Chapter 872 Extra 13: Guest appearance in "Flower" which has been filmed for more than a yearSeeing the 'space elevator' that Guo Fan had built, Chen An couldn't help but sigh that this guy was indeed a talented person.
Although I have seen it before, I always feel that the other party’s design is impressive.
The idea was not his, but he completed it all very well.
"Then spend the money and do it, but give me more shots when the time comes, otherwise it will be a waste."
Chen An had no objection. Such good stuff must be included in the movie.
Hollywood's science fiction movies are becoming less and less interesting, so let's make something eye-catching ourselves.
"Do a good job. People have always said that our country is a science fiction desert. The United States is the desert. Europeans said that they didn't have any science fiction genes at all. In the end, thanks to Hollywood's reproduction of classic works, science fiction has become their synonym."
Chen An then put his arm around Guo Fan's shoulders and kept talking.
With the decline of a few big names from the Golden Age in Europe and even North America, Hollywood, which has run out of inventory, is now completely in the spotlight.
Science fiction movies can be directly renamed special effects movies.
You have no brains at all. Do you think "Black Panther" is just a joke?
This is only part of it, and it is not ruled out that their science fiction level is just like this.
Guo Fan was quite excited. He nodded with a smile after getting the money: "Okay, I promise to satisfy you, Senior Brother."
Looking at the other person's smile which was exactly the same as his own in the past, Chen An suddenly didn't want to laugh as much. He always felt something was wrong.
Am I rich now?
Damn it, I can’t go back to the mountains after putting on this outfit.
After seeing off the begging master, Chen An was a little amused and helpless.
The afternoon sun shone on the earth, the shadows of the tall buildings were crooked, and Chen An left the company.
The screenwriters stopped fighting and started working hard, waiting for Chen An to select their own works.
He didn't stop it, competition is a good thing.
Sitting in the car, Chen Anhou lay on the seat. It was a new model with massage function, which was just right for comfort.
The capital city receding outside the car window is still the capital city, but the pedestrians are all wearing masks and walking in a hurry.
Shanghai, an international metropolis, has a more prosperous business atmosphere than Beijing.
What flows in the Huangpu River is not water, but a golden torrent.
It supports towering skyscrapers that reach the sky, and people cannot even see the peaks when they look up.
At the invitation of Mr. Ren, Chen An came over.
At Jinmao Tower, Mr. Ren had been waiting for a long time. Chen An pushed open the door and saw him.
"Finally you're here. I'm an old man, but I can't wait much longer."
"I've done it as quickly as possible. Besides, couldn't you just tell me about the guest appearance and go directly?"
"That's different. I have to show my appreciation."
"You're too polite, bro. Who are we going to be with?"
Chen An sat at the table and waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be so polite.
"Besides, there's not much point in asking me to make a guest appearance. At that time, I was still farming and going to school in my hometown."
"I didn't ask you to play yourself. If it was later in life, you could have made an appearance."
Director Ren suddenly smiled and expressed his pity.
The timeline of "Fanhua" is not yet the time when the other party became famous.
Chen An picked up the cup skillfully, poured a cup of hot tea, took a sip and exhaled, "The filming started in April last year, and there is still no movement now. Wang Jiawei is worthy of it."
"Don't talk about this. It gives me a headache. I asked you to come but you didn't come." Director Ren covered his head with his hands as if he had a headache.
He had heard about Wang Jiawei's power a long time ago, but only when he actually faced him did he realize how powerful he was, and he didn't know when it would end.
Chen An: "I said, I'm not from Shanghai, and I don't understand Shanghai, so I can't capture that feeling. His lens is very suitable."
"You're cursing, right? Only his petty-bourgeois lens can capture the magic city."
"How could I? Don't put the blame on me, bro."
"I don't know yet. Let me tell you, it's the Magic City." Director Ren tried his best to refute Chen An for demonizing the Magic City.
The latter smiled and nodded without making any excuses. After all, the Magic City had its own situation.
After chatting for a while, Chen An left and went to the crew of "Fanhua".
Seeing the King of Sunglasses getting into the mood, sitting in front of the camera and reshooting over and over again.
Xin Zhilei, who plays Li Li, was exhausted from reenacting the scene over and over again.
"Ka, Zhilei, do you understand what 'Feel' means? 'Feel', feeling, I want a feeling."
Wang Jiawei, who made his request, hid his eyes behind his sunglasses and could not be seen.
But Xin Zhilei's murderous look could not be hidden anywhere. In the end, she frowned slightly, breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "I understand, Director."
Seeing the other person's slightly furrowed brows, with a not-so-obvious but lingering sadness between his brows, Wang Jiawei quickly started shooting and finally found the feeling he wanted.
Chen An stood not far away and watched quietly. The staff member was about to notify them but was stopped by him.
He just wanted to see how the other party took the photo.
"Click, ok." Wang Jiawei was finally satisfied.
Xin Zhilei breathed a sigh of relief. The close-up shot took three days to shoot and was finally finished. She began to doubt whether she was suitable to be an actor.
Only then did she realize that the staff's eyes were not fixed on her, but were looking towards the crowded area.
Chen An was clapping there.
"Director Chen?" Xin Zhilei immediately ran over and joked, "Are you here to replace Director Wang?"
The two met on the set of "Joy of Life" and chatted for a while.
He was impressed by the other party's carefree personality. Wang Jiawei was not angry when he heard this: "I'm just afraid that he won't take over."
"I can't take over. You should leave it to Director Wang to take good care of it."
Chen An smiled and said, “If you fall into Wang Jiawei’s hands, you will be in trouble.”
Xin Zhilei sighed: "Hu Ge has gone out, now it's just Tang Yan and I who are left here to shoot."
Chen An looked at the other person's sad face and smiled faintly.
Don’t be happy too soon. There will be more fun to do when reshoots are not completed.
After chatting with each other for a while, he finally met the remaining female lead, Tang Yan, who played Miss Wang, and it can be said that her acting style was very compatible with that of the other party.
The other party greeted me and responded.
Chen An looked at the content of his guest appearance, and found that he had no lines, just an appearance.
He changed into the suit prepared by the crew, fixed his hair, and finished three or two shots in less than two hours, which was ridiculously fast for Wang Jiawei's shooting speed.
Xin Zhilei was surprised: "Director Chen, it's a pity that you are not an actor. This is the first time I have seen a filming so fast."
"Haha, this is the director's communication. I roughly understand the feeling he wants."
"Yes, it's actually very simple to shoot, but you guys don't understand no matter how I explain it."
Wang Jiawei also spread his hands helplessly.
After all, actors are just actors, so it is much easier to communicate with directors.
Tang Yan didn't dwell on this. She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of everyone. "It's rare for Director Chen to come over for a guest appearance. How about I treat everyone to a meal tonight and let Director Chen have a good taste of our Shanghai cuisine!"
Although he was not very interested, Chen An did not refuse. He wanted to try the taste of people in Shanghai and see if it was as sweet as what was said on the Internet.
In the evening, the other party treated us to a meal and we chatted for a while.
Chen An was not very familiar with this group of post-85 beauties, and the only one he knew slightly was Liu Qianqian.
Each generation has its own traditions.
For example, the tradition of the 85 flowers is that they are not very good on the big screen, but they are indeed top-notch on the small screen.
He is not called the Immortal Poet of the Tang Dynasty for nothing.
Overall, in the eyes of the audience, the influence and popularity of the 85 flowers are still far ahead of their juniors.
(End of this chapter)
