154. Chapter 152 Director Wang Fulin who couldn’t get enough costumes
Chapter 152 Director Wang Fulin who can’t get enough costumes
"But he put all his thoughts on the mural "Nezha Makes the Sea"," Huang Yongyu said with a thick smile on his lips: "If he is not careful, something will happen to the other one."
"The painting was smashed?"
"The painting is gone," Huang Yongyu spread his hands and smiled.
"Um?"
"That's it," Shao Fulin explained for him:
"Among these paintings is a mural called "Hymn of Life," which depicts the grand occasion of the Dai Nationality's Water Splashing Festival. The original painting was almost complete."
But the painter Yuan Yunsheng and his students climbed in through the window and "taken off" the clothes of the three Dai girls on the mural.
Jiang Shan's eyes lit up: "Is this okay?"
"It definitely won't work," Huang Yongyu continued: "Yuan Yunsheng was very clever when he submitted the design drawing. He drew a line on the chests of the three people, and Lao Zhang thought it was a skirt."
Later, when it was nearly completed, Yuan Yunsheng immediately closed the threads and added some artistic expressions that he wanted to express most.
Thus, the first public building body art after the founding of the People's Republic of China was born.
The more Jiang Shan listened, the happier he became: "What should I do? Can I still draw it back?"
"Paint it back?" Huang Yongyu pursed his lips and shook his head: "No matter how the superiors persuade me, this Yuan Yunsheng will not even let anyone put on his shorts."
Hearing this, Jiang Shanyan looked at Huang Yongyu with a smile: "If it were you, would you do this?"
These words stopped the other party. Huang Yongyu turned to look at Shao Fulin: "Can you do it?"
Shao Fulin shook his head: "He and I are not in the same relationship."
"Yes," Huang Yongyu immediately found his direction: "He and I have different styles. If it were you, would you be able to do it?"
The topic was brought back again.
"I don't have the guts." Jiang Shan shook his hand decisively.
The key is that I don’t like to draw this either.
Not long after we finished our meal in the guest house, the small Jeep that Huang Yongyu contacted drove up.
The three of them talked and laughed all the way until they reached the front of the "Hymn of Life"...
"The painting is so damn good!" Huang Yongyu narrowed his eyes with emotion.
"It's indeed good, but... it's probably impossible to issue stamps."
"Don't turn everything into a square."
"Haha, I can't help it, maybe it's a professional habit."
The two old friends studied the mural for a long time before they realized that Jiang Shan's figure was missing.
"Hey, where is that boy from Jiangshan?" Huang Yongyu turned around and asked.
"I don't know," Shao Fulin also looked back: "Is he embarrassed to see it?"
"Whoever plays painting has never seen this!"
"Found it, over there," Shao Fulin pointed to the distance.
At this moment, Jiangshan is standing in front of the giant mural "Nezha Makes the Sea".
Different from the imported acrylic paints in "Hymn of Life", "Nezha Haohai" all uses traditional Chinese painting paints.
Shen Yucheng, an old artist who once painted murals for the Lama Temple, is coloring the Korean paper used in the murals.
Printing and dyeing, thick coating, dry rubbing, spray painting...the techniques are so rich that it is dazzling.
The parts that have been painted have thick colors, like paint or porcelain.
Chief designer Zhang Ding gave the order from the beginning that all color grading work should be completed by Shen Yucheng alone, and no second person was allowed to intervene.
"Finally my eyes are open," Jiang Shante was excited at this moment: "Teacher Huang, thank you for bringing me in to take a look."
"Don't say it's you," Huang Yongyu was also studying at the side: "This is the first time I've seen it."
"Xiao Jiang," Shao Fulin reminded: "That line... do you still want to see it?"
"Of course I want to see it," Jiang Shan silently turned around and headed for his destination.
These three Dai women during the Water Splashing Festival have become the focus of attention since their birth.
The senior leader once made a joke, asking his subordinates to print more and sell them abroad to earn foreign exchange.
