As expected, the Golden Bear Award went to " Defending Justice."
At this point, the 48th Berlin Film Festival came to an end.
However, the reporters 'work was not over yet. The award-winning cast and crew were surrounded by groups of reporters as soon as they left the theater.
Wang Jun and the others were no exception. There were even a lot of reporters surrounding them. Looking around, there were half of them from the East and half from the West.
The films from Hong Kong and Taiwan that participated in this expedition could be said to have been completely wiped out. Therefore, reporters from both places could only squeeze in front of this mainland film crew to dig for information.
Wang Jun consciously gave up his seat to Old Merchant and hid behind to watch the show.
In fact, the film critics and reporters were all in a very awkward state.
Initially, they were not optimistic about the movie " Platform." What were the highlights of a movie that portrayed China's filth? Although the script was not vicious and sarcastic, it was enough to ignore the existence of the film. However, this extremely boring movie had won two awards. This was different from Guan Jinpeng's two awards, which could even be considered consolation awards. It was a real honor.
How were they supposed to continue?
Of course, not everyone was so unprofessional. One of Germany's best film critics, Ulrich Gregor, gave a very high evaluation of Platform and called Jia Zhang's class the " lightning bright light of hope for Asian cinema!”
Old Merchant blushed when he heard that…
The next day, when Wang Jun and his group boarded the plane for their return trip, the media in Hong Kong and Taiwan were already in a frenzy.
Hong Kong was full of praise, while Wanwan was full of criticism. It was the complete opposite. They all took the opportunity to express a certain position.
In contrast, the media in the mainland, especially in the capital, where the media center was located, was unusually quiet.
Professional qualities were secondary for a media company that could establish itself under the imperial city. The most important thing was to be sensitive. Otherwise, one would die without a complete corpse in a minute. It would let you understand how deep the water was here.
The port had just returned, and the other side was still in an awkward period. The media reports of the two places were naturally not seen by the common people, but in a certain circle, the major newspapers of the two places had to be properly placed on the table of the leaders every morning.
The definition of this circle was very broad. There were many people, including all kinds of people from all walks of life. Naturally, it also included those big shots in the media.
The media on both sides had just released the news, and the people in Beijing already knew about it. Those who had nothing to do with it just watched the show. Those who were related to it, after being surprised for a while, the first thing they did was to call.
Who was he calling? Of course, it was that department.
Just to confirm whether the movie had passed the review. If it passed, then it was okay. They would directly use the power of the entire newspaper office to wait for the next day's overwhelming publicity and praise. If it did not pass, they would just wash up and go to sleep.
Everyone was well aware of this set of rules, without exception.
The film and television industry was also one of the first people to know about the news. Everyone was exclaiming," Aiyo aiyo! Who is this grandson?" After playing around, he instantly regained his calm. This kind of thing happened too many times, so it was not strange.
Chen Kaige won the only Chinese Palme d'Or with Farewell My Concubine, Grandpa Ge won the Best Actor award at Cannes with Alive, and 18-year-old Xia Yu won the Best Actor award at Venice with In the Sunny Days.
Chen Kaige, Old Moe, Grandpa Ge, Jiang Wen…Were they big? That was a big shot among big shots, but wasn't it still banned?
These few people had been doing so well overseas that they were so shocked that the foreigners gave them trophies like they were giving cabbages. When they returned to China, they didn't even hear a sound, let alone Jia Zhang's class, let alone Wang Jun...
Where did he come from? I've never even heard of it!
Rules were rules. Before they changed, no one could break the rules.
The news of the great success of Station in Berlin seemed to have been known, but he still did not know what he should not know.
In short, midnight in the capital came as usual, and dawn here was still quiet.
There were many people who bought cars in Hong Kong, but few people drove. Firstly, it was too crowded. Secondly, public transportation was very convenient. The subway, private line, and minibus were the most common modes of travel for the citizens.
The minibus was more complicated. First of all, the number of people was strictly limited. Only 16 people could sit, and passengers were not allowed to stand. There were also two types, green and red.
The green minibus was more regulated and controlled by the government. The driver was paid a monthly salary and drove according to the route, similar to the bus.
