My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 1378 With the sound of a cannon, Yilu buried the city, and Sanyuanli withstood it

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The movie theater was filled with darkness, with many media and film critics sitting in the front row, and stars in the industry and prominent figures in the city sitting in the third row behind.

The lights are gorgeous.

On stage,
The tall and handsome Wu Xiaozu, the cold suit thug Luo Dong, the glamorous and beautiful Qiu Shuzhen, and the main creative team members stood in front of the big screen.

"Wu Sheng, we all know that this film has been in preparation for a long time, and the total shooting time spanned more than [-] months, so what is this heroic film about?

Is there anything interesting to share with you during the filming? "

The guest stage master of ceremonies is Lin Haifeng, known as the 'Lin Dog' who is known as the sneer.

In this era, nonsensical culture is prevalent on Hong Kong Island, and Zhou Xingxing is naturally the film star.But apart from Master Xing, the "Soft and Hard Heavenly Master" radio combination formed by him and Ge Minhui is also the representative of the ancestor of nonsensical culture in Hong Kong Island.

At the same time, he is also Lin Xiaofeng's biological brother.

"First of all, this is not a heroic film defined by the outside world. Director Li and I originally wanted to film that part of the past, the story of a street.

Later, I discovered that in that period of past, there were actually too many people and things.It seems more like a shadow of an era.

So what this movie tells is probably a story intercepted from an era. "

Wu Xiaozu held the microphone and said with a faint smile.

"The reason why the movie is called "Big Brother" is nothing more than looking at the past from a person's point of view...

In fact, the heroic movies in your mouth are just an extension and change of the crime movies in the genre.

This film hopes to make the audience pay attention to the story told by the film rather than the way it is told.

You could say it's a crime movie or a gangster movie borrowed from Westerns. "

???

Lin Haifeng was a little hard to answer.

Having said that this is a heroic movie, why did Wu Xiaozu suddenly turn it into a special work borrowing from western movies? ? ?

The main reason is that there is no standardization of Hong Kong films or Chinese-language films in this era.There is no perfect industrial process, so the summary of genre films is not in place...

Take a chestnut.

"Avatar" is the foundation of a western in vest.

"Old Xu, you have been refusing to reveal this play. Now that it's about to start, you can talk about it, right? How about the movie?"

Under the stage, watching Wu Xiaozu bragging, Cheng Long twisted his buttocks and asked curiously.

"Old Wu's introduction is very accurate."

Tsui Hark crossed his legs, looking completely unpredictable, "The movie will start soon, you will know if you watch it yourself.

After all, you are a man in Hollywood... Hehe. "

"...￣□￣｜｜..."

Brother Long glared at the unshaven Tsui Hark with his fine bones.

This is in a movie theater, what if this is in a furniture city... Humph.

bragging...

Anyway, Wu Xiaozu didn't think about the real box office explosion of this movie at all-he has experienced the refreshing feeling of Cripple Wang spending other people's money to complete his artistic pursuit.

It really doesn't bother me at all.

Anyway, Boss Liu, who sells retro electric fans next door to the United States, pays the bill... Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that E7 Culture is the biggest producer of this movie.

The whole theater is full of pits and valleys.

There are dozens of film critics, all of Hong Kong's well-known film critics except those who were bought by other film specials...all flocked here.

Some came here for Wu Xiaozu, and some were paid by the bosses next door to criticize... Paid sunspots.

The summer file was like the Battle of Pingele, all kinds of tricks were used.Of course, the means of control and evaluation are relatively simple these days, and the channels that are more able to speak out are still in the hands of capital.

The interview with the main creative team on the stage did not waste too much time. After about 20 minutes, the lights of the audience dimmed.

"Big Brother" officially started.

Locomotive Entertainment, Jianghu Emergency Films, E7 Culture, and the opening logos of the big film companies appeared one after another.

Producers: The names of Jiang Zhiqiang, Wu Xiaozu, and Li Licheng in red font first appeared on the black background.

Immediately afterwards, in the pitch-black picture.

In front of the screen in the shape of an outer square and an inner circle.

A gentleman wearing a top hat, long gown that reaches to his ankles, and only Western-style leather shoes leaking out, took off his top hat and hung it on a lonely hanger next to him, bent down, struck a match, and lit an oil lamp.

The wind and fire are precarious.

The lights flickered.

All of a sudden, in the background, there were gunshots and gunshots that were not very obvious.

The gentleman suddenly turned around in a daze, revealing a startled face, and the huge exposure of the camera flashed.

A photo freezes.

"In April 1944, the Japanese invaders launched the "Operation No. 4" plan, and the Battle of Henan, Hunan and Guangxi officially started!
In eight months, the national army lost more than [-] troops, and large areas of provinces and ministries such as Henan, Hunan, Guizhou, Guangxi, Guangdong, and Fujian were lost.

6000 million compatriots were under the iron heel of the Japanese invaders, homeless and miserable.

When I was 10 years old, I also fled from the mainland to Hong Kong Island with my parents. 』

A slightly mournful soundtrack slowly played from the black screen, and as the opening subtitles slowly emerged, a boy's voice in a voice-changing period read a monologue.