After that, it became Huo Yingdong's benchmark for paying attention to domestic policy trends.
For a long time, every time he arrived at Yanjing Airport, he would first check to see if the painting was still there.
If it is still open, it means it is still open for investment.
"Did you bring those two owls back?" Jiang Shan really wanted to see them.
Huang Yongyu put on the posture of a yamen master: "You want to see "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", right?"
"I want it all, I want it all."
"Let's go," Huang Yongyute said simply: "Come to my house and play for a while."
At this moment, Zhou Yeming, the deputy director of Yanjing TV Station, finally contacted Gu Zhengzheng: "What are you busy with? Old Gu, I have been looking for you for a long time."
"What else can I be busy with?" Director Gu knew who the other party was as soon as he heard the voice: "Isn't it all about the weather forecast lately? Your station is getting closer, right?"
"The preparations for the weather forecast have been handed over to the meteorological observatory," Zhou Yeming couldn't bear to worry about this.
CCTV's weather forecast is highly difficult and must be done by professionals.
"Let me ask you something," Zhou Yeming seemed to be quite anxious: "In the movie "Nezha Hao Hai", there is a video tape of a circle of painters surrounding Mr. Gong playing the piano. Can you send me a video?"
"No problem, I'll send it to you shortly."
"Lao Gu, I didn't expect you to start paying attention to film and television news now?"
The first time he saw this news broadcast on Pujiang Channel, Zhou Yeming was immediately stunned by the interview scene inside.
This is the first behind-the-scenes production footage of a movie to be put on the screen in China.
I didn't expect it to look particularly interesting.
Even Zhou Yeming, who is an industry insider, saw it with interest.
"Not bad." Recently, Gu Zhengzheng has been proud of this news:
"I have to thank Xiao Jiang for this. Before he went to the Meiying Studio for an interview, he mentioned it to me. I quickly asked the photographer to carry the machine and went over."
"Xiaojiang? Jiangshan."
"Yes, he just arrived in Yanjing today," Gu Zhengzheng continued: "It seems that he went to interview some movie that is being shot."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yeming quickly asked: "Which movie? You might as well just tell me where you got it!"
"Where should I go?" Gu Zhengzheng smiled bitterly.
Recently, the idea of transferring Jiang Shan to Pujiang TV Station has become stronger and stronger.
After putting down the phone, Zhou Yeming picked up a white porcelain cup and walked slowly to the window of the office:
This Xiao Jiang, how come every time he comes to Yanjing, he doesn't know how to come to the TV station to sit for a while.
Just as I was thinking about how to find out the other party's contact information, suddenly the phone on my desk rang again.
"Hello,"
"Director Zhou, there is a young man named Jiang at the gate who wants to see you. He said he is from Pujiang."
"Ha," Zhou Yeming couldn't help but laugh: "Let him come in."
A few minutes later, a young man with a shaved head walked into the deputy director's office.
"Director Zhou," Jiang Shan's smile was still sunny: "I'm here to disturb you again."
At this time, Zhou Yeming, who was sitting on the sofa, waved to him: "The tea is ready for you."
"You're too polite." Jiang Shan sat down with a smile.
"The young man is getting more and more energetic," Zhou Yeming smiled and looked at Jiangshan: "What have you been busy with recently?"
"It's the same thing about the newspaper office. This time I went to Yanjing to meet two teachers. One of them you should know is the one from the Guangzhou Painting Academy."
"Oh, remember, he came to Yanjing too?"
"Teacher Huang lives in Yanjing."
"I see."
"Director Zhou," Jiang Shan was not going to go around in circles anymore: "I have something else to ask you when I come here."
Zhou Yeming was waiting for him here: "Say."
"Can you help me contact director Wang Haowei from Yanjing Film Studio?"
"You want to interview her?" Zhou Yeming is also always paying attention to the developments of Yan Film Studio: "As far as I know, her movie is not very good."
Before it was released, it was indeed not very popular.
