Vol 4 Chapter 67: Classic lens

Biao will never understand how painful the various types of torture are, I am lying in the middle of boredom; Gan Ye is Kate on the left and Jesse on the right, Manny on the second night is Wei Wei on the right, and Keira is on the left on the third night. Liv, and then back to the original on the fourth night, "God, the only one that can make me do what I want is far away! If I do something else, or if I want to stir up trouble intentionally, it will immediately "It is a great shame to be repaired by two people around me!" I can't do anything while lying there! And Jesse! Actually become a gang with them completely! It really disappoints me! Little Angela stared at the curtain with her arms in her arms, her lips trembling and making a sound that was almost inaudible. b
"Anji. Are you okay?" The familiar voice suddenly passed from the side and kicked her.
"Well, ah, hi, Steven." Angela came back, smirking and covering her panic.
"I think I must have missed something wonderful, haven't I?" Spielberg asked jokingly.
"Well, Steven, it's nothing, I'm just in a daze." Angela raised her hands. She believed that the other party must not have heard clearly what she was saying, otherwise, "the pleasure was great.
"Is it over? How do you feel?" Angela shifted the subject, while the probe looked out. It seems like this, you can see through the wall to see how the fans over there look at the end of the audition.
"Well Spielberg thought about it and said," Although there are some problems, it is still very good overall. "
"Wow, it's an honor to be praised by you like this." Angela suddenly showed a happy expression, and squeezed his hands into fists and swept down excitedly. "Yes, can you be specific? Oh, please, Steven."
The bright eyes in her eyes clearly told Spielberg that if not, don't want to leave here. The old man grinned abruptly: "Is it necessary? How do you feel like you are in charge of the guide for the first time?"
"Then you should be the first director to guide me." Angela waved with a grin. "Well, let's get started, don't waste time! Some people have said that wasting someone's time for no reason is equal to murder. Don't want me to sue Hurry up and say what you say! "
"Okay okay, what a terrible threat. Spielberg laughed.
After a pause, he suddenly became serious. He doesn't joke when it comes to film-related things.
"The color match is great, the combination of light and shadow is very clever, and quite texture; the lens clip is smooth, sharp and impactful when fast, warm and comfortable when slow; the rhythm is well in place, telling a good Stories. These are your strengths. Needless to say, Spielberg said a short pause here. "But Angie, don't you think your story is a bit cliché?"
"You mean?" Angela Mommed his chin, and frowned slightly.
"There are so many films about the relationship between parents and children. Almost all of them are such routines. Cracks due to the contradiction of growth, then intensify, and then make up for it. Although you have done very well in details. The whole film is deeply moving, Whether your performance or Al's performance is quite superb, the audience will definitely like it. But I'm afraid film critics won't get much praise.
. Spielberg said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"The film critic?" Angela raised an eyebrow. "Do I need to care what they say?"
After waiting for Spielberg to ask questions, she waved and continued to say: "I often say. There are only two kinds of films for directors: one is for the director to shoot for himself, and the other is for the director to include himself. Most people watch it. For the second one, first of all, I will take a picture of myself, and I will consider other people ’s feelings when I am satisfied. I am not the kind of Lynch with a sword and I do n’t like the pity of Europe. The self-directed director, I can consider the feelings of some people but have no interest or obligation to consider the feelings of all people. More importantly, I have to satisfy myself before meeting them, so "Angela booth smiled at Spear. Berg: "Why should I care what they say?"
"Sure enough" the old man smiled and raised his temples. "I should think that you are such a person. Your new work is very good anyway." It looks good. I think Mr. Jared will like it.
"Thank you for your comment. Steven" Angela shrugged, not minding the other person to see her mind, "I'm glad you can come to the preview."
Spielberg smiled and was about to leave, and Angela thought of something to stop him: "Yes, Steven.
She hesitated or asked: "Is the Beijing Olympic Committee intending to invite you to be the honorary director of the opening ceremony?
Probably I didn't expect the topic to jump so fast. Spielberg noticed it clearly, and then nodded after careful recall for a few seconds: "Yes, at a party with the Chinese Consulate General in Luotan One of the officials asked me about this when he was chatting, but it looks more like a joke, you know, at least a year and a half. "
"If they did invite you, would you answer yes?" Angela continued to ask.
"This" old man thought for a while, "It's hard to say. Depending on the situation, you know. I have a complicated relationship with China. I like those ancient cultures, but I hate that government. Did they invite you to sing the theme song? "
"Yes" Angela nodded slightly "but I refused."
