Columbia Pictures has its own post-production department.
In fact, this department is not important, because they belong to the producer and will basically find a post-production company that the director is familiar with for production.
Yes, there are a large number of specialized film and television post-production and special effects production companies in Hollywood.
However, the post-production workers hired by big-name directors are tool workers, and the real editing rights are in the hands of the director.
Unless it is an assembly line company like Zhang Hong's previous life at Marvel, it will completely let go of the director and control the editing rights.
They also have confidence.
Marvel movies have such high box office, but people like Zhang Hong who simply watch movies have no idea who the directors of those movies are.
He only vaguely remembered that there was a Russell brother, but nothing else.
Unlike other classic movies, he can basically tell who the director is.
For example, Michael Bay, Cameron, etc.
The traditional film studios basically follow this process. When they want to make a good film, they find a big director.
If you find a big director, the editing rights will definitely be handed over, so their post-production department is actually not that important.
Just like this time, they are also tool people.
So when Donald brought Zhang Hong in, everyone gathered together to hear what the director had to say about the editing and color grading of the film.
The importance of editing goes without saying.
Color matching is no less important.
And of course there's music.
The combination of these three can truly achieve the effect the creator wants to achieve.
After Donald finished giving everyone the chicken blood and cakes, everyone continued to stare at Zhang Hong.
To be honest, we are all office workers who are being squeezed by capitalists, and Donald's chicken blood and painting cakes are not worth mentioning in their eyes.
Because when it comes to painting cakes, only less affordable cakes are possible for them to eat.
The pie is so big that they themselves don’t believe it.
Zhang Hong looked a little confused at the white foreigner in this group.
His mind was wandering now, and he didn't even think about issues such as film color grading and editing - although he was not an amateur now, compared with the professional party in Hollywood, he was still a bit amateur.
What he is thinking now is, if he reports to the TV station that Columbia Pictures discriminates against race and gender, how can Columbia Pictures turn around?
After all, these are all Caucasian men, there are no other races or women at all.
But forget it, the other party hasn't sorry for me yet.
But Zhang Hong feels good about himself. Although he is not very good at mixing colors, he is very good at reading people!
Otherwise, how could he choose those young geniuses in the company?
He doesn't want to make a bad movie.
So Zhang Hong began to observe.
According to his understanding, anyone who can get into Columbia Pictures must not be a bastard.
Either he has a rich and dazzling resume, or he comes from a very strong school.
Otherwise, even if Columbia Pictures is declining and the post-production department is not important, they will not be able to get in.
After all, this is one of the eight major film studios in Hollywood.
So how to choose?
First of all, there is no need to think in terms of "light in the eyes".
Turn on the lamp and shine it on. Who the hell doesn’t have light in his eyes yet?
Moreover, there are several people who are nearsighted, so their eyesight is not good.
That’s age!
Although older people are more mature, the passion in their hearts may have been extinguished long ago, or it may take a lot of effort to activate their enthusiasm.
Moreover, this department does belong to the elderly care department. Even if the middle-aged people are full of enthusiasm when they come in, they will be exhausted in decades.
So look for young people!
Soon, Zhang Hong fell in love with a young man.
He is young, has no gray hair, and is estimated to be in his mid-twenties at most. His eyes are full of indifference, and he seems to be disdainful of this life.
No, it's not that I'm dismissive, I just don't care at all.
Zhang Hong has also seen this state.
This was the state of his dawdling in his previous life three years after graduation.
This is a standard fishing expert!
And this person is the same as Zhang Hong himself at that time, the kind of person who has not yet found his goal!
So Zhang Hong smiled and winked at Donald.
Old Tang asked in confusion: "Zhang, why are you blinking? Do you want to go to the hospital? We at Columbia Pictures can help you make an appointment with the best ophthalmologist in advance. Don't worry, we will reimburse you."
Zhang Hong: "..."
This guy is really mean-spirited and has no tacit understanding with me at all.
So he smiled and said: "Old Tang, take everyone to rest for a while while I handle some things here."
He pointed to the young man and said, "Come on."
The young man looked puzzled, but still followed Zhang Hong to the smoking room in the rest area.
"Sir, are you looking for me?"
Zhang Hong only understood "Sir".
But it doesn’t matter, the simultaneous translation function on your mobile phone is very powerful.
Just speak Chinese into your phone and it will be automatically converted into English.
The literal kind.
There will be no barriers to communication between two people.
Zhang Hong typed, "What do you call me?"
The golden retriever adjusted his glasses and said, "James, sir, James Heller."
Zhang Hong: "..."
I just met a "pirated brother A" on the front foot, and now I meet the second-generation protagonist?
But Zhang Hong is not worried. This little brother is not a soldier, and he is not a Blackman. He has nothing to do with the big brother who flies around and turns his arms into sharp blades to cut people.
But the name was good, and Zhang Hong decided it was him.
So Zhang Hong continued typing:
"James, what do you think of this movie?"
Movie...James didn't know why, but he still replied: "Sir, we will do what you ask."
This is not the answer Zhang Hong wants.
"No, no, no, dear Mr. James, this is not the answer I want."
Zhang Hong handed him a cigarette, but James did not refuse.
After they both clicked, it seemed that the distance between them had become much closer.
James boldly asked: "Sir, what is the answer you want?"
"Just call me Zhang." Zhang Hong continued typing, "James, I can see that you are not very satisfied with this job."
James' face changed and he denied decisively, "No, sir, I am very satisfied with this job!"
"Please don't lie to me, dear James, I can see from your eyes that you have your own ideas."
Zhang Hong smiled as enigmatically as Erha, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking, "James, don't you want to become famous through this?"
Before James could deny it, Zhang Hong continued: "Oh, God! There are really no people who enter Hollywood not just to be famous, right? No way?"
James gritted his teeth and said, "Of course, Zhang, I want to be famous! But..."
"But the reality disappoints you. In Hollywood, no, even in Columbia Pictures, you are just a nobody."
Zhang Hong was aggressive, "So have you given up? James, tell me, are you a coward?"
"No! Sir!" James subconsciously stood up and replied loudly.
"Very good!" Zhang Hong nodded, "If you are a coward, then I will kick your ass with my leather shoes!"
After flicking off the cigarette ashes, Zhang Hong crossed his legs and said, "Now I'll give you a chance, a chance to prove your talent."
James' breathing became rapid, and he had already guessed what Zhang Hong was going to say.
Sure enough, the next moment, Zhang Hong said with a smile: "If you were to control the editing rights of these two movies, could you do it?"
"Of course! Sir!"
The genes of the ugly people make him not know what modesty is.
Zhang Hong smiled and patted his shoulder, "I wish you good luck, my California boy."