Hollywood, a conference room of a well-known film company.
One of L.A.'s most acclaimed directors and screenwriters, and her assistant, received a major notice.
Today a rich man will come to invest in a movie, and he must be welcomed with the highest courtesy.
It is said that this rich man has a crude idea that needs professionals to polish into a movie script. If it is suitable, he will hire outstanding directors and teams within the company to make a movie, which will not only sign a high-profit sharing contract for the company, but also
Bear all costs required for film production.
This kind of skill has to be surprising, because this is a sure-profit deal, which means that the rich man will bear all losses.
The conference room is well-lit, with assembly line imitations of famous paintings mounted on the walls, carefully tended potted plants and minimalist furnishings, making the place look more upscale.
Different from the screenwriter's imagination, the person who came was not the kind of rich old man who was halfway into the world and wanted to entertain himself, but a... young man wearing a black leather jacket.
Accompanying him was a man wearing a silver striped suit and glasses with a very solemn expression.
"Just like your boss told you, I want to make an inspirational film."
All personnel have been deployed in place. As long as Di Zong has an idea, he can immediately set off a tsunami in Luo City.
And now Di Wei is about to kick off this hell, a kind of announcement similar to divine revelation.
If you just occupy the TV station and make extreme remarks, it is just a bad trick of terrorists and a low-level and clumsy technique.
The real penetration comes from subtle influence, from the awakening of inner tornness, so as to rise and transcend in this absurd sea of sinking.
The screenwriter listened carefully to every word of this rich man.
The sound insulation effect of the room is excellent. The modern disc clock on the wall, with the second hand running crisply, makes the atmosphere somewhat quiet.
"Inspirational films... come in many forms, including sports competitions, career, or campus themes. Can I know which one you want?"
The screenwriter instructed a female assistant to write down Di Biao's request in a notebook, and at the same time asked another female assistant to pour tea for Di Biao.
"I don't know what kind of subject it is, but it needs to be close to reality, and don't do anything like a hero or a vulgar plot like helping a noble person or being a life mentor." Di Wei pondered, tapping his two fingers on the table.
, thought for a while and added: "But there must be elements of horror and horror. It is probably about a person who is very failed and confused in life. He tried his best but could not achieve any goal. Later he discovered the crux of the problem, because
He didn't even know what he was trying to defeat, so everything he did was naturally useless. Finally, he discovered this enemy, and this enemy was invincible, because what he wanted to fight was the universe itself, so he chose
Accept yourself, accept the ugliest side of yourself, because he is indeed unique in this regard, and finally live out his true self."
Di Wei thinks this description is very appropriate.
The female assistant wrote down everything she said very seriously, but the screenwriter felt the seriousness of the problem.
"In this case... due to the rating system, I think the minimum is PG13, or even R-rated, which will have a lot of impact on the box office."
The screenwriter probably understood what the rich man meant. He wanted to make a different "inspirational film", but it was not about self-improvement, but about self-destruction.
"I have a way to solve the level problem."
Di Wei said seriously.
"This has nothing to do with those... It was formulated by people from the Film Association. You should know that our market is global..."
The screenwriter guessed that the rich man was someone who didn't know much about the film industry.
"I have a way to solve the level problem."
Di Wei just repeated those words.
"In this case... it is inconsistent with mainstream values and may affect the box office."
The screenwriter does care about these issues.
"I don't care about the box office."
"I don't even care if it comes out."
"I only need... one master tape, which can be used to copy thousands of backup master tapes."
Di Wei said calmly.
Ash opened the suitcase, and the green paper inside was folded very neatly, exuding a fatal temptation.
"I don't even give a damn about contracts, I'd rather have an old-fashioned gentleman's agreement."
Di Wei lit a cigarette and smoked it.
The screenwriter had already signaled the female assistant to go to the wine cabinet to get the best red wine.
"Then are there any other requirements for other details?"
the screenwriter asked.
Di Wei shook his head. It would take a long time anyway, so he couldn't rush for success.
"Then there is one final question. Characters are the core of a movie. Do you have any considerations for casting?"
The screenwriter took out a booklet from the portfolio and said, "These movie stars have cooperated with us. See if there is anything you want."
This screenwriter made his debut with cult-level films, and won high praise from insiders and some loyal fans. However, he later transitioned to commercial films due to various reasons.
Di Wei turned around and frowned.
"I think these are inappropriate and completely inconsistent with the objective facts. They are all beautiful gentlemen and ladies who seem to be very successful. How could they fail in life."
Di Zhu rested his chin with the back of his hand, thinking. The green in his eyes was breathtaking.
"What I need is hatred, isolation, despair, and powerlessness."
"I have thought about it, the protagonist must be a woman."
"A woman who looks like a loser at first glance must be ugly, short, and like a fat pig."
"No one wanted to fuck her because she was a fucking Jurassic dinosaur, and then there was a love drama every night, and you know, some people at night, they would touch themselves."
"She's so ugly that she can't even find a job, so she can only dress up as a fucking amusement park doll, and when she takes off her hood, she scares the kids into crying."
Dickson thought this was a genius idea, like an apple hitting Newton's head.
One of the screenwriter's female assistants had changed her face, and there was hidden hostility in her eyes as she looked at Di Biao.
The screenwriter was very interested.
"It doesn't matter who you cast, it doesn't matter if you use CG special effects or the like."
"The focus is on the spirit, and the spirit is the most important."
"Do you know about the Symbolic Realm?"
"She wants to be completely integrated into the symbolic world, and she is to be instilled with all the mainstream values."
"But all of it made her feel uncomfortable."
"This is invisible brainwashing disguised as beeswax, thereby wasting her true talent."
"Just like when your boss asks you to go to work, if he gives orders directly, you can feel that this is an adversarial relationship and you will only work for profit."
"And when your boss pretends to be your good buddy and asks you to work in the name of a friend, you don't feel confrontation. This invisible slavery kills everyone. When you are coerced, you can only work with dedication. Influence yourself and become a pig or dog."
"Right, that is it."
"Until one day, she discovered that she didn't have to live by such rules at all."
"She realized that her only talent was ugliness, and God gave her the skills to commit horrific crimes. This is a gift. She cannot refuse this innate talent. It is a blessing from God. If she can do this
the words said."
"When people cannot realize themselves from virtue, I think they can only find it from pain and evil."
Di Wei nodded, thinking this was a motto.
The female assistant was speechless.
The female assistant who had just gone out to get the wine returned to the conference room and poured wine for the screenwriter and the two visitors.
"Sir, please forgive my vulgar language...but you are such a fucking genius!"
The screenwriter was amazed, and the enthusiasm in his eyes was absolutely false.
In the crisp sound of clinking glasses.
Di Wei finally added.
"As for the ending, friends, it's actually a documentary, cheers."
Di Wei drank the wine in the glass and said calmly.