diymy Chapter 88 Visiting the Set
Chapter 88 Visiting the Set
Chapter 88: A Visit to the Set (Please Read On)
Lin An is not a decisive person, but once he makes a decision, he will take full action.
"Coherence" is a science fiction thriller, a niche genre among many films, so there aren't many film festivals suitable for it.
The International Critics' Week, a parallel section of Cannes Film Festival in May, is arguably the best and most valuable platform.
There's no such thing as a chicken head or a phoenix tail in film awards.
Winning a major award in one of Europe's three largest film festivals, even a minor one, is far better than winning a major award at many B-list film festivals.
If possible, Lin An would certainly prefer his directorial debut to be shown on a more prestigious stage. Even if he doesn't win, just having the title of nominee would be more prestigious.
The deadline for Cannes registration is the end of March, there's no time to waste!
With that in mind, Lin An moved closer to Doraemon and started rummaging through the latter's pockets.
"Honestly, can't you just be honest for once?"
Doraemon watched speechlessly as someone fussed over him, squinting as he said, "If we get caught, this is trespassing. If the police arrest you, I won't save you."
Honesty is more troublesome, isn't it? And I can still be caught even when I'm invisible, how stupid do you have to be? Lin An thought to himself, and took out invisibility potion and panacea from his pocket.
He looked at the round pills in the bottle and said to Doraemon, "Don't worry, I just need to secretly find a similar pill to replace it. Even if they find out, they'll just throw the pill away at most."
Doraemon crossed his arms and said calmly, "That's well said, but you've overlooked the most important issue."
Lin An blinked and asked, "What's the problem?"
Doraemon asked, "Do you know where she lives?"
Lin An stood there, speechless for a long time.
The Spring Festival has just passed, and in February, the capital city is still in the cold of winter.
Beijing Film Studio.
People carrying equipment, briefcases, and wearing military overcoats hurried inside, their breath steaming in the air, their faces slightly pale.
He looked tired.
Gao Yuanyuan got out of a taxi, pulled the hood of her down jacket down, and walked inside with her head down.
She actually didn't have any scenes today, but the production team gave her a last-minute notice because the lead actor and director, Mr. Guo Li, was going to participate in a television interview for "The Eloquent Ji Xiaolan".
In order to accommodate his schedule without delaying the filming progress, all actors had to be on standby so that the assistant director could adjust the filming plan at any time.
When Gao Yuanyuan walked into the photography studio, it was already in complete chaos.
The props team walked around with various items from the Republic of China era, and the team leader was arguing fiercely with the art director over the color of a vase.
The costume department was even more lively. A young woman carrying two cheongsams was running along when she tripped over cables on the ground and almost lost her balance. This caused a stir among the onlookers.
The assistant director stood in the center of the room, holding the script, and spoke so loudly it sounded like he was arguing with someone, but few people around him were really listening.
Gao Yuanyuan knew that it wasn't that they weren't taking it seriously, but rather that listening to them was useless because they could change their minds at any time.
She recalled her experience on the set of "iPartment" a few months ago.
Back then, before finishing work each day, Lin Cong would send the next day's work assignment plan to everyone.
The number of scenes, the start time of filming, which actors will be present, and the alternative plans are all clearly written down.
Occasionally, if there are changes to the plans, Lin An will send a group text message a day in advance, clearly indicating any possible adjustments to the location shooting due to weather changes.
"The difference is really huge..."
"..." Gao Yuanyuan couldn't help but sigh softly.
"What's the big difference?"
A voice suddenly came from very close by.
Gao Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat. She turned her head and saw that Zhang Mo had somehow gotten close to her.
She frowned slightly and took a half-step back without making a sound. "It's nothing, it just feels a bit colder today."
"Is there?"
Zhang Mo looked up at the sky, then took his hand out of his pocket and probed the air.
I feel fine.
He smirked and said warmly, "If you're feeling cold, how about we go get some hot pot tonight? Donglaishun, my dad's favorite private room, you can't book it for just anyone."
Gao Yuanyuan smiled and shook her head: "No, I have something to do tonight."
Zhang Mo frowned slightly: "What is it?"
Gao Yuanyuan lowered her eyes slightly and did not answer.
Zhang Mo's smile froze, but quickly returned to normal: "Then let's talk about the script, shall we? You're playing my wife, and we have a few scenes together. Let's go over the lines beforehand and get used to each other so that filming will go smoothly."
Gao Yuanyuan sighed inwardly, and was about to politely decline when the film set suddenly became noisy.
The staff, who were originally busy with their own tasks, stopped what they were doing and rushed out in twos and threes.
Through the gaps in the crowd, Gao Yuanyuan saw that many people had a plastic bag in their hands, filled with steaming hot braised eggs.
Another person was holding a package of oil paper, with steam escaping through the gaps, carrying a sweet aroma.
"What happened?"
Zhang Mo paused for a moment, his gaze following an actress passing by. He unconsciously twitched his nose as he smelled the distinctive aroma of roasted noodles.
He walked up to the actress, patted her on the shoulder, and asked, "What are you eating?"
The actress turned around and saw that it was Zhang Mo. Her brows furrowed slightly involuntarily, but she quickly relaxed and put on a polite smile.
"I think it's called Dorayaki."
"Dorayaki?"
Zhang Mo blinked, looking completely bewildered: "What is that?"
The actress shook her head: "I don't know."
She pointed towards the outer room: "These were brought by people who came to visit the set."
Zhang Mo frowned slightly: "Who is it? Do I know them?"
How would I know if you recognize me... The actress thought to herself, but honestly replied, "He looks like the screenwriter from 'iPartment'."
Zhang Mo blurted out, "The one who played Lu Ziqiao?"
The actress nodded silently.
Zhang Mo was silent for a few seconds, then subconsciously looked at Gao Yuanyuan, only to find that she had already walked far away, her steps unusually hurried.
The area around the photography studio was packed with people.
The stagehands, lighting assistants, and costume team members, who were originally scattered and busy in various places, all rushed over after hearing the news from somewhere.
Gao Yuanyuan walked around a pile of prop boxes lying haphazardly, her gaze passing over the crew members, and saw that familiar figure wearing a dark gray cotton coat.
He was surrounded by several enthusiastic stagehands, who were frantically rummaging through a large cardboard box to get things out.
Beside him was a round, blue figure, energetically promoting something.
The two jostled each other, kicking and hitting each other, glaring at each other from time to time, looking like they were at each other's throats.
Gao Yuanyuan's lips curled up slightly, thinking that wherever someone is, there is never a lack of liveliness.