Huayu’s ex-husband

Chapter 63 63. This movie... was really made by you?

"This movie... was really made by you?"

When the two returned to the office, Zhang Jiandong finally couldn't help but asked.

It's not surprising that he was doubtful. To an outsider, the movie just looked good. But in the eyes of insiders, the technique is too sophisticated!

The control of rhythm and overall control are quite mature, and the handling of light and shadow, color, composition, soundtrack, and editing are almost impeccable. They make the film's pictures beautiful and warm, and have even formed their own unique style. , does not look like the work of a new director at all.

If Wei Wu hadn't brought this here today, he would have believed it if you said this movie was shot by Zhang Yimou or Chen Kaige!

Although Wei Wu felt a little proud in his heart, he still said calmly:

"Teacher Zhang, this was really taken by me. Liu Yifei and the others were following the whole process, and Huang Bo from our school was also watching.

"We have a small crew, and there are only a few people in the Caotai team. I am the only one who came from a serious school and studied directing. Who else can I find to shoot for me?"

Zhang Jiandong still seems a little unbelievable: "But to be honest at this level, if you ask me to shoot it, I can't even shoot it.

"I'm not afraid of offending people by telling the truth. Even the PhD supervisors in our department don't have many of them. You have only been studying for a few years and you can make a movie like this?"

Wei Wu originally wanted to say that art is about talent, and it is normal for a person to be better than a person who is good at it.

Not to mention that teachers are not as good as students, even if an expert cannot do as well as an amateur, it is commonplace.

International directors such as Hitchcock, Cameron, Spielberg, Nolan, Quentin, Takeshi Kitano, and Akira Kurosawa are not from a professional background. Even their majors or careers are basically the same as directors at the beginning. Can't hit.

Not to mention the large number of actors-turned-directors in China. At least Feng Xiaogang and Jiang Wen didn't come from a major, and to be more serious, Zhang Yimou, Gu Changwei and Ning Hao didn't count, because they all also majored in photography.

But Wei Wu thought that Zhang Jiandong might not be happy if he said this, so he swallowed it.

What's more, the reason why his level is so high, isn't it all due to extra points? Then why does he have to pretend to be like this?

So Wei Wu had to explain patiently: "Teacher Zhang, this movie was really shot by me. It was just finished in August at our No. 54 Middle School. Many students came to guest star and saw it. You can do whatever you want." Go ask.

"If you really don't believe it, I'm going to shoot a new movie called "The Journey" in two days on the 15th of this month. You are welcome to come and give me guidance at any time."

Seeing how confident he was in what he said, Zhang Jiandong immediately believed it even if he didn't believe it.

After all, this matter cannot be hidden. The movie has only been shot for less than two months, and it can be found out clearly with just one investigation.

Zhang Jiandong couldn't help but sigh: "It's true that I judge people by their appearance. But when you were in school, I didn't see you so outstanding! How come you are so good as soon as you get started?"

Wei Wu smiled sheepishly and said, "Mr. Zhang, I'll tell you the truth. In fact, I mainly kept a low profile when I was in school. As for our textbooks, I can tell you without exaggeration that I can recite them backwards and forwards."

Zhang Jiandong suddenly blew his beard and stared, and said angrily:

"Hey, you are such a person. You really gasp when you are said to be fat! And you still know how to memorize it? I really don't believe it anymore, so I'm going to test you."

As Zhang Jiandong spoke, he picked up a textbook from his desk, flipped through it and started asking questions:

"You have all studied "Modern Film Performance Art Theory", right? Then let me ask you, what is the practice of distortion and dependence on instinct?"

Wei Wu searched randomly in his mind, and then began to recite aloud word for word:

"Maintaining the nature of instinct and distortion, from the perspective of creative practice, means to perceive with the actor's instinct and act with the logic and habits of the character. The essence of performing art creation is actually the actor's art of distortion of himself.

"When an actor plays a role, he draws on his imagination and various experiences..."

"Fuck, wait until I change it again——"

Zhang Jiandong's jaw almost dropped, and he found several other questions for him to memorize. Wei Wu answered fluently and accurately throughout the whole process.

Zhang Jiandong took out other textbooks to try, but the results were the same. Wei Wu answered from memory with ease.

This time Zhang Jiandong was really convinced. He looked at Wei Wu blankly and was speechless for a long time. Is this a genius?

He used to think that someone could have a photographic memory, but he was just spreading rumors. I didn’t expect that today I would be able to gain my knowledge and meet a god.

"What score did you get in the college entrance examination?"

At this time, a deep male voice suddenly came from the side. Wei Wu turned around and saw that the speaker was a short, skinny old man in his fifties or sixties. He looked like an old farmer with his unshaven beard.

Despite his unimpressive appearance, he was actually the target of Wei Wu's trip - Tian Zhuangzhuang, the director of the directing department.

He had just come here to discuss work with Zhang Jiandong, but he happened to witness the whole process of Zhang Jiandong's test against Wei Wu.

In fact, he didn't know Wei Wu at all, but seeing that he could memorize the teaching materials backwards and forwards, he was inevitably surprised, so he asked this question.

"Teacher Tian." Wei Wu first nodded slightly and greeted him, and then answered his question honestly:

"457 points."

Tian Zhuangzhuang couldn't help but frown: "You have such a good memory, how come you got such a low score in the college entrance examination?"

Of course it was because I hadn't bound the system at that time, otherwise?

So Wei Wu had no choice but to make it up: "I'm afraid my score will be too high and my parents won't let me come to Nortel."

Tian Zhuangzhuang and Zhang Jiandong looked at each other, and they both felt that the answer was outrageous, but after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense.

After all, with Wei Wu's perverted memory, it would not be a big problem for a liberal arts student to score more than 600 points rather than 700 points, so his parents might not agree to let him study in an art school.

Zhang Jiandong asked along the way: "I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply! So you have been hiding your clumsiness? Did it start in high school? Now that you are in college, what else are you hiding?"

Wei Wu could only continue: "Well... mainly because I'm used to it."

Tian Zhuangzhuang couldn't help but be curious: "What kind of hidden clumsiness is there?"

Zhang Jiandong immediately told him with excitement: "Director Tian, ​​you don't know, this guy invested in a movie himself.

"I just got it and showed it to everyone in the screening room of our school. The level is quite high! I can't believe that he made this movie, so I specially tested him."

Tian Zhuangzhuang became interested immediately after hearing this: "Is it true or false? Is it such an exaggeration?"

Zhang Jiandong was about to pull him out immediately: "Am I still bluffing you? If you don't believe me, just go see it with your own eyes. I guarantee you will be surprised."

Tian Zhuangxu was a little moved: "Then I have to go and see it, let's go!"

Zhang Jiandong shook his head at Wei Wu and said, "Come on, let Director Tian take a good look at your strength!"

So the three of them went out together and walked towards the screening room.