Decades of stories will naturally be re-adjusted according to the current market, with more subtle lines, better actors, more investment, and as time goes by, famous directors whose status has been unmatched .
Another audition.
Sure enough, two big celebrities who she wanted to tremble when she heard the name appeared, auditioned alone, asked questions alone, when it was Ningning's turn, Chen Guanchao sat behind the desk, crossed his hands and said to her: "Use two words to describe Phantom. ."
Ningning: "Monster."
Chen Guanchao: "Three words."
Ningning: "Ugly eight monsters."
The character of the phantom is that because she was born ugly, she was sold to the circus by her parents when she was young. She suffered a lot in the circus, and finally escaped and hid in an abandoned old theater. Renovated and stationed in a new troupe, she hid in the dark and caught a glimpse of Lu Yunhe, the male protagonist who was as warm and beautiful as the sun.
Chen Guanchao: "What kind of phantom will you give the audience?"
Ning Ning lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then raised his eyes and sneered: "I will dominate them with fear!"
Even if it puts on the cloak of love, but in the final analysis this is a suspense thriller. The heroine is a serial killer. If the audience cannot be dominated by fear, then... it will be expelled from the thriller! Go out and turn right to report on Valentine's Day!
This time, Chen Guanchao lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then looked up at her: "Use one word to describe the Phantom's love for the male lead."
Ning Ning answered without hesitation: "Desire for monopoly!"
Phantom is inferior, even if she has a beautiful voice that no one can match. No one has ever loved her, and she has never loved anyone else, until the male protagonist appeared. In order to get him, she did everything she could, including killing people and imprisoning the male protagonist at the end of the story.
"What do you think is the end of this love?" Chen Guanchao leaned slightly and stared at her.
Ningning paused for a moment, and then replied decisively: "It's destruction!"
"Go back first." Chen Guanchao looked a little disappointed, he leaned back on the chair, and when Ningning was about to walk out of the room, he stopped her from behind, "Think again, give me one in three days. Answer, tell me... What is love to Phantom?"
what is love
After returning home, Ningning turned on the computer. Li Boyue had already sent her the resources of the old version of "The Phantom of the Theater." Who did she ask? She doesn't know what love is, so she has to ask Chen Guanchao herself, the Phantom of the past... I rely on what the hell is this! !
Of course, the quality of the pictures back then can't be compared to today, but what is more eye-catching is the plot and the acting skills of the hero and heroine. It's no wonder that this drama hit the streets without a splash, and it is still Chen Guanchao's dark history, and it is taken out from time to time. Slam it.
Ning Ning took out the pen from the drawer, took a look at the movie, wrote down a line, then took the line book to the full-length mirror, adjusted her state, and said affectionately, "Yunhe, I love you."
It wasn't her standing in the mirror, but Qu Ning'er, who was wearing a fire-scorched Republic of China costume with long hair falling down. She silently said to Ning Ning with her mouth shape, "You don't believe that you will fall in love at all. That good-looking boy doesn't believe that boy will fall in love with the ugly you."
The phone rang, Ning Ning blinked, Qu Ning'er in the mirror disappeared, and it was still herself.
"Hello?" Ning Ning answered the phone.
"How is it?" Li Boyue's voice came from the opposite side.
"I'm not sure yet, there is a question I haven't answered." Ningning asked him, "Li Boyue, what is love?"
"Wait a minute." After a few clicks on the keyboard, Li Boyue's answer came from the opposite side, as if a politician was giving a speech, "Love! It's the most beautiful thing in the world, you are looking at the moon, I'm looking at you! Love! It's the most humble thing in the world, you're in the clouds, I'm in the dust! Love! It's... "
"Stop stop stop!!" Ning Ning couldn't take it anymore, "Where did you copy it?"
"Zhiyin and Douban." Li Boyue returned to her normal tone and analyzed her, "Director Chen's heart is very literary, if you want to impress him, you must be as literary as him, or more literary than him! What is love? Right? Leave it to me, I'll give you a standard answer tonight!"
Li Boyue, whose schedule is accurate to the second, hangs up the phone, probably to write about what love is.
"...Even if there is a standard answer, it's not about dressing up for a show." Ning Ning held the phone and turned to look at the mirror.
The man in the mirror smiled gloomily at her. It was a smile that could not be warmed even by the light shining on the body in the underground where the sun was not seen.
"I know the pain of being called ugly, I know the anger of being laughed at for no reason, I hate this world! Since the world is so unfriendly to me, why should I be kind to it!" Ning Ning suddenly punched on the mirror, then screaming at yourself in the mirror, "So you come and tell me, how do you love people? How do I love people?"
