第七章 网红男友人人喊打

"market likes? i tell you, market likes good stuff, not this noisy trash!" lin fan took two steps forward, pointing at the monitor. "look at the lighting, it's like a disco lamp swaying back and forth. the actors have to squish their faces close to the camera or else their faces look like pigs'. what kind of terrible filming technique is this?" a burr of laughter erupted from the crew. they couldn't help but chuckle at lin fan's sarcastic tone. the director, a portly man with a red face, strode forward with a fxcking face. "lin fan, you don't know anything about filmmaking. if you don't like the script, just keep quiet. why do you have to make a big deal out of it?" lin fan remained impassive. "i'm not touching the script. i'm just saying the execution is terrible. the lighting, the camera angles, the direction... it's all garbage. and the actors are nothing but broke actors hanging around on set. if you want to make a movie, you should at least