The commercial director, as the talker of a small shooting team, also has his own "rules". He must establish emotional contact with the actors he likes.
As usual in the industry, Fang Yi was invited to dinner; if an actor was invited, it would be natural to have an actress, and if there were an actress, it would be natural to add an agent.
But throughout the dinner, Liu Zhenzhen helped the female model socialize and had no intention of talking to Fang Yi.
The director's eyes fell on Fang Yi. Because it was a heated store, Fang Yi took off his coat, leaving only a close-fitting bottoming shirt, revealing the curve of his chest, and further up, his delicate neck and protruding Adam's apple;
There is no flaw in the jawline, and the young man's skin is delicate and childish. The arc is rounded a lot, and upwards, it is a face that can be called the essence of human genes.
The director couldn't help but say: "Fang Yi, your temperament is really suitable for filming advertisements and fashion magazines." After a pause, he thought for a while and then said, "I heard that you want to become an actor. In fact, you want to
If you don't become an actor, you can still get ahead even as a model."
The director took a few sips of wine and then started giving advice.
It's about the difference between actors and models.
"The mainstream of our advertising is still handsome men and beautiful women, because the brand wants to export emotions, convey values, and coax people to consume. In other words, it has an exaggerated side."
"And some actors have too down-to-earth looks, which is contrary to the original intention of the advertisement..."
Liu Zhenzhen led the female model and nodded frequently, while Fang Yi occasionally squeaked to show that he was being taught.
Generally speaking, in situations where he is present, there will always be a talkative person, and he is used to it. Most of the time, it is a woman, and sometimes it is a man.
"Mars likes to make their commercials long; I think this one was good. If they invest more, we might not just have to meet each other."
The director said so.
After the show, Liu Zhenzhen led the female model to say goodbye to the group. It was Fang Yi's turn, and she didn't say much. She just kept that half-smiling expression, as if Fang Yi was about to run over to her, and said two words.
The love of a thousand "rules" money.
On the other hand, the female model Zhang Li was very reluctant: "Teacher Fang, I should have called you brother, but in my heart I wanted to be younger than you." She looked at him affectionately.
In fact, after all, Zhang Li has a graceful figure, a beautiful face, and is not too old, so she can play the role of a girl in commercials. Looking at him like this made Fang Yi feel unnatural.
Fang Yi, who has always been the ivory tower of the school, has never seen such a direct and passionate confession, although he has seen many love letters.
Liu Zhenzhen did not dissuade the female models under her. She exchanged some anecdotes about the industry with the slightly tipsy director, and only occasionally turned her attention here.
If I agree, I'm afraid something will happen tonight.
He said goodbye to these people, but in his mind he was thinking about the pines and cypresses standing beside the school library, the lovers who were always having fun coming and going, and the textbooks full of notes and drawings that he had seen on the first floor of the teaching building.
Book.
"The entertainment industry..." Fang Yi murmured.
As he boarded the subway, the sound of the subway roaring due to acceleration rang in his ears, and the flashing light strips alternated between dark and sunny on his face.
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The shooting of the new micro-film "Stirring Up China" was set in Tangshan, not far from the capital; an abandoned steel factory was used as the filming background, because the script was written in a southern coastal city and took place in the summer.
Fang Yi, the leading actor, had to enjoy the treatment of wearing summer clothes in winter.
The Korean female boss is looking for local art students who can speak Korean, and their skills are no lower than those in the capital.
I put the props on and performed several performances.
When Fang Yi came down, he crossed his arms and got into the blanket.
"Teacher Fang, there is really no way to do this. You are a young man with strong firepower. If you can resist, I will try my best to cooperate with you."
Wang Defa assigned a special task force to keep an eye on Fang Yi. Once he finished filming, he would cover him with a thick blanket.
"It's okay." Fang Yileng's voice was trembling, and he had to comfort others.
In fact, the extras who were hired also wore less clothes, but no one paid much attention to them. They were also shivering, and after the show, they found their original clothes and put them on. But their clothes were piled together, and many of them were similar.
, it’s not that people in Fang Yi are so quick to serve, they always have to look for them, and they have been freezing for a long time.
Fang Yi thought these people looked pitiful. He heard that he had arrived at the venue in the morning and was waiting for him to put on makeup and wait for the crew to make arrangements. He asked Wang Defa: "Brother, how much money can they get for this day?"
Wang Defa: "The one next to you who is working on the sewing machine is one hundred and fifty yuan; the one who is far away from the picture is eighty yuan."
After that, he pointed towards the extras in the corner and followed the direction to help Fang Yi distinguish the dense group of people standing there.
Fang Yi bit the dry and cracked skin on his mouth. He had done nothing wrong, but he still felt uncomfortable with his conscience.
Wang Defa saw that he didn't want to talk and seemed to be in a low mood, so he stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "Junior brother, acting is like this."
There is nothing left to say.
Junior brother, if you weren't born so good-looking and so noble, you would have to endure these hardships.
Fang Yi asked again: "Are they all found locally?"
Wang Defa shook his head: "That's not the case. The person who is working on the sewing machine next to you needs to show a very clear face. You can't find an amateur. We hired it from the team leader, who pulled a car from the capital. After the filming, we brought him back; they also
I'm very popular, and I have to shoot the next day's movie, and the schedule is even fuller than yours. I have work every day, almost like going to work, but there are no days and nights."
"Actually, these people are already semi-professional." "Twenty or thirty years ago, if they had studied in a major, they would have been no different from you and me." "Maybe they were acting in local theaters, maybe in local movie theaters.
Occasionally I would teach even though I had my name on the school... back then, you had to do these things.”
Fang Yi: "What about the others? They also act semi-professionally?"
"I don't know much about the rest. I made a phone call and agreed to pay 80 yuan a day. I would not play a corpse, but a hanged man. I could see it on TV and be a living person. So I shouted so much. You see.
Those who have arrived have already been screened by us..."
When Wang Defa said this, he suddenly asked, "Why do you care about these things today?" Without waiting for Fang Yi's answer, he said with a smile, "You also want to find someone to act in a play. Would you like to try directing?" "I see the recent trend, it is true.
There are celebrities who independently film their own movies, that... the very famous female star Xu Cainü, isn’t that the case?"
Wang Defa thought about it and felt that it was very fun and could repay Fang Yi's favor for letting Fang Yi film alone, so he really did it.
He gave up his seat and gave Fang Yi a fishing chair worth eighty yuan and a blanket worth more than thirty yuan.
"You can give it a try, directing is pretty simple."