??Chapter 370: 369. Warmth, Healing, Growth_1
Chapter 370: 369. Warmth, Healing, Growth_1
The clip was short, a few scenes of the sea, cherry blossoms, spring, and passersby.
There was no cara language, no plot, just pure imagery.
Yet, it was this imagery that made Bai Qiquan, in the midst of winter, feel the fullness of spring.
He found it hard to imagine that simply relying on imagery could achieve such an effect.
But he truly felt it, as if he were there.
This light, this water, these flowers, even with countless filters, none could compare – this was the purest spring.
What does it an to be caressed by spring breeze!
However, Bai Qiquan found it a bit strange that the atmosphere and customs shown in the clip didn’t quite seem like those of his own country, but more like those of a foreign land, perhaps Southeast Asia or an island country.
When Lu Ban first ntioned an art film, Bai Qiquan had thought it would be about urban life, and he hadn’t yet figured out how to link it with the previous films to make it part of the Silent Universe, but now a backward coastal village cropped up, he understood so of Lu Ban’s ideas, yet not completely.
“Director Lu, isn’t the background a bit strange? Isn’t it supposed to be a period piece?”
Soone voiced the question that Bai Qiquan had in mind.
Dostic films were either set in the modern city or in a historic ancient fantasy, very few portrayed the landscapes of other countries.
If “Magic Tide” used a background from Another World to fit with Hollywood and global release requirents, then now, to win at the three major film festivals, Lu Ban should ostensibly choose a dostic background.
Dostic films had previously won these awards, with most winners depicting the nation’s backward conditions of the last century, tragedies of the era with cultural significance, or the lack of direction in modern youth.
This was one of the reasons why so dostic audiences found the prejudice of the film festival juries to be skewed.
Although those films were excellent, there was always a feeling that showcasing one’s poverty and hardship garnered the juries’ favor.
“There’s nothing wrong with making films set in foreign backgrounds, as long as the artistic conception is in place,” Lu Ban said unconcernedly.
A director doesn’t have to stick to filming his own holand.
There was once an oscars-winning film where a European or Arican director took a few actresses from his country to shoot a story set in an island country – all in English dialogues, and it still scooped several oscars.
International directors should be able to handle all regions and styles.
“Boss, is the filming part completely finished?”
Soone inquired.
“Yes.”
Lu Ban glanced around at the employees in the screening room.
“This film, we are focusing on warmth, growth, and healing the heart, hoping to let the audience perceive love and hope through the cinema,” he explained.
“?”
The employees of Silent dia were sowhat puzzled.
No matter from which angle, Lu Ban’s works had nothing to do with “warmth,” “growth,” or “healing the heart,” not to ntion “love and hope.”
Had he been influenced by sothing?
“Boss, are you sure?”
The employees voiced their skepticism.
“Is there a problem?”
Lu Ban asked matter-of-factly.
“This, isn’t the leap a bit too great?”
Bai Qiquan muttered subconsciously.
Lu Ban’s movies, while so plots may be conventional, his powerful special effects can imrse the audience, making one feel as though they can sll the aroma of noodles from what others could only show as bits of at and oil floating on a soup. That’s the greatest weapon of Lu Ban as a director.
But now, arthouse films, filled with warmth, healing, and heartwarming elents—these softer thes aren’t suitable for Lu Ban at all!
Even though the segnts Lu Ban showed them indeed felt vibrant with the breath of spring and quite tasteful, they were nothing like healing!
After leaving the screening room, the employees of Silent dia fell into deep thought.
Except for the carefree Qin Tiantian who had already started sending many ssages, the others were checking their computers for a while, and several work group chats began to buzz with activity.
[River Beaver]: Do you guys think, maybe the boss got stimulated by sothing, got dumped? He’s not making horror films anymore, but wants to do an arthouse film?
[Little White]: I get it, people seek advancent. The boss is now content with the box office, what’s left is reputation. After “Magic Tide” gets an Oscar, the new movie snags a major festival award, then he’s made it, it’s complete.
[atball]: But that segnt just now did have so flavor to it, feels like aside from everything else, the cinematography and atmosphere are definitely top-notch.
[Lemon]: Here’s a thought, it might not be correct, but could it be that the boss thinks his previous movies were so successful, he wants to try a genre shift and break new ground?
[River Beaver]: So what you’re saying is, the boss got arrogant?
[Lemon]: I wouldn’t dare say that, but there have been directors in history who were good at both comrcial and arthouse films. Maybe the boss is the chosen one.
[Woody]: Speaking of which, I just looked up “healing,” “love,” and “hope,” and didn’t find any anings that I didn’t already know.
[River Beaver]: …
[Little White]: …
[atball]: …
[Lemon]: When the ti cos, we’ll just watch the original film to find out. We are not like those audiences who have to wait until the movie is released to see the full film. Even if the boss is amazing, he can’t possibly turn those warm, healing scenes into a horror movie that will scare people to death, right?
The group mbers all felt that made a lot of sense.
In the afternoon, Lu Ban uploaded the raw footage to the server and preliminarily arranged the schedule, assigning tasks.
Having received the raw footage, the first thing everyone did was to watch all the segnts intently.
Because of the substantial amount of content, everyone watched very carefully, and until after nine at night, many people were still in the office, not having gone ho.
Bai Qiquan watched very seriously; he set it to double speed, intending to watch all of the segnts.
People around him began to leave, unable to keep up, heading ho.
Bai Qiquan continued to persevere.
The next day, and the day after, then the weekend.
On the morning of the sixth day, Bai Qiquan finally finished watching all the raw footage Lu Ban had uploaded to the server.
Although it was unedited, the overall storyline was still discernible.
Bai Qiquan hardly saw anything that would harm others’ souls or grotesque horror; even the battles with the Bandaged People only had a blockbuster feel to them.
Perhaps only when the filth on Changfeng Island appeared did he feel dizzy and took half an hour to recover.
But the rest of it, as Lu Ban had said, was indeed warm, healing, about growth, interspersed with faint feelings of young love and the sorrow of parting; after watching, all Bai Qiquan could say was, “Amber is my wife.”
“Could it be that Director Lu has truly changed directions?”
Bai Qiquan was skeptical.
anwhile, elsewhere.
In Lu Ban’s ho, he turned on his computer.
On the computer, there was still a portion of the raw footage.
The final monts related to Amber.
This part, Lu Ban would handle personally.
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