After yesterday's scene, Wang Jun only had one scene left. However, Jia Zhangke made a call last night and asked Wang Jun to go to Berlin because he was participating in the Berlin Film Festival. On the other hand, the original space-time film was participating in the Venice Film Festival and had even won the Best Asian Film Award at the 2000 Venice International Film Festival. No one knew why Old Merchant had gone crazy and insisted on participating in the Berlin Film Festival, or if it was because of Wang Jun that caused the butterfly effect.
Wang Jun's biggest feeling when he came to Hong Kong to film was that Hong Kong movies were relatively monotonous in terms of story materials. The movies themselves did not have much depth. The theme was relatively clear, and the pace was fast. They were basically purely entertainment.
On the other hand, the actors and directors of Hong Kong movies were relatively uncultured, which made the movies feel like a show in many ways. However, Hong Kong movies were more suitable for people who liked excitement.
Whether it was the theme of the movie, the performance of the actors, or the quality of the director, it was really incomparable to the mainland. It had basically gotten rid of the purely entertainment film model.
Watching Taiwan movies always made people feel depressed. It felt like they weren't watching a movie, but a strange farce. The acting skills of Taiwan actors were second to none in the world. Their way of acting was to shout. All the Taiwan actors had very loud voices. They kept shouting in the movie, and at the same time, they made some show moves or squeezed out a few drops of tears.
The rhythm of Taiwan movies is very bad. We often see the following scenes: Someone was dying in the arms of his lover (or good brother), saying his last words before he died. However, this speech lasted for half an hour, and the audience couldn't stand it anymore. They could only beg him or her to die quickly. Generally speaking, Taiwan movies shouldn't be called movies. It should be more appropriate to classify them as "stage plays."
The quality of actors, directors, and producers in the mainland was far higher than that of Hong Kong and Taiwan. The understanding and knowledge of Chinese culture of the mainland's film industry was incomparable to that of Hong Kong and Taiwan. The level and depth of mainland movies were higher than that of Hong Kong and Taiwan. The subject matter was also more extensive. The actors 'expressiveness and grasp of the film were relatively strong, and there was not much of a show.
After a comprehensive analysis, Wang Jun believed that people who liked to watch Taiwan movies were generally less cultured. They liked things that were pretentious and did not have much content. People who liked to watch Hong Kong movies were more cultured than those who liked to watch Taiwan movies. They liked to seek excitement and had a lot of passion for life, but they easily lost their way and went astray. People who liked to watch movies from the mainland were generally more cultured. They loved traditional Chinese culture and had a deeper understanding of Han culture. I can say with certainty that mainland movies will become mainstream in the Chinese region. In mainland, Hong Kong, and Taiwan movies, the only ones that can compete with Europe and the United States are mainland movies.
The next day, Yu Liwei and a representative of a Hong Kong investor came to Wang Jun's residence. Together with Jia Zhangke and Gu Zheng, a total of five people boarded the plane to Berlin.
It was Wang Jun's first time on a plane, so he twisted left and right uncomfortably. Yu Liwei laughed at him. The two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they sat together and chatted.
He didn't know the name of the Hong Kong investor representative. When he introduced himself, he used the English name Jacob. Wang Jun had already thrown his English foundation to the math teacher. He called him Jacko, which made the teacher's expression look rather strange.
After more than ten hours of long-distance flight, Wang Jun felt like his butt was about to split into two. Finally, they arrived in Berlin.
Berlin was just like the Germans. It couldn't compare to international cities like Milan, Paris, Tokyo, and New York. They all had their own flair, and it was very, very low-key.
The Berlin Film Festival was the same. It seemed to have the lowest status among the three major film festivals in Europe, and it always insisted on its stubbornness.
These three major film festivals all had different tastes. Berlin had always favored political films, while Venice favored art films that were difficult to understand. Cannes was more inclusive and perfectly combined business and art.
