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Chapter 90 Script Analysis
Chapter 90 Script Analysis (Please continue reading)
He Bing was somewhat surprised to hear someone call out his name.
He has indeed appeared in quite a few works, but they are mostly "minor characters," and he rarely gives interviews.
Not to mention younger generations in the industry, even his peers have few who can call him by name.
"I've seen your performance in 'The Dream Factory'."
Lin An extended his hand, his tone filled with genuine appreciation: "Liangzi's role isn't large, but he leaves a deep impression in every scene."
After saying that, he also remarked on the hierarchical relationships within the film and television industry.
He Bing from "Shenfang Yifang", Li Chengru from "Stories from the Editorial Department", Liu Zi who collaborated with Xu Fan on "How Far is Forever", as well as Zhang Guoli himself, his son Zhang Mo, and his wife Deng Jie... It can be said that everyone has intricate connections with the Beijing entertainment circle.
Many video marketing accounts in the past claimed that the Beijing entertainment circle controlled the upward mobility of the film and television industry. This statement is certainly an exaggeration, but it is not entirely without merit.
Seeing that the other person really recognized him, He Bing's smile widened. Just as he was about to invite Lin An to sit down, Li Chengru spoke up, "I just heard from Xiao Liu that you recently filmed a TV series?"
Lin An glanced at him, sensing a hint of malice in his tone, and replied dismissively, "Just a nobody."
Li Chengru chuckled, picked up his teacup, slowly blew away the foam, took a sip, and then spoke unhurriedly: "iPartment, right? I've watched a few episodes."
He said dismissively, "It's just a farce, relying on a few exaggerated jokes and handsome men and beautiful women to grab attention. It has no value to the industry."
The scene fell silent instantly.
Liu Zi silently turned her head away, pretending to look at the script on the table.
He Bing frowned and glanced at Li Chengru subconsciously, not understanding what he was going to do.
Zhang Mo stood to the side, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, which he quickly suppressed.
All eyes were subtly drawn to Lin An.
Lin An sighed inwardly, thinking that these people from the Beijing entertainment circle were really troublesome.
He asked calmly, "What do you mean by 'value'?"
Li Chengru said, "Education should be combined with entertainment. A good work should make people think and gain something after they laugh."
He said, "Like 'I Love My Family,' that's what sitcoms should be like—reflecting the times and portraying human nature."
After speaking, Li Chengru glanced at Lin An and asked, "Besides depicting a few young people joking and playing around in an apartment, what else is left of your show? What kind of reflection can it offer the audience?"
Lin An was speechless for a moment.
For some reason, he felt like vomiting.
"Just like 'iPartment,' it reflects the times and portrays human nature."
Lin An paused for a moment, then said with a half-smile, "But that wasn't your era, nor was it the kind of humanity you understand."
The air seemed to freeze.
Liu Zi's hand, which was turning the pages of the script, froze in mid-air, and even her breathing slowed down.
Zhang Mo hadn't expected someone to be so bold, and amidst his anger, he even felt a touch of admiration.
Li Chengru's face visibly darkened: "What do you mean by that?"
Lin An was no longer willing to waste words with him: "Senior, you should observe life more; it will definitely help you hone your acting skills."
He said, "Always looking down on others and being complacent will only lead to being eliminated by the market."
A vein throbbed on Li Chengru's forehead, and his breathing became heavy.
He studied Peking Opera in his early years and later became a student of the stage actor Dong Xingji. He's always the one commenting on other people's acting skills; when have he ever been the one being commented on?!
Besides, he's just a kid who's barely come of age.
Isn't this going against the heavens?
Li Chengru squinted and said, word by word, "Is this how you usually talk to your elders?"
Lin An thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes."
He talks like this to his father at home and to Zhang Hua at school.
No problem.
Li Chengru pursed his lips, his body trembling uncontrollably.
He Bing coughed, breaking the suffocating atmosphere: "Alright, alright, since you're here, let's talk about the script."
He stood up and gestured for the others to sit down. He handed the script to Lin An and patted Li Chengru on the back of his chair as he passed by.
Li Chengru took a deep breath, picked up his teacup, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip of tea.
