that. The most important thing for you right now is to thoroughly understand your own part. Kun Ge won't officially join the crew for another month, so you actually have plenty of time. Once filming starts, you won't have a chance to slack off."
Yang Mi stuck out her tongue: "When have I ever slacked off?"
"That's hard to say."
Zeng Jia jokingly remarked, "When we were filming 'The Imperial Academy' last time, I heard that someone almost made their assistant cry because they wanted to sleep an extra half hour."
"That's because we filmed until 3 a.m. the day before!" Yang Mi immediately retorted.
Seeing Yang Mi's serious expression, Zeng Jia smiled and shook her head, deciding not to tease her any further.
"Alright, take the script back and study it slowly. Before the script reading arranged by Director Shao Hong, your task is to thoroughly understand the character of Wen Xin."
"Note that it's not just about memorizing lines, it's about thoroughly understanding them! Director Li Shaohong wants to see how much you understand, even if you understand it wrong, it's better than acting it correctly."
"It's better to misunderstand than to act correctly..." Yang Mi repeated softly, thoughtfully memorizing the sentence.
Zeng Jia walked to the entrance of the rest area and glanced back at her: "By the way, 'New Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' will be broadcast next month, and the promotional materials from Pearl River Channel have already been sent over."
The company has arranged interviews with two media outlets; I'll have Xiao Li inform you of the times. Please review the interview transcripts yourself first, and ask me beforehand if you have any questions.
"Okay, Jia-jie."
Watching Zeng Jia's departing figure, the rest area returned to silence. Yang Mi took a deep breath and turned her gaze back to the book "The Door" in her hands.
That evening, Yang Mi returned to her dormitory but did not rest immediately. Instead, she turned on the desk lamp and continued reading the script.
She read Wen Xin's key scenes over and over again, and even tried to stand up and practice her movements in the cramped dormitory space.
Zhang Xuan peeked out from under the bed and mumbled sleepily, "Mimi, are you practicing acting again? It's so late, you have class tomorrow."
"If you can't sleep, I'll watch some more," Yang Mi replied with a smile. "You go to sleep first."
She continued practicing until after 1 a.m. before turning off the lights and lying down.
She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind filled with Wen Xin's eyes and lines.
"So this is what the big screen is like..." she murmured to herself.
The cold winter wind in Yanjing beat against the dormitory windows, making a soft creaking sound.
For some reason, recalling the long, depressing psychological descriptions in the script, a figure from across the ocean suddenly appeared in her mind.
Yang Mi subconsciously bit her lower lip, encouraging herself in her heart: "If others can do it, why can't I?"