"Rejected?" Si Zhongbu ... It wasn't pretend to be surprised. You don't like China, too. "Is it said that they also call you Hollywood celebrities who know China best."
"But this does not mean that I agree with some of their claims, and maybe someone in our country would want it. Little Angela said something in his words, but his tone remained flat.
Spielberg raised an eyebrow and seemed to hear something, but he didn't say much and shrugged before leaving. Looking at the back of the old man's departure, Angela sighed long in her heart, and speaking of this part even transformed her point of view once. It would be helpless if Spielberg ended up in a passive end. But then again, the old man is one of the most powerful people in Hollywood. I haven't seen any big winds and waves, let alone have a clear understanding when leaving, so there is nothing to worry about.
Forgetting this problem, Angela came to the theater's office along the corridor to find staff to understand the situation of the trial screening. So far, three screenings have been held. Angela will secretly go to the theater. To collect the audience ’s response, which has never happened before.
why? Because the previous works are different from the current ones! Those previous works were supported by memories, and Angela participated in an internal audition at most. Although I would also find a theater for a fixed-point preview, I never cared about the opinions of those audiences, even when "John Rabe" was previewed. The movie carried too much, and she thought she had already expressed Things are expressed and will not be modified no matter how much criticism they receive.
But not now, the film "Angel" belongs to Angela from the beginning to the end. She doesn't care about the critics' opinions, but the opinions of ordinary audiences cannot be ignored. That's why I went to the theater to sit down during the preview, so that I could adjust the editing appropriately to make it more perfect according to the audience's views before the official screening.
"There are no particularly good opinions. Most people praise the movie, and these reviews can be seen on the Internet. But there are still some things worth considering, and I need to make another adjustment before the official release. Angela closed her eyes and placed her head on Jessica's shoulders, sniffing her waist and sniffing her hair.
"I suddenly wanted to see you like this," said Jessica, feeling the soft body holding her back, and feeling emotion in the horse's slow and even ups and downs.
"Oh? You can't blame me, Jesse, I told you the time for the fourth audition, but you missed Angela with a grin on her back neck, making Jessica tickle Had to shrink his neck.
"I didn't mean to be here, but I also complained that Jessica was busy with her work.
"Yes, yes, I know." Angela pranked her tongue and licked her earballs. "It doesn't matter, it's going to premiere right before Christmas anyway, don't you plan to participate in your premiere?"
"How is it possible that not only I will participate. They will also participate, including Vivien Jessica said with a smile, it seems that they do not care that they are" self "competitors.
Angela frowned involuntarily, and put a little force on Jessica's waist, finally rubbing her teeth and biting her cheek gently.
"Hey, what is this?" Jessica said with a squinting glance at Angela. Angela didn't answer. She just twitched the reins, and the jogging horse suddenly speeded up and ran faster and faster. At the end, with the sound of whistling wind, the scenery on both sides quickly retreated.
"Ann," Angie, it's too fast, okay, "can you slow down?" Jessica's riding was pretty good under the instruction of Angela. But in the face of this situation, his face was still a little pale, and the whole person leaned on Angela.
There was a smile on the corner of Angela's mouth, pulling the rein while enjoying Jessica's warm body while carefully controlling the horse's running, but it did not mean to slow down at all.
In this way, after the horse took the couple to run a few laps on the racecourse, Angela pulled the reins to slow down the horse, and also lost weight to each of the horses she raised.
"Do you know that I was so worried about riding so fast just now?" Jessica punched Angela with a punch after getting off the horse. The hippie smiled and didn't care: "If not, how could you be good Shrink in my arms
"Just for this." Jessica raised an eyebrow, sighed at will, and held Angela's face, staring at her for a moment and then hugging her tightly.
"If you want, you can tell me directly." She whispered in her ear.
Angela made a glance at the jockey who came over to pull the horse, and then patted Jessica's back silently. After all, it is because of the grievances left by Halloween. This grievance is so powerful that she has been remembering it for more than a month. After all, it was the first time that she was sleeping together when she knew each other ’s relationship. !!
But at this moment, Angela, with guilt, had already lost this resentment. She just wanted to hold the girl in her arms as tightly as ever, and the girl who was attached to her had never changed. Still so gentle and kind.
The car stopped, and Nian Ren was trying to explain something. His daughter, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, stumped out, and laughed and hugged her friends.