As the white steam rose, his right hand, gripping the cup, showed white knuckles that made a cracking sound.
Lin An took the script, flipped through a couple of pages, closed it, and handed it back to He Bing: "I'm just here to visit the set, we won't talk about work."
Scripts are sensitive things; misinterpreting them can easily lead to trouble.
He Bing knew what he was worried about, and smiled to reassure him, "Just take a look and chat casually, consider it as helping me analyze the character."
Lin An remained silent for a few seconds before turning his gaze to Deng Jie.
Deng Jie noticed Lin An's gaze and nodded slightly, which was considered as tacit approval.
Lin An stopped refusing and began to look through the pages.
Seeing that the situation had not deteriorated further, Liu Zi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She glanced at Gao Yuanyuan, instinctively wanting to gossip about her relationship with Lin An, but seeing the girl's frosty face, as if she were about to explode, she immediately swallowed her words.
Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.
The rest area was so quiet it was almost impossible to hold hands.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin An closed the script and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"How is it?" He Bing put her legs down and leaned forward slightly.
Lin An's eyes were filled with complex emotions, and he opened his mouth and then closed it again.
"What? Is there something you can't say?" He Bing's curiosity was piqued by his appearance.
Lin An didn't answer immediately, but turned to Deng Jie, carefully choosing his words, and asked, "Sister Deng, is this the final script?"
Deng Jie paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes. Is there a problem?"
Lin An shook his head and said, "There's no problem. I just feel that the protagonist is a little different from how he was portrayed in the original work."
Deng Jie smiled and said, "Of course, film and television adaptations will be different. The original novel is only a few tens of thousands of words long, while ours is a TV series with more than twenty episodes."
Lin An nodded, handed the script back to He Bing, and said nothing more.
Li Chengru, who had initially been somewhat hopeful, closed his eyes, let out a soft hum, and felt that he was really wasting his time.
The curve of Zhang Mo's lips became more pronounced.
He Bing took the script, glanced at it, and felt that Lin An's words just now had a hidden meaning.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out outside the photography studio.
Greetings and calls to each other echoed from all directions.
Deng Jie put down his thermos, a smile spreading across his face, and greeted everyone, "Alright, the main character is back."
After saying that, Deng Jie straightened his clothes, got up and walked out of the photography studio.
As soon as she moved, the others followed suit.
Zhang Mo quickly followed, his pace even faster than Deng Jie's by half a step.
Li Chengru put down his teacup, stood up slowly, and walked outside.
He Bing got up from his chair, looked at Lin An, and was about to invite him to come along when Lin An waved his hand first.
"I won't go."
He said, "Director Zhang just got back, he must have a lot of important things to discuss with you. It's not appropriate for me, an outsider, to just stand there."
He Bing chuckled and didn't press the matter: "Alright, then you sit down first, we'll talk later."
After saying that, he turned around and followed the group of people ahead, his footsteps gradually fading into the distance.
Liu Zi also stood up. She bent down to straighten the hem of her sweater, and when she looked up, she found that Gao Yuanyuan was still sitting in the same spot, not moving an inch.
She gave an awkward twitch of her lips, lowered her head, and walked out, her steps relatively slow.
The rest area suddenly became empty.
Doraemon broke down and yelled, "That old man is so awful!"
God knows how hard he was holding back just now.
If Lin An hadn't been giving him frequent meaningful glances, he would have definitely pulled out his powerful baseball bat and given that guy a good beating.
Gao Yuanyuan nodded slightly, and finally exhaled the breath she had been holding for a long time.
She turned to face Lin An, her pretty face filled with resentment: "Since filming hasn't officially started yet, I might as well..."
"6
"After your show airs, I estimate the reviews will be polarized."
Lin An's calm voice rang out, interrupting her before she could finish speaking.
Gao Yuanyuan was taken aback.
Why?
She asked, puzzled, "I think the script is great."
Although she really didn't like the production team.
The chaotic scheduling, the ambiguous interpersonal relationships, and Zhang Mo's subtle probing.
But the acting skills of these main creators are absolutely fine.
Needless to say, the script is based on Lao She's original work, so no matter how it's adapted, it won't be too bad.
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