After a few minutes, she slowly backed away, turned around and went out the door. After going downstairs, she raised her hand to call a taxi, got into the car, and said, "No. 35, Rouge Road."
The car was parked in front of the Life Cinema.
Ningning opened the car door and came down, looking at the lantern, the gate, the doorman, and the poster in front of her.
Mingming only left not long ago, but when he came back again, it seemed like a lifetime.
When I got closer, I saw that the poster in front of the door had been changed.
Title: "Blood Stage"
Starring, Tang Zhen, Cui Pingping
Another movie she hadn't seen, and two names she hadn't heard before. The poster shows an old theater, a man and a woman on the stage, the man is dressed in costumes, like a character, and the woman is dressed in fashion, just like a white-collar beauty, she holds the man in her arms and holds a dagger in her hand. , stuck in his chest, tears dripping down his face.
Ning Ning looked at the poster again and again, and finally murmured, "That's it."
Leaving aside the content, just from the background setting and character setting, this movie has a lot in common with "The Phantom of the Theater", which is a thriller in the skin of love.
She can find inspiration in this film. If she is lucky, she may be able to find the answer to Director Chen's question, but it also means that she has to become another person and experience an unknown journey, which she may experience again. The same pain as last time, but what does it matter
"There's nothing to lose anyway." Ning Ning sneered at herself.
He stepped forward, but was stopped by a hand.
"Tickets." The guard turned his head and faced her with a snow-white mask on his face.
Ning Ning was stunned: "Didn't I give it last time?"
"One ticket per movie." The guard said lightly, "If you don't have a ticket, I can't let you in."
Ning Ning opened her mouth, but he was right, she couldn't refute it. If one ticket allowed unlimited movie viewing, the movie theater would be out of business long ago.
"Where are the ticket offices?" She looked around and saw that there were no ticket offices anywhere, so she put it another way, "How can I get tickets?"
The guard quietly leaned against the gate, eroded by the wind and rain, unmoved, and only shook his head very slowly.
"Why do you still want to go in?" he asked suddenly, "Did you cry enough last time?"
Ning Ning was stunned for a while, then remembered the embarrassing thing he had done last time. She ran in front of him crying, tears and rain washed away the makeup on her face, she cried out to the sky, and the face known as the most beautiful vase in the new generation was smashed to shreds by pain.
If someone like this is photographed, it will be a lifetime of black history.
Just as she was about to say something, suddenly the sky rumbled, she turned her head to look at the sky, and laughed: "What a coincidence, it rained last time, and it rained this time too."
"Go back." The guard suddenly said.
Ning Ning shook his head and smiled at him: "I won't leave, I'll just wait here."
"It's useless," said the guard. "I don't have a ticket for you here."
"There's always someone with a ticket." Ning Ning leaned against the wall on the other side of the door and said lightly, "I'll just stand here, wait for someone with a ticket to come over, and then find a way to buy the ticket."
But no one came, only the rain didn't stop.
Ning Ning was bored and started to look for auction information of old movie tickets online. She didn't know anyone who was in this business, and the collection in this area was not very popular. Occasionally, she came across a few who were willing to sell, but couldn't come up with what she wanted. Wanted tickets.
Not to mention tickets, she couldn't even find any news about "Life Cinema".
He turned his head and glanced at the door beside him... How about trying to evade fares
"Don't think about evading fares." The guard's voice suddenly sounded. He didn't look in Ningning's direction at all, his eyes were looking at the sky, "Never think about evading fares."
"Why?" Ning Ning asked.
"Why didn't you leave so late?" The guard became angry for some reason. "Aren't you cold? Aren't you hungry? Aren't your parents worried about you?"
Ning Ning was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "... I don't have a father, my mother... Mom is no longer there."
The guard suddenly got stuck.
"And I don't feel cold, and I don't feel hungry." She looked down at her hands, a black flame burning in her eyes, "I just want to… just grab something with these hands, I just want to act. !"
The rain became louder and fell heavily along the eaves. The door was like a dividing line, isolating each other. Ningning leaned on the left wall, and the doorman leaned on the right wall. Under the snow-white mask, the expression was indistinguishable, and he kept looking at her.
This silence lasted for several minutes, Ningning tried to break the peace, so he turned his head and smiled: "By the way, what do you think love is?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt regretful. She shouldn't ask a stranger such a question. Fortunately, the other party doesn't seem to be willing to answer this question. He turned his face away and said in a low voice in one direction: "Here it is."
Who is here? Ning Ning looked around, and saw a haggard figure trudging through the water in the gray rainy night, staggering, no regrets, and she finally came to the door of the movie theater, her skinny and old hands tightly tightening her grip. Holding an old movie ticket.