The red one was casual. It was similar to a private contract. The owner would pay the shares regularly, and the rest would be based on his own ability. The passengers had to pay when they got off the bus, and there was no fixed price. When they were not busy, it might be ten yuan. During a typhoon, it could go up to 40 yuan.
This kind of car was very barbaric. It was simply domineering and would take advantage of the situation. It had always been a headache for the government.
Wang Jun returned to Hong Kong and sat in the red minibus.
Wang Jun, who had returned to Hong Kong, finished filming the last scene, but unexpectedly received an invitation from Jin Shijie.
In the evening, they went to Jin Shijie's room and chatted for a while. Somehow, they talked about the performance method.
Wang Jun was slightly embarrassed and explained,""I've been in Hong Kong for so long, and I feel that the movies here have a local acting style. It wasn't like what was taught in school, where the system and methods were created by batches of actors. It was purely based on experience and learning. It might not be correct, but it would definitely look good. That's why I unconsciously used this method when I filmed 'Winner takes King'.”
"Hey, actually, this is quite interesting.”Jin Shijie said with a smile.
Although his description was a little vague, Jin Shijie understood immediately and said,"For example, I learned the most traditional Soviet system. After that, we entered a very chaotic period. Some supported the Soviet Union, some supported Germany, and some wanted to add Mei Lanfang into the curriculum. It was only quiet after a long time. Now, students are listening to a mixed version of the Soviet system, which is different from what we heard back then. Just like you said, the things they learn are better. The audience loves it more."
"Then which one do you think is better?”he asked.
"It doesn't matter if it's good or bad. If there's a market for other people's products, then it's right. I insist on my beauty. Not bad." The other party laughed.
“……”
Wang Jun held a cup and silently drank the cheap after-meal tea without saying a word.
The so-called orthodox Si system. He had read some books about it before. The basic principle was that the character was the most important. Most of the older actors used this routine. It was rich, colorful, and angular.
However, the good actors he admired were like Liang Jiahui. From cold to warm, there was almost no abrupt change in the slightest. There was a natural transition.
But Teacher Jin was different. It was very easy for him to show a strong sense of self in his character.
Well, Wang Jun agreed with him, so he was not too interested in the beautiful, uh, he said.
There was silence on one side, but interest was piqued on the other side. Perhaps it had been a long time since someone had accompanied her to talk about these things. Teacher Jin, who rarely spoke, said,"Right now, your demeanor, tone, technique, mental state, and bearing are all good. The only thing lacking is your physique.”
"Form?"
"Well, I think it's alright."”
The other party waved his hand and said,"The most basic thing about your body is walking. Look at your actions, Young Master Lei. No matter when it is, there is no difference."”
After saying that, Jin Shijie got up and stood at the side of the dining table. He walked toward the narrow corridor in the living room and said,
"Be cheerful!"
"Think seriously!"
"Be careful when you're timid!"
"You have to be resentful when you're humiliated!"
……
He walked back and forth twice in the short passage of a few meters, and actually displayed six kinds of changes. Each kind of divine Qi was different, but it was just right.
“……”
Wang Jun was completely dumbfounded. His mouth was half open, but he couldn't say a word.
Although he had studied the footwork of some characters, such as Shen Liang in " The Young Master Bao," the one in front of him was like a mountain falling from the sky, crushing him into pieces.
He had never thought that he could walk so stunningly.
"Ha…"
He suddenly felt that he was very funny and ignorant.
The lines, costumes, makeup, props, and expressions of the characters were all influenced by the director. The steps of different characters in different scenes required the actors to fill in the blanks.
It was the self-filling of these blank areas that could truly reflect the actor's heart and skill.
Jin Shijie was right. Liang Jiahui was good-looking. Both of them had a thousand faces.
Pa pa!
Ms. Jin's few minutes of effortless speech made Wang Jun's face swell. He had indeed neglected the most basic physical characteristics before and blindly pursued the so-called inner drama and personality tension. He could only go further and further astray.
However, this fellow was also very lucky. Ever since he started his cultivation, he had been taught by a great teacher at every juncture.
Teacher Jin had truly taught him what an actor's self-cultivation was.
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