The father got out of the car and stared at the noisy daughter. He seemed to want to show a smile, although he always objected that his daughter had already signed a contract with a company. But in the end he didn't show anything, just stood quietly and looked at his daughter. They shouted nervously until they were about to enter the room: "Kriss."
The daughter turned her head and looked at her father unknownly. The father waved his hands as if he didn't know what to say. After a while, he stuttered and said, "Then I will go back first."
"I see." The daughter nodded a little indifferently, and then continued chatting with friends.
My father raised his hands, sighed, and sat in the old Ford, which was already some years old. He drove away slowly. After the car came far away, her daughter suddenly turned her head and thoughtfully looked in the direction of his father's departure.
The father who stopped the car on the street and greeted his neighbor finally returned to his home. He looked blankly at the empty room, picked up a can of beer from the refrigerator, opened it, and made a bench in the hallway outside the door. Watching the street quietly while drinking, the light of the setting sun dimmers a layer of yellow on the outside of the slightly dilapidated house, and the lens stretches far like a still life.
Suddenly, my father seemed to remember something, hesitated for a few seconds, put the beer can on the bench, and quickly returned to the room and entered the grocery room. Several cameras switched quickly, and his father, who was rummaging in the grocery room, finally took a look. The small box was dragged out, blowing the dust on the surface and carefully taking out the contents. It was a few rolls of movie film and a small set of projection equipment.
Holding these things, my father quickly came to the inside, and several cameras were quickly switched. He closed the curtains, closed the door, pushed the bookshelf open to expose the white wall, and installed the machine. He breathed a little and put the film on.
After the light hit the mottled and disorderly things on the wall, a cute and cute girl about 4 years old suddenly appeared in the slightly old-fashioned picture. But she stared at the camera awkwardly and indifferently.
"What's this?" The immature voice came out of the small speaker, and although it sounded unpleasant, it was not annoying.
"This is a camera, my dear, it can leave you in the present look, and it will be very interesting when you look back ten years later, so look at the camera?" Father's voice sounded loudly, loud And full of vigor, and the husky voice is very different now.
Turning around the camera, the little girl was sitting at the table, grabbing a spoon and eating ice cream, and then found her father holding a camera.
"Not allowed to look like me! Dad! Not allowed to look like me!"
"Why? You look so funny, dear Kris."
The camera turned again, and the obviously bigger girl giggled and ran on the grass and then grimaced at the camera from time to time. The wind-torn hair fluttered and made her look adorable.
"You never want to catch up with me. Dad! Never think!"
"Hey, don't run so fast, Kris. Watch out for wrestling, rest assured, no one can catch up with you."
This is how her daughter grew up in these scenes, which recorded her laughter, her pain, her happiness, her sadness. Father sitting on the floor. Stupidly watching the picture on the wall. Involuntarily stretched out his hand and stroked it on the projector next to him, as if the cute daughter in the picture was sitting next to him, watching the images with him, and his hand was moving between her hair. My father didn't notice in the slightest that the closed door behind it had opened a gap. The thin light shot in and reflected the puppet figure. The camera moved past the door and looked at the daughter who was supposed to be at the party. She stood silently at this moment, biting her lip and looking at her father's back with sad eyes.
There was a low-pitched exclaim in the screening room. The more than fifty minutes of foreshadowing had almost made people think that the rebellious daughter was too much, but this shot caused a great reversal of people's perception. The empty medicine bottles buried in the details were full the next day. The required information is still being found the moment before, and it is held in the hands after a moment, etc. etc. It is impossible to keep people from exclaiming.
Angela, who was sitting in the front row, finally breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed her fists, obviously. This classic lens has been recognized by those present, and these exclamations are the best proof. To know. She devoted a lot of effort to designing this small lens. During the performance, he was also extremely involved with Al. Even Spielberg acknowledged that as a turning point in the entire film, the scene was very exciting, and the audience at the preview only praised the scene and did not blame it. Nor did Angela deliberately use the images that her father had previously taken for her in the movie.
That's right, the film images that Al turned out in this scene are the real images of Angela when he was a kid, only a little editing and processing.
It's finally a little earlier today, Ami Tofu. If there is a comic master. I will definitely recognize where the lens came from today. I like it very much, but "the skill is not enough. I ca n’t describe the picture with perfect words. It ’s a shame. If you find it difficult, the key word is: Makeover! 2k novel reading network