In the following days, I successively filmed scenes that take place in today’s middle school society.
Youth films are actually different from romance films. They have something in common, but fundamentally they are not the same thing. Compared with romance films, the core element of youth films lies in how the director wants to arouse the resonance of the audience.
The crew carefully selected the following scenes.
The Education Bureau explicitly prohibits performance ranking, but the school still posts the monthly exam rankings on the class door.
Weekends are also used for studying, non-stop. The stupid children couldn't stand it, so they called Education Ju to report it. It took several calls to get through. As soon as xx Middle School was mentioned, the call was immediately hung up.
I tried again, but couldn't get through.
This is the real first lesson of school.
It was obvious that the class division was only carried out in the second year of high school, but the head teacher let it slip. It turns out that in the first year of high school, it is necessary to plan the liberal arts and sciences. "Everything must be in line with exam-oriented education, because one score will wipe out a thousand people. You don't understand now, but you will be grateful in the future."
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Interestingly, when the teacher said this sentence, the slogan on the blackboard was the message of education reform:
Improve quality education and optimize classroom learning.
Despite this, the teacher is still dissatisfied. The mantra of class teacher Jin Dong is: "You are the worst class I have ever taught. Think about the last class..."
"I'll only speak for one more minute."
"Study hard in high school, and it will be easy when you get to college."
So, it seems that feelings cannot be generated in this way. Unfortunately, the feelings that should be there will still be generated, but it will not come to fruition.
Fang Yi wanted to use a colorful pseudo-long lens to shoot it.
This process requires the use of an entire floor of classrooms - the Ninth Middle School has vacated a floor for him. It was not a teaching building in the first place, but an experimental building that had been blocked for a long time and was never used, and was only used by leaders.
Early in the morning, the crew moved in a total of more than 500 benches, distributed in eight classrooms, and used a total of 70 extras, including Fang Yi and Liu Tianxian, a total of 72 people, which just filled the entire classroom.
The estimated screening time will not exceed five minutes.
In the first classroom, the head teacher wearing a horizontally striped blue and black shirt entered the classroom. Everyone in the classroom was sitting upright, looking intently.
"There will be a parent-teacher meeting next Friday to report on the results of your first monthly exam."
"Click!"
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Everyone began to hide in an empty classroom to change costumes, and the male and female actors each occupied a classroom. After twenty minutes, the group moved to the second classroom.
The film crew was not idle either and prepared the camera positions early.
The props team wrote the words on the blackboard, which is Lu Xun's text appreciation.
——The young Chinese teacher was teased by the students. She was so good-tempered that she blushed and said, "Go to self-study!"
When she was taking pictures of the blackboard, she stirred up dust and choked. She also noticed that the writing at the top had not been wiped clean, so she made use of the topic and said, "Students on duty remember to wipe the blackboard!"
The camera was shown to the audience, and the students were filled with a sense of "revenge".
As a student on duty, Liu Tianxian looked very uneasy, and Fang Yi in the back row glanced at him.
Then change to the third classroom, the fourth classroom... until the eighth classroom.
In the middle, I experienced the geography teacher who drew full circles casually, the chemistry teacher who breathed out fire with alcohol in his mouth, the biology teacher who was uncomfortable teaching about men and women, the history teacher who talked about lighthouse cooking, and recalled the majesty of the Han and Tang Dynasties.
And the political teacher who boasts, "If you think politics is not important, you don't understand China yet"...etc.
Take a walk and watch the flowers.
The political teacher who looked down on the world was a dwarf, and he couldn't reach the upper edge of the black board. "We should arrange for a tall male student to handle it. Although I can't write there, it looks refreshing to me."
"Is there anyone willing to sign up automatically?"
"No one has signed up, okay, that's what I like, I'll do the roll call myself."
He cast his eyes on Fang Yi, who was in the last row, "What... you, you are quite tall and don't speak much. You should be very careful."
"Remember, wipe the blackboard."
While saying these words on the stage, the perspective shifted to the window seat in the last row of the classroom, focusing on Liu Tianxian's ponytail, thus making the surrounding scenery temporarily blurred and out of focus.
Liu Tianxian turned to Fang Yi to thank her, and she whispered softly: "Sorry to trouble you."
Without waiting for Fang Yi's "It's okay" reply, she was visibly stunned for half a second, her eyes moved slightly, she nodded more apologetically like a bow, and then turned back.
Fang Yi saw Liu Tianxian biting the end of his pen in the reflection of the window glass.
In this reflection, he can also see himself.
Only then did he swallow his saliva and move his lips inaudibly, "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."
The eighth classroom was a physical education teacher who was sick. The physical education teacher asked Liu Tianxian to write the three characters "self-study" on the blackboard. The high school students cheered like crazy after a long drought, and for the first time in the ten minutes between classes
, they all talked to each other.
Liu Tianxian turned around and said, "My name is Yuan Zhihua, what's yours?"
"Yin Chuan."
"Ah, you are the first one, why didn't you notice..." Liu Tianxian looked at Fang Yi's ugly face.
She hummed softly and raised her hands up.
"It can be more high-profile."
The next shot is of the class teacher Jin Dong who is accompanying the class bell, "There will be no self-study in this class, but a math class."
For some reason, Fang Yi always felt that Jin Donghui was a math teacher.
"In addition, this is also a review of your previous monthly math test scores. Now take out the papers."
There was a cry from the audience.
Jin Dong pretended not to hear and muttered, "Am I happy? They won't give me a salary increase." He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at the blackboard, "Wipe it clean."
Two people actually stood up.
But these two... Jin Dong looked at the results list in his hand. The first place was the boy, Yin Chuan; the second place was the girl Yuan Zhihua.
He looked at the two good students, who wiped the blackboard one after another without any physical contact during the whole process, with a calm heart and an expression of satisfaction.
Along with the voice-over of Jin Dong explaining math problems, the camera ended up on the list of students on duty - that part turned out to be deliberately not erased.
Yuan Zhihua, Yin Chuan.
Didn’t the student on duty notice?
Still, I have become confused and unwilling to erase it.
This scene is easy to write but difficult to shoot. There are two ingenious ideas: one is to use different clothes of students and teachers to imply that time has passed. At the same time, Fang Yi’s clothes have not changed every time, they are still the same.
Uniforms.
Another clever idea is to intersperse a large number of flashback scenes, which happen in most classes, quickly taking the audience into memories.
The difficulty is that it is a pseudo-long shot, that is, so many things must appear to have been shot in one breath. In order not to be confused, the crew strives to have the desks and chairs in each classroom basically the same. At the same time, every two rooms
In the thick wall between classrooms, the camera also intentionally shows a black screen, as if it is "passing through the wall", but in fact it is editing the next shot.