Chapter 274 He Pretended Again
Xie Fei hesitated for a long time before saying, "Teacher Lin, I understand your concern about the quality of the work, but film adaptation is not just about text creation after all..."
"Of course I understand this, so I have to tell you clearly in advance."
After Lin Weimin finished speaking, he looked at Xie Fei quietly.
The atmosphere was somewhat silent.
Since its inception, film has been a director-centered industry.
However, Lin Weimin was involved in drama creation from the People's Art Theatre from the very beginning. The nominal director-centered system was actually a screenwriter-centered system.
After all, they are the three founders of the hospital, Guo, Lao and Wan.
Even with a big shot like Mr. Jiao suppressing them, the glory of these three elders could not be diminished. It's simply a BUG.
When it comes to "The Cliff" and "The Hidden Corner", TV drama directors usually don't have any creative ambitions. Lin Weimin's novel has a good foundation, and Ren Hao is too lazy to give free rein.
However, the creative habits of the film director and the drama creators that Lin Weimin came into contact with are very different. These people usually have a strong ability to work hard and an overwhelming desire to create.
When I get to the set, I'm basically in an "I'm the boss" state. Not to mention the screenwriter, even the producer is not very useful in this part of China.
Xie Fei and Lin Weimin are acquaintances, so he is naturally familiar with his works, including his adaptation achievements.
He also admitted in his heart that Teacher Lin had the capital to do so.
There are dramas such as "The Intouchables" and "Farewell My Concubine", and there is TV series such as "The Cliff". If you pick out any one of these works for adaptation, they are all well-known.
What does this mean?
This shows that the person has a strong foundation in text!
No matter how you present it, the foundation of drama creation is still the text.
It's understandable, but Xie Fei is a film director after all. He appreciates the touching stories in Lin Weimin's works, but he is more afraid that this habit of his will shake his authority as a director in the crew, and may even lead to turmoil and abortion of the entire film production.
"What if I ask you, Mr. Lin, to be the screenwriter of this movie?" Xie Fei hesitated for a long time, but finally did not want to miss this excellent work "The Horse Catcher".
Lin Weimin pondered and said, "I can write the script, but I can only write it based on the novel. Can you accept it?"
Xie Fei was speechless.
A film director wants to adapt a novel, of course because he likes the novel itself, but it is impossible for him not to include his own personal opinions.
Who doesn’t have a desire to create?
If everything is based on your original novel, what's the point of me being the director?
"Teacher Lin, film is the art of the director after all..."
Well, when this sentence came out, Lin Weimin knew that Xie Fei was very dissatisfied.
At this time, Xie Fei had just finished filming "Fire Baby" and had not yet made those movies that later won him major awards. He could not be called a great director, but he still had a good temper.
"Haha, I understand."
Lin Weimin smiled and said a few words, and then nothing else.
Xie Fei saw that everyone still didn't understand the situation, so after chatting for a few words, he said goodbye.
Lin Weimin politely escorted Xie Fei out of the editorial office.
When they returned to the editorial office, Zhu Changsheng teased with a playful look on his face: "I finally understand why no one wants you to make a movie!"
Lin Weimin didn't say anything, but Liu Yin was like a supporting actor, "Why?"
"Why else? I just can't stand his anger!"
Colleagues in the office couldn't help but laugh.
What Zhu Changsheng said is so true to reality.
Just now, everyone felt aggrieved when listening to Lin Weimin's words. After all, he is a director, but now he is treated like a beggar by you.
Lin Weimin shook his head helplessly and said, "When you see what happened to screenwriters in later generations, you will know what begging means."
Teacher Lin, at most I am collecting some interest for my future colleagues!
The next day, Huang Yihe from CCTV came to see Lin Weimin.
It is now mid-October, and there are still more than three months to go until the 1984 Spring Festival. It is time to prepare for the Spring Festival Gala.
Two days later, Lin Weimin rode his motorcycle to the radio compound on Nanlishi Road.
In the bungalow on the west side of the radio building, CCTV's directors and several main creators of last year's gala gathered together.
"Old friends, nice to see you again!" Huang Yihe's opening remarks made everyone smile knowingly.
Today is not a formal meeting, but a brief meeting. The director team called everyone here mainly to feel out the situation and see how many programs everyone can produce, and then arrange the program schedule.
When it was Lin Weimin's turn, he said with a calm expression.
"Director Huang, I won't sign up. Tell me when you need a few programs."
Oh shit!
This year, Teacher Lin installed it again!
The key is that no one thinks they are bragging.
Looking back to last year, just two days after Huang Yihe finished his meeting, people brought several notebooks to him, but in the end he was noble enough to have one of them executed.
With this level of ability, is there any need to brag?
Huang Yihe was only surprised for two seconds before he smiled. What does a director fear the most? He is not afraid that the show will not be exciting, nor that the audience will be dissatisfied. What he fears the most is that the show will have no problems.
With talents like Teacher Lin, how can we open a skylight?
It is estimated that this term will bid farewell to Huang Yihe's directorial career from now on.
How could he not be happy?
"Okay, okay, Teacher Lin still supports our work!"
