Chapter 565 564 "Journey to the West"
In the Journey to the West movie series, there is no script more suitable for Stephen Chow to star in than this script.
Fang Minghua is also very familiar with this script.
I have watched the movie many times, and the touching plots and familiar classic lines are readily available.
Life is joyful, and death is not painful.
The person I love is an unparalleled hero. One day he will come back to marry me on the colorful clouds. I guessed the beginning but I couldn’t guess the ending
Including the script of the movie, Fang Minghua did not come to this era to study it carefully. However, this is a classic postmodern film work, and the teacher even deconstructed it in class when I was in college.
The collage-like film language, the disintegration of "sublime solemnity", and the use of Brecht's alienation effect
all reveal a strong sense of postmodernism.
In that case, let’s write.
Fang Minghua turned on his computer and called up WPS, and started writing quickly.
(Night, wilderness)
Guanyin: Sun Wukong, you beast, you originally promised Tathagata Buddha to escort your master Tang Sanzang to get the Western Scriptures, but you actually colluded with the Bull Demon King to eat you Master, do you know that you have committed a heinous crime?
Sun Wukong: Don’t be wordy! You chased me for three days and three nights. Because you are a woman, I will not kill you. Don’t think that I am afraid of you. !
Tang Monk: Wukong, how can you talk to Sister Guanyin like this?
Wukong: Wow! Don’t make any noise!
Tang Monk: You are scaring me again!
Guanyin: If you are not afraid of me, why did you hurt Fairy Zixia and take away her Moonlight Box? What? Don’t you just want to hide? Shoot me? Wukong: Since you can't hide, then Old Sun will fight you to the death!
(Wukong threw the moonlight box casually and hit Tang Seng on the head.)
Tang Seng: Ah Ah! No one Be angry. Being angry will violate the precept of anger! Wukong, you are too naughty. I told you not to throw things around. Throwing things is like this... (bang, Wukong's stick fell to the ground) Look at me I haven’t finished speaking yet. You hold the stick The child was thrown away again! The moonlight treasure box is a treasure. If you throw it away, it will pollute the environment. Oh, what if it hits a child? Even if it doesn’t hit the child, it is wrong to hit those flowers and plants!
(Wukong grabbed the moonlight box in Tang Monk’s hand)
Tang Monk: What are you doing?
Wukong: Let go!
On this day, from day to night, apart from going out to eat, Fang Minghua basically did Shang was locked up in his hotel room writing this script.
Actually, the scripts for the first and second episodes of Westward Journey are not that many, just over 30,000 words, which can be said to be quite short.
Originally, the script was written while filming, and everything was left to the director and actors.
Of course Fang Minghua will not write too much thanklessly.
By ten o'clock in the evening, I had finished writing the scripts for the first and second episodes. I checked them carefully and felt that there was nothing wrong with them.
Shut down and go to sleep.
I got up the next morning, had breakfast, went to the front desk and called Stephen Chow’s phone number.
"Mr. Zhou, I'm Fang Minghua. Once you've finished writing the script, please ask someone to come and pick it up."
Fang Minghua told his address again, then went downstairs to eat and take a look around.
The East Lake Hotel was quite famous in Shenzhen in the 1980s and 1990s. It was one of the first foreign-related hotels. From the indoors, you could overlook Wutong Mountain in the distance and the East Lake up close.
Karaoke, dance hall, swimming pool, and sauna are all available!
After a busy day yesterday, I was exhausted and went to the sauna to steam. Fang Minghua turned around and walked into the sauna. After steaming for a while, he found a female technician to give him a massage.
Of course, forget about big health care and so on.
After taking the sauna and feeling relaxed, Fang Minghua changed into his own clothes and went to his room. He wandered into the hall and saw several people sitting on the sofa. When he saw him, he immediately stood up and walked towards him.
The leader turned out to be Stephen Chow!
Hey, have you come to Shenzhen in person?
"Mr. Fang, Mr. Zhou has been waiting for almost an hour." It was his assistant Tian Qiwen who spoke, with an obvious tone of complaint.
"I didn't expect you to come so quickly, so I went to take a sauna." Fang Minghua explained with a smile.
Tian Qiwen wanted to say something else, but Stephen Chow stopped him and said in his very poor Mandarin: "It's okay, Mr. Fang, can I read your script now?"
"Okay, let's go upstairs."
The crowd gathered around Stephen Chow and went up to the third floor. The assistant followed Stephen Chow into Fang Minghua's room, and the others stood at the door of the room politely.
Fang Minghua didn't hesitate, turned on the computer and called up the script he wrote last night.
"If you don't have a printer and can't print it out, let's just read it on the computer."
Stephen Chow said nothing more, sitting on a chair and staring at the screen carefully.
Fang Minghua didn't bother, made a cup of tea and drank it slowly. Stephen Chow did not read it very quickly. He pondered over the 30,000-word script and read it countless times.
Fang Minghua changed the weak tea twice more. Two hours had passed before he saw Stephen Chow looking up from the computer and looking at him, looking a little excited.
'"Mr. Fang, I want this script from you! How about 200,000 Hong Kong dollars?"
To be fair, the price offered by Stephen Chow was not low.
Hong Kong people have never paid much attention to screenwriters. The most a famous screenwriter can write is 50,000 Hong Kong dollars.
Fang Minghua didn’t care about this either. But if there is anything, he will say it.
"Mr. Zhou, as a screenwriter, of course I hope you will film it, but I would like to say one more thing. This script subverts tradition. Will the audience accept it if it is filmed? You have to seriously consider it."
Stephen Chow pondered for a moment with a determined look on his face: "I have considered it, but I want to give it a try."
"Okay."
Stephen Chow was obviously prepared. Fang Minghua immediately took out a standard contract, which was still in traditional Chinese characters. Fang Minghua read it carefully and found that it was signed by Xingwei Co., Ltd.
Oh, at this time, the Caixing Film Company that caused the movie "Westward Journey" to go bankrupt has not yet been established.
After Fang Minghua signed his name, the other party took out a three-inch plate and Fang Minghua copied it in. Everything was OK.
When the other party was about to leave, Fang Minghua suddenly said:
"Mr. Zhou, if you want to make this movie, I suggest you go to the mainland. There is a place called Zhenbeibao West Film City in Ningxia. The location there is very suitable for the community.”
Fang Minghua briefly introduced the situation of Zhenbei Fort.
"Thank you Mr. Fang, I will seriously consider your suggestion." Stephen Chow was about to leave, but Fang Minghua stopped him.
"Mr. Zhou, your notebook." Fang Minghua said and pointed to the laptop on the table.
"Mr. Fang, I'll leave it to you as a souvenir." Stephen Chow smiled.
"Thank you"
Mr. Zhou left with a group of people, and Fang Minghua was also preparing to fly back to Xijing.
Historically, Stephen Chow approached West Film Studio to co-produce this film. Unfortunately, it suffered huge losses when it was released. As a result, Cai Xing Film Company, which he had just established, went bankrupt.
Fang Minghua didn’t know whether Stephen Chow would ask Liu Zhenwei to be the director for filming this time, or whether he would ask Xi Film Studio to cooperate, and he didn’t take the initiative to recommend Song Tangtang’s Shengshi Film and Television.
Now that I am a screenwriter, it would be useless to talk too much.
Besides, the movie was not popular when it was first released, which is also a big problem.
Just let it happen.
In the evening, Fang Minghua took a flight back to Xijing.
(End of this chapter)