Chapter 330 This is the chosen one
This show is called "Who's Next Producer". In the first phase, 20 teams were selected from the audition to enter the second phase, and then all were disrupted. Questions were asked on the spot, teams were reorganized, and creative drafts and project analyzes were presented. The 10 teams that could best capture the hearts of the audience entered the second phase. Three issues, and the right to score is entirely in the hands of the audience.
Watching the scene gave me the thrill of a direct interview, and my adrenal glands surged. No wonder this show is so popular. What everyone sees is the production process of film and television works. It is basically a double battle between the workplace and the market. And the most exciting thing is that the decision of life and death is in your own hands.
The four judges are all recognized experts in the industry, but they only comment and have no decision-making power. Their opinions are only reference and not the final result. In the first episode, the review and scoring results were completely different, and several reviewers were so angry that they "quarreled" with the audience on the spot.
Xiang Nuan watched in the audience and was really worried about Jiang Yunhui. Such an open program requires strong field control ability! No matter how well-prepared you are, you must have a high degree of flexibility and adaptability. If you are not careful, the effect of the program will be greatly reduced, and it will either burn out or explode.
The audience around Xiang Nuan were very excited. This was a program that they participated in throughout and made the final decision! They are like a large board of directors. Every time a hand is raised or every vote is taken, the "life or death" of many people is related. Xiang Nuan felt like he was in a gladiatorial arena. He could shed three layers of skin and lose ten pounds of body weight in just one show.
"Do you want your wife to say a few words about the audience's opinions?" Lucas asked Jiang Yunhui.
Jiang Yunhui waved his hand. He hadn't told Xiang Nuan about this process, so what if he was caught off guard?
But Lucas was so impressed by Xiang Nuan's speech at the lecture in China that he firmly believed that her wise mind would have unique insights.
"Believe me, Mrs. Jiang is like this." He gave a thumbs up, his face full of admiration.
"No, no, no, no, she's here just to experience the atmosphere of the show this time."
"Yunhui, I believe in your wife!"
"I don't believe in myself."
When he said this, the staff around him all laughed. Jiang Yunhui, who was always confident, even felt timid at times.
Jiang Yunhui watched Xiang Nuan's reaction from time to time through the monitor. It was obvious that she liked it very much and enjoyed watching it. She even communicated and shared her views with the audience around her.
"Now the creativity of each team has been displayed on the big screen. Remember, there is only one theme, and that is 'regret'. Whose regret can grab the heartstrings of the audience the most and resonate with the public the most? We will start right away. First pre-voting! ”
The host has pushed the atmosphere to the highest level, and the voting machines in everyone's hands are about to wipe out sparks. The moment the results came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
The director showed the camera to the auditorium, and a large-scale melee-style debate scene was presented to the audience around the world. They argue for their choices and fight for their favorite players.
Xiang Nuan couldn't help but put his arms around Ran Ran's shoulders and shrank in the middle. Good guy, you won't do anything if you don't agree with me, right? !
Jiang Ranran didn't understand it at all, but she giggled. These crazy adults are so funny. Don’t they always pride themselves on being serious and upright in controlling everything? How come you are so mad?
"Which one did you choose?" Ran Ran asked her.
Xiang Nuannun said: "The one with the fewest votes."
Ran Ran looked at her with "sympathy". He didn't understand what these people were talking about, but she obviously had bad luck.
"Let's take a look at the results..." the host said in a long voice: "The top few votes are evenly matched. It can be seen that the dark horse has not yet appeared."
The audience burst into laughter. Obviously this humorous host knows how to whet the appetite of the audience.
"However, the group with the lowest score was unexpectedly out of the group. Come on, please tell us how you unified everyone's opinions." There was another burst of laughter, and Xiang Nuan shook hands with the people on the stage. Clenched his fists.
"The 'regret' we want to express is about life. It is not the straightforward things that have not been done, the people that have not been retained, or the ideals that have not been realized. It is a feeling, like every one of us. No matter how ordinary the days are, I try my best on such days, but I still can’t stop looking back at the starting line and thinking ‘what if’… This is the ‘regretful’ story we want to tell.”
The speaker was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. He had a melancholy temperament about him, which went well with today's theme. He spoke very slowly, not in a hurry, and actually made the whole place fall silent.
"Wow, to be honest, as soon as he started speaking, I knew that regret is a normal part of life." The host brought everyone's thoughts back to the audience, and there was thunderous applause.
"But this is a movie. Without a good story to support it, it will make people sleepy."
"A calm style does not mean a mediocre story, I vote against it."
"It's a good point, but it doesn't look creative."
"The essence of drama is conflict. A plot without conflict cannot catch me."
Those who raise objections also have valid reasons.
Wow, these viewers are so powerful. Could it be that they were selected from those with the most experience in watching movies? Or are you just a professional? Or is he a senior film critic? I have watched hundreds of movies, and I know the director's tricks very well. Don't think that you can cheat my wallet with just a few words, kid!
"Can any of the viewers who voted stand up and tell us why you support them?"
The large screen at the scene and hundreds of pairs of eyes started scanning mode, all searching for who has the most niche aesthetic today.
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"No? You must know that the truth may really be in the hands of a few people. Maybe you have a unique vision, and they are the dark horses waiting to be released? Since you have chosen him, speak out for him firmly!"
The camera is still scanning, switching between close shots and long shots of excited faces.
"My mom voted!"
This clear child's voice lit up the whole world like an eagle emerging from the valley, but Xiang Nuan felt that the sky was falling. She had a vague feeling that something was wrong, and was worried that Lucas might pull some tricks. Well, now, it’s a divine assist from one of our own!
The director's camera is like a sniper's scope, focusing on this point at once. Her oriental face, which is different from those around her, occupies the center of the entire picture.
"Oh, God! This is God's will!" Lucas even stood up. He grabbed Jiang Yunhui, excited as if he had seen a miracle.
Everyone was looking at Jiang Yunhui, but he was the only one with a confused face, while he and Xiang Nuan "looked at each other" across the screen.
"Which one of you is responsible?!" he asked blankly.
"The director and the host don't know it's your wife. This is the perfect choice, the absolute perfect choice!" Everyone patted him on the shoulder, but they all cheered up and waited for Xiang Nuan's performance.
This is a live broadcast! Jiang Yunhui felt that his palms were sweating. But he was also full of expectations. He knew that such scenes had always been difficult for Xiang Nuan, but he was just worried that she didn't want to be in the limelight.
"I saw the face of the Venus of the East! Can you please come to the stage? That brave kid just now, please come up too!"
The host was so troublesome that he even invited the mother and son to the stage. At this time, someone whispered a few words in his ear, and his eyes visibly widened in disbelief...