Chapter 231: Cutting off the firewood
An Zhixia found it a little funny, but these people were much friendlier than the old guys in the activity group. Most of their eyes were filled with curiosity, amazement and disbelief.
After dinner, they watched videos for the whole afternoon, and everyone was still in high spirits. Since they didn't have many entertainment activities, they watched the videos as if they were watching TV, and occasionally wrote and drew on paper to help them remember.
An Zhixia returned to the dormitory and found that her things had been put away. There was a message from her brother on the table. It turned out that he was afraid that she was busy, so he came back to help her clean up. What a virtuous girl, she smiled and took her brother's message to the supermarket, washed off the tiredness of the day, changed into comfortable clothes, and slowly walked to the meeting room with her bag.
When she arrived, the directors and production staff were already there. They looked at her with complicated eyes. Thinking about the performance mode that Director Hu mentioned, it was indeed refreshing, breaking the conventional and dull stage style, and seemed to inject vitality and make people full of expectations.
At this time, Director Hu gave up the middle seat to her and sat on the left.
"Teacher Xiao An, just like you said, since we are working together, we have to speak according to our abilities. You are sitting here today, and we are all students, listening to your instructions!"
An Zhixia smiled and nodded. She sat down without any hesitation and said to the assistant who was playing the video: "Comrade, please take out the videos of the past five years first. Start playing from last year. The first five programs will be played at normal speed, and the ones after that will be played at 1.5 times the speed. The four previous programs will be played at double speed."
Everyone was stunned. Could they figure out anything so quickly?
However, the assistant looked at Director Hu, and when he nodded, he started working according to An Zhixia's instructions.
The video of the official performance was not much different from what An Zhixia had imagined. The camera, sound, and stage effects were all backward, and even though the actors' performances were different, they gave the audience the same feeling, as if the actors were a set machine that was simply performing. If you don't seek breakthroughs, you will inevitably fall into a vicious circle of assimilation.
Furthermore, the studio is very large, and the 200-plus audience members going to the restroom and talking create a lot of noise. The stage and the audience are almost integrated. Obviously, after more than ten years of the same activities, the audience has become somewhat aesthetically fatigued and can't help but be distracted.
An Zhixia patiently watched all five programs in their entirety, then watched the fast-forwarded versions of three programs, jumped directly into the recordings from the previous year, watched three programs at twice the speed, and then selected three events from two years.
She signaled her assistant to put away the video and turn on the light. After squinting her eyes to adjust to the light, she turned the pen in her hand and asked everyone, "What do you think after watching this?"
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads. Even though she gave them some ideas, their thinking patterns were like bones that had been formed and could not grow. It was difficult to expand their thinking patterns. They still stood in the closed room with the skylight open and walked around.
"Teacher Xiao An, we old guys have been stuck in the old ways for too long in terms of innovation and screenwriting. It's hard to change all of a sudden. But we will try our best to keep up with your pace!"
An Zhixia nodded slightly, "Okay, we've already watched fifty shows during the day, so we don't need to go through two troublesome screenings. Today we can finalize the list of shows that will be officially performed."
"Teacher Xiao An, don't you need to see how they perform on stage? Some troupes will perform exceptionally well during the critical period, and maybe they will come from behind and win. Besides, each of these fifty troupes has been preparing for two months, and they have been deprived of even the chance to rehearse out of the blue. Isn't that a bit inhumane?" asked an assistant director with a frown.
"As far as I know, there are hundreds of performance troupes in Kyoto, big and small. Don't they have any preparation? Since this is a group competition, they have to accept the rule of survival of the fittest. Is there anything wrong with early elimination or late elimination? It's the same as not being able to enter the official performance?" An Zhixia asked coldly: "From the perspective of subject selection, emotional sublimation, and overall performance of the actors, although the program we choose will not be too accurate, the error in the competition for the top ten should not be large. Then why should we waste time on their rehearsals and eliminations?"
Others thought that no matter how well the actors performed, they still needed good subject matter, content support and team cooperation. These things would not change with time and place, so they reluctantly agreed in the way of the minority obeying the majority.
Looking at the old comrades with stiff expressions, An Zhixia's eyes darkened slightly, and continued: "Each of you take a piece of paper and write down the top 25 in your mind using real names. Let me see the professional level of you old comrades."
These two sentences made everyone a little uncomfortable. Since the real-name system was required, they could not simply decide the number of people based on their personal preferences and preferences, but had to consider all aspects carefully. Some old comrades began to sweat on their foreheads and wanted to refute, but they looked at An Zhixia's cold and see-through look, and then looked at Director Hu's stern face and other colleagues who were thinking hard.
They could only sigh with bitter faces and think seriously about it.
Director Hu could not help but quickly wrote a note and pushed it to An Zhixia: "Teacher An, did you see something? Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble by cutting off the source of the trouble?" It seems that the program is selected by the audience, but it is very manipulable. Almost the top ten in the event have been decided, and at most there will be slight changes in the rankings.
These people are only responsible for organizing the event and do not participate in the actual selection.
"I just want the competition to be fair, transparent and professional. I don't understand your ways."
Don’t you understand? Just roll up your sleeves and do it!
Director Hu chuckled and shook his head. He was still old and did not have the courage of young people. He also started to write.
Half an hour later, An Zhixia got a stack of results and handed it to his assistant, asking him to make a table in front of him and enter the results one by one in the form of counting votes.
In fact, everyone had some basic identification and appreciation skills, and more than a dozen programs were directly included in the official list with a 50% pass rate. The rest were finalized one by one during their intense discussions, with two more controversial programs than the original 20.
The program came out, and An Zhixia had an idea of the whole program in her mind. It can be divided into five major themes: praising the motherland, praising the working people, being grateful to parents, imagining the future, and time flies. The remaining question is how to weave them into a network in an orderly manner!
(End of this chapter)
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