At this time, the music turned slightly, and the opening soundtrack of "Yun Gong Yin" sounded slowly, and at the same time, the voice-over was mixed with the sound of mahjong, car horns, children chasing and fighting, and finally more and more prominent—— The sound of boiling water.

In a close-up shot, a black-brown sand pot is boiling and steaming, with the lid open.

A pair of slender hands held a spoon with a wooden handle, and scooped the black medicinal soup into the thick porcelain bowl placed next to it.

There is obviously a part of the wrist that is obviously whiter than other parts.

cough cough cough...

Offscreen, a cough sounded.

The camera is pulled up to reveal the woman's forearm, and the camera is continued to be pulled up to reveal the whole picture of the slim woman in cotton and linen cheongsam and the simple stove kitchen.

cough cough-

The camera moves to shoot, and the woman walks towards the man lying next to him with the soup.

The man with a haggard face was lying on the edge of the rough bed made of straw mats, his face was gray and his eye sockets were sunken.

"..."

"Drink the medicine first, it will get better." The woman sat beside her gently, holding the spoon to gently feed the medicine.

"It's hard for you and Xinwu, Xinzhi and Xinzhen, you four mothers..." The man couldn't bear to speak.

The woman lowered her head and wiped her tears.

The man's voice stopped short, and the camera turned slightly. Under the subjective lens, there was a tablet named 'My Son's Mind' next to it, and a picture of a boy with a bright smile hung on it.

"You...cough cough cough...cough cough...did the bracelet...cough cough cough...?"

"The price of soup and medicine in the pharmacy has increased again." The woman replied.

At this time, there was the sound of creaking wooden stairs, and a 13- or 4-year-old boy ran up, carrying a three- or two-year-old girl on his back.

Snapped.

The door is pushed open.

boom--

The soup bowl fell to the ground.

A piece of black soup was spilled all over the floor, the boy looked into the room with his sister on his back, and his mother stood there in a daze.

Then there was a cry—

"I carried my younger sister home that day, and my father died of intractable asthma. I was 11 years old that year.

Not a man.

A defenseless woman, raising two children...it's hard in the city of Hong Kong Island.

From that day on, my world was all black and white. 』

Screen transition.

The camera shoots from a high altitude, and the Kowloon Walled City, where fish and dragons are mixed together, appears in the picture.

The scene of the entire Kowloon Walled City is fully displayed to the audience.

In just a few minutes, the underlying ecological fireworks were displayed.

The boy was running up the stairs with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He accidentally fell down.

At the same time, the creaking and shaking of the bed in the background music also stopped.

A pair of cloth shoes appeared in the camera.

The boy looked up.

A disheveled man glanced at him disdainfully, and the boy turned his face sideways.

The man lit a cigarette, hummed a little song and walked down the stairs.

With the door ajar, the boy took off his satchel. A three-year-old girl riding a wooden horse saw him, opened her arms and called out 'brother'.

"Didn't you eat? I'll make it for you..."

The numb, disheveled mother came out of the bedroom with disheveled hair and drooping head, afraid to look at her son.

Turn sideways.

"Brother, that uncle threw money on the ground for me just now..." The girl happily waved the banknotes in her hand.

"Mom said this can be exchanged for rice, so I won't be hungry."

Childish with joy.

At this moment, all the audience in the arena looked at the screen in front of them in astonishment.

Some viewers couldn't help whispering.

The film critics were also dumbfounded.

"Take it!"

Cheng Long looked at the big screen in disbelief, and couldn't help but let out a foul breath.

Tsui Hark beside him smiled.

There is no way not to be shocked!

Because this movie has been broadcast until now, as long as it is from the perspective of the little boy, it is all black and white... Only when the little girl appears, there is a little faint color.

Moreover, what came to his face was the oppressive feeling of breaking the country.

This can be said to be incompatible with today's lively and relaxed film market!

This is not the kind of cruel feeling that hits the face, or the stimulation brought by the strong light and shadow.

It's like having someone pinch your throat, making you struggle to breathe but feeling like you could drown at any moment.

These few scene transitions made everyone a little suspicious that this is a gangster movie?

How do you feel that there is a feeling of sadness of the times? ?
His father died, his mother went to sea, his brother died young, and his sister was pitiful.

This is so...

"Dare to shoot! Black and white narration, completely long-shot transition..." Chen Bairong, editor-in-chief of "Film Biweekly" sitting in the auditorium, couldn't help expressing emotion.

"Sir Wu dares to be so capricious?"

"In a market where commercial films are rampant, did you make such a movie?" Lu Yanhua couldn't help but mutter, "But, it's really a genre that Hong Kong movies have never seen before! The epic feeling that blows over your face..."

The celebrities in the circle also watched the movie in a daze.

This……

Don't blame them for being rare.

No one on Hong Kong Island would make a film like this, especially when a few scenes were shot with that kind of historically tragic feeling. It feels like a boat, blown left and right by the wind.

Yes.

If Wu Xiaozu simply filmed how awesome the boss 'Qiu Jianjun' is, then in fact...it's nothing more than a routine of a heroic film.

He wants to reflect the changes of that era through the perspective of the boss.

As for why Qiu Xinwu was later called Qiu Jianjun, such a thing... there is no need to show it.

Besides, Wu Xiaozu did not admit that this is a biopic, right?

(End of this chapter)