After the film project was approved, the crew of "Look at This Family" didn't even have a fixed camera.
Every time I have to wait for other crew members to be free, I can use it for a while.
Jiang Shan did not expect Director Zhou to know these things: "Director Wang is filming a comedy movie this time, and our newspaper office is quite interested in it."
"Oh, so that's what you think," Zhou Yeming nodded slowly: "Okay, I'll contact you."
"That would be the best," Jiang Shan thanked: "Actually, I can also interview them myself, but I'm afraid that others will ignore me."
"Hahaha," Zhou Yeming pointed at him with a smile: "Don't worry, there are reporters coming to interview, it's not too late for them to be happy."
"I'm relying on you anyway."
As soon as he finished speaking, the office door was knocked again.
After saying "Come in", a gay man wearing a dark gray shirt walked in.
"Tai Zhou, when will this matter with our crew be resolved?"
Jiang Shan was stunned when he saw it, and stood up immediately.
At this time, Zhou Yeming had already walked between the two of them with a smile: "Let me introduce you, this is Wang Fulin, the director of our Taiwan drama group."
"Hello Director Wang," Jiang Shan introduced himself: "I am Jiang Shan, a reporter from Oriental Metropolis Daily."
"Hello, Reporter Jiang," Wang Fulin said politely, "Welcome to our Yanjing TV station as a guest."
"thank you."
After a brief greeting, Wang Fulin frowned again.
He looked at Zhou Yeming and said unceremoniously: "Zhou Tai, while you are free now, come over and take a look with me."
After saying that, he couldn't help but pick up Zhou Yeming and walked out.
Jiang Shan quickly followed out without saying a word.
After going down two floors, the three of them came to a small room of about 10 square meters.
"This room is currently our crew's prop room,"
It's said to be a prop room, but it's actually just a couple of old yellow military uniforms placed on two tables and chairs.
There were several prop guns piled up against the wall. Jiang Shan picked up one of them and made a few serious gestures.
Wang Fulin on the side smiled bitterly: "Did you see it? This is the military uniform I borrowed through all my connections."
At this time, Zhou Yeming picked up something on the table and looked around: "Oh, we really can't increase the funding for your crew. You also know that "There Was a Young Man" only cost a few hundred dollars in total.
Yuan.”
"It's a modern drama," Wang Fulin emphasized: "The film academy provided actors for free, and the shooting location was in his own home. The most important thing is, how can a single copy of it be consistent with my TV series "Eighteen Years in the Enemy Camp"
Compare."
"Then what do you want me to do?" Zhou Yeming felt dizzy when he heard the word "money".
"No matter what," Wang Fulin said in a retreat, "You have to help me borrow a few more decent KMT military uniforms."
The prop room that followed was so quiet that I almost lost a pin.
At Yanjing TV Station in 1979, conditions for the newly established drama group were very tight.
There is neither a professional production department nor a professional production team in Taiwan.
The only art team only knows how to do news.
Not to mention the props, costumes, camera, and lighting personnel.
The crew of "Eighteen Years in the Enemy Camp" was initially formed, with only five people including Wang Fulin.
They were recruiting people from all over the place. They didn't have a clothing department, so they just patched things up from place to place.
However, many borrowed costumes do not actually fit.
Eight bandit soldiers only have two pairs of military trousers.
Those wearing pants stood in the front row and used their bodies to block the actors without pants.
The male protagonist Zhang Lianwen is a burly man. The military uniform he borrowed was too small and he couldn't borrow pants yet.
I carried the hat in my arm throughout the whole play because it was too small to put on.
In the end, Wang Fulin had no choice but to change the full-length shots of the protagonist to half-length shots.
Compared with later TV series, which often cost hundreds of millions to produce, today's crew's budget is estimated to be less than their pocket money.
Looking at the several pieces of loose military uniforms on the table, Jiang Shan suddenly thought of someone: "Director Wang, maybe I can help find a solution to the clothing problem."