After saying this, Huang Yihe offended most of the people present. Does that mean we won't support your work?
After leaving CCTV, Lin Weimin returned to the Guowen Publishing House when he had nothing to do.
"Oh!" Qin Chaoyang was walking towards the editorial office with a manuscript in his hand. He met Lin Weimin in the corridor and was surprised.
"How strange! He took a day off and came back in the morning!"
“Isn’t it okay to love your job and be dedicated to it?”
"Okay, okay, okay."
The two of them chatted and laughed as they entered the editorial office. It was only when Lin Weimin walked to the desk that he discovered that there was an international mail on the desk.
"What's going on?"
Zhu Changsheng said, "It was mailed from Hong Kong. The postman looked for you just now but you were not there, so we signed for you. The last manuscript you submitted to Bafang should be published this month, right? It's probably a sample issue."
Lin Weimin tore open the mail package and found that it was indeed sent twelve days ago.
"Banfang" is thicker than an average novel. This publication is called a magazine, but in fact it is more of a publication than a book.
Just by feeling the thickness, it is much thicker than "Contemporary". I opened the magazine and took a look at the table of contents. Wow, it has more than 300 pages.
The price is HK$16 and the rice knife is HK$4.
At this price and with this thickness, it is a large and full-bodied product.
My colleagues were a little surprised. At that time, Hong Kong's martial arts novels had already spread throughout the country, but this was the first time they had seen a literary magazine from Hong Kong, and they all came over out of curiosity.
The first difference is of course the font. Hong Kong uses traditional Chinese characters. The second is the number of pages and capacity.
The content of more than 300 pages is equivalent to the content of two issues of "Contemporary".
"Wow, this is a magazine? Isn't it said that it's difficult to publish literary magazines in Hong Kong?" He Qizhi exclaimed.
Lin Weimin pointed at the words "Series" on the cover and said, "Their magazine is not published regularly, otherwise it wouldn't be called a series."
Everyone understood, but looking at the names of the various articles in the catalog felt a bit dazzled.
Comments, creations, literary theories, literary history materials, academic research, literary memoirs, book news and book introductions...
The book "Banfang" can be described as a hodgepodge, as it covers basically all the textual content that one can think of and see.
Lin Weimin's "Lover" was published in the "Creation" column. Everyone was looking through the contents of "Eight Directions" with great interest, while Lin Weimin was leaning over his desk reading a letter.
Along with "Banfang" was also a letter from the executive editor Gu Cangwu. He was not familiar with Lin Weimin, and the letter was just a routine expression of gratitude.
Since the other party sent a polite letter, Lin Weimin naturally had to write back.
After writing the letter, everyone was still studying the book "Eight Directions".
It's not that everyone has never seen the market and thinks that Hong Kong's things are good. It's really because of the information blockade in this era. Everyone knows very little about the development of Hong Kong literature. Now that they have finally got such an opportunity, they naturally want to know more.
Lin Weimin expressed deep admiration for everyone's enthusiasm for reading so much that they even forgot to take time to eat, and there were fewer people lining up for food.
After get off work in the evening, Han Zhuangzhuang returned to the Shichahai courtyard for a rare occasion.
"How come you have time to come back today?" Lin Weimin asked.
"The filming is going smoothly and my scenes have been completed."
"That's pretty fast!"
Han Zhuangzhuang carried the dishes in both hands and put them into the kitchen. Lin Weimin nodded with satisfaction.
The uncle and nephew haven't been together for a long time. Lin Weimin thinks Han Zhuangzhuang is quite handsome.
While cooking, when asked about how he was doing on the crew and at work, Han Zhuangzhuang talked nonstop.
Last year's Spring Festival Gala skit was a huge bonus for him. He was not the kind of person who would be surrounded by people enthusiastically if he walked on the street.
Instead, this Spring Festival Gala experience is a huge improvement in his business and qualifications.
In the past, when he was in the People's Art Theatre, he was not even considered a young actor. He was just slightly better than the students in the training class, otherwise he would not have hung out with Liang Guanhua.
When the theater was selecting the leading actors, people like him who had no acting skills, no qualifications, and no fame had to stand aside. Now that he has performed on the Spring Festival Gala, it itself is a kind of acceptance and recognition of his acting skills.
Secondly, everyone would also feel that having performed on such a big stage, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to play an important role in a drama.
In this way, as long as there is a suitable role, won’t there be a chance to compete?
Just like Bater in "The Horse Catcher", if it was just based on nepotism, I guess even if Teacher Lin begged for the role for his nephew, the People's Art Theatre would have given it to him.
But what you ask for and what others give you voluntarily are not of the same nature.
Han Zhuangzhuang has been at the People's Art Theatre for two years and understands this truth deeply.
"Oh, by the way, it's time for The Horse Catcher to be released, right?"
"It's coming soon. The performance will be held at the beginning of next month."
Lin Weimin nodded and said, "Think about getting the ticket back to me."
"Okay." Han Zhuangzhuang agreed and then glanced at Lin Weimin.
"Uncle, what do you think about me buying a house?"
(End of this chapter)
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