Disaster Artist

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"A Qian, you made our screenwriter cry."

Tomson tapped the table lightly, and a shallow arc was raised on the corner of his mouth, reminding him kindly.

But Lu Qian on the other end of the phone was completely unaware of the situation. His head was full of question marks. He couldn't see the picture or hear the sound. He was completely blind.

"what?"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, what did I just say?"

It was only at this moment that Pei Wendan realized that he had already burst into tears.

She hurriedly wiped the tears from her cheeks, "It's okay, director, it's okay, I'm just..."

The voice was a little choked, and the words that followed were just like this deep in the throat—

She was just, a little moved.

She once thought that when she grows up, everything will suddenly become clear; but in real life, this is not the case.

At the age of sixteen, there are the worries of the sixteen-year-old, and at the age of twenty-five, there are the worries of the twenty-five-year-old. Likewise, at the age of fifty, there are the worries of the fifty-year-old, and it has always been the case.

Moreover, the older you get, the more troubles you have, and the more difficult it is to solve. One has not been resolved, and then you fall into another.

She tried her best to get rid of the influence of her mother from her family, but after going around in circles, she was still trapped by herself, trapped in an unrealistic dream.

Once upon a time, she desperately tried to escape, just hoping to grow up quickly, and wishing she could get rid of the troubles of youth overnight.

When I woke up, I found that the pillow was wet with tears, and I seemed to have gotten rid of my mother, but I fell into a bigger nothingness and more troubles.

Looking back suddenly, looking back at my sixteen-year-old, those who were sensitive, those who were vulnerable, those who were hypocritical and those who were pretentious, everything was never the same again.

Seriously, she thought no one would ever be able to read her, and now—

"Director, it's just...I thought...no one can see the emotions hidden behind the words. In fact, this is my own story."

"In the eyes of others, I am an idiot who has no talent and no ability, but who wants to fight against the whole world. I think I am special; but in fact, I am so mediocre, without brilliance, talent and characteristics, I refuse to accept it. My own ordinary, refusing to admit reality."

"I don't like who I am. But I don't want to admit my mediocrity."

"I can't tell whether I like myself or hate myself."

Pei Wendan's voice trembled slightly, his eyes showed a touch of fragility and despair, and contradictory emotions collided in the depths of Tong Kong.

Little by little, without realizing it, Pei Wendan showed his fragility sincerely—

She even forgot Tomson's existence.

Lu Qian's voice, so gentle and so deep, seemed to touch her wound gently, and then told her:

You are not alone.

In this world, there are people just like you, someone who can read your contradictions and helplessness, and someone who can read your loneliness, loss and loss.

With ease, he defeated all of Pei Wendan's lines of defense in this way, throwing away his armor and crying, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

On the other end of the phone, Lu Qian couldn't see Pei Wendan's expression, but he could savor the intricacies in his slightly trembling voice.

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The tip of the tongue also followed with a layer of bitterness.

Youth and growth, family and self, these are the motifs that everyone must experience. Some people are lucky and go through smoothly without strong winds and waves; some people are worse, and wrong encounters become a haze lingering over their heads. go; others... are a little more miserable.

Not everyone is suitable to be a parent, not everyone can find themselves, and more importantly, not everyone can get rid of the pains of youth and usher in growth.

People always think that growing up is inevitable, but the cruelest place in reality is here. This is not a matter of course.

I see.

The wounds left on Pei Wendan's body were still aching, those cowardice, those fearful and those who flinched, all for a reason.

The last time Lu Qian and Pei Wendan met briefly, they just felt her fragile and cautious, it seemed that they might fall apart with a single touch.

Now, Lu Qian can finally understand the reason behind—

Art comes from life. The most sincere, moving and beautiful stories often come from one's own experience and emotions. A semi-autobiographical work is indeed very appropriate as Pei Wendan's first step on the road of screenwriting.

Facts have also proved this, the details in "Miss Nightingale" are not only real, but also delicate.

Perhaps, similar story templates are common in Lanchuan, but people should be aware of one thing:

Stories are the same; emotions are different.

The point is not always about those familiar stories - otherwise, only one superhero movie is enough, but through these stories, you can see different emotions, different connections, different resonances, and different experiences. The most wonderful feeling brought by the screen.

This is precisely the advantage of "Miss Nightingale". Pei Wendan's delicacy and sensitivity, confusion and vulnerability, sadness and loneliness give the script a unique texture.

From a purely technical point of view, Pei Wendan still has room for growth, a lot of room; but as a screenwriter's first work, it is enough to make people shine.

In fact, when Lu Qian read the script, he could deeply feel the fragility and confusion behind the words, and the most worthy of affirmation was:

Pei Wendan did not immerse himself in his own sadness with self-pity, but presented it in a sharp, sarcastic, and joking way—

It's hard to believe, but "Miss Nightingale" is a comedy script, the real deal.

Just look at the current Pei Wendan~www.readwn.com~ She is broken, incomplete, and incomplete. The pain of growing up has not completely disappeared, but she is still living, advancing, working hard, and persevering. to open up your life in your own way.

Those sensitive, those fragile, those delicate, all turned into words, poured all their emotions into them, and evolved into the driving force of their own lives.

"Miss Nightingale"'s jerky, but with a kind of natural.

No wonder people always say that as a creator, your own story is always the best source of material, which is the first step in creating.

Of course, if you want to evolve into a mature creator, then you should get out of your own category and start learning to observe life and experience life; otherwise, when art and life are inseparable, that is the beginning of the creator's self-destruction, Art can be a force for backlash.

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From a variety of reasons, Lu Qian liked this script very much, gave the green light at the first time, and had more expectations for this project.

For the Echoes, they need to unearth more true stories close to life—

It does not mean that art films are still commercial films, but they are down-to-earth and close to reality, presenting real life on the big screen from different perspectives.

Perhaps the narrative style of these works is an experimental form of artistic creation; perhaps, these works are commercial works full of popcorn effects.

But in essence, they are all interpretations and explorations of life, which is a core factor in determining the bridge between the echo and the audience.