Starting from the New Era, Berlin and Venice had completely taken the path of a niche artistic film. They also had a preference for Chinese films, creating many famous directors, actors, and actresses, such as Old Jia, Wang Xiaoshuai, Li An, Liao Fan, Yu Nan, and so on.
However, this attitude of completely abandoning Hollywood and not playing with you made the exposure and commercial value of these two major film festivals lower and lower. Their influence was also not as good as before.
On the other hand, Cannes did not reject any Hollywood film artists. Every year, dozens of stars would come to support them. It was a huge event, and it had the momentum of being the number one film festival in Europe.
Wang Jun looked at the hundred-year-old buildings everywhere and marveled. It was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden. His impression of this city was like the sunlight that shone through the dark forest. On the ground, there was vitality and the freedom of life.
In the afternoon, the group of people arrived at the hotel they were staying at. Before they could rest, Uncle Jack brought Old Merchant and Yu Liwei to register. The two unlucky kids, Gu Zheng and Chu Qing, did not dare to go anywhere and could only sleep in the hotel.
The three of them returned at night and successfully signed up.
Jackbo also gave everyone a brief introduction to the film festival process. These films were divided into two parts. One was to register themselves for the exhibition, and the other was to be invited by the organizers.
The opening ceremony was usually very short. After that, there would be about ten days of free screening time for the reporters, audience, and film makers to watch.
Finally, it was the closing ceremony, which was the award ceremony. Usually, the organizers would inform some of the production teams in advance to persuade them to stay. This meant that they had a high chance of winning the award. Those who were not asked to stay were better off packing up and going home.
The group's expenses were all sponsored by Hong Kong film companies. It only included basic transportation and food and accommodation expenses. If they wanted to go out and play, they had to pay out of their own pockets.
In the next few days, Old Merchant and Jackbo were extremely busy. They visited various parties and promoted their movies. Yu Liwei couldn't help, so he brought Wang Jun and Gu Zheng around and translated.
Wang Jun's image as a country bumpkin who was going abroad for the first time was very qualified. He spoke English with a Shaanxi accent and greeted everyone he saw. He only knew how to say "hello" and "thank you". He didn't know where his confidence came from, but in the end, even Yu Liwei felt embarrassed.
On February 11th, the day of the opening ceremony, freezing rain fell on Berlin, making the gray city even colder.
Wang Jun was too lazy to go to the scene. He sat in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel and waited for them to come back.
He didn't even order a cup of coffee. It was so expensive that it was scary. He got himself a glass bottle and poured hot water into it. When it cooled down, he took it out and drank it when he was thirsty.
However, the glass bottle was a little big. Every time Wang Jun took it out of his backpack, it was like a terrorist holding a bottle and ready to dash at any time.
He sat on the sofa near the door, holding a large glass bottle in both hands and taking a sip from time to time. The hotel staff kept glancing at him.
"There's not even a clock. I don't even know what time it is.”
Wang Jun didn't bring her pager. If she was afraid of losing it, she threw it at home. It was useless even if she brought it. She didn't know if the domestic pagers could invade Germany. Just as he was muttering to himself, he saw a car parked outside the door. Then, a few people got out and hurriedly walked through the door.
These people all had Asian faces. There were men and women. The person in front was not tall and wore a black coat. He looked tired.
When Wang Jun saw this person, he was so excited that he almost threw the "cup" away. He ran over in a few steps and said,"Mr. Zhang Guorong, hello, hello!”
Zhang Guorong had just attended the opening ceremony and was walking towards the hotel when he was suddenly stopped. Then, he heard a Mandarin voice. It was a yellow-skinned, black-eyed young man who was greeting him.
Foreign countries always had a kind of friendliness when they saw their compatriots. Zhang Guorong politely shook hands with him and said,"Hello, who are you?"
" My name is Wang Jun," Wang Jun said." I'm also here to participate in the exhibition. It's a movie from the mainland."”
Zhang Guorong was slightly surprised.
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