Huayu Entertainment, all I can do is make bad movies.

Film and Television Department.

Xiao Li knocked on the door and entered, placing a newly issued document on Sun Guangyuan's desk.

"Sun Ke, in order to cooperate with the relevant departments in applying to host the 08 Olympics, our film and television censorship may need to be tightened."

Sun Guangyuan frowned.

In 1997, more than 80 feature films were produced nationwide, but only about half of them were ultimately shown in theaters.

The situation was even worse in the first quarter of this year, with more than 20 films only given 5 release slots.

This number is not small for a market of over a billion people; it's a drop in the ocean.

The box office success of "Titanic," which grossed nearly 2 million yuan, has proven that ordinary people love and want to watch movies, but there are simply too few domestically produced films that interest them.

This problem could have been solved by supporting domestic films and increasing the number of films, thus achieving a qualitative change through quantitative change.

As a result, the tightening of policies came first.

Sun Guangyuan dared not complain about the policy. He sighed and said to Xiao Li, "It seems we have a lot of work to do in the next few years!"

"But we shouldn't go to extremes. We should guide industry professionals to make more good feature films, but we can't just label everything as a black cat or a white cat, believing that a cat that catches mice is a good cat!"

Xiao Li nodded: "Understood."

After finishing the business, Sun Guangyuan asked with a smile, "What news is there outside? I heard Jiang Wen is arranging a film crew? The script has arrived? What's the story?"

"I've read the script, and there aren't any major problems."

Sun Guangyuan chuckled and said, "You're still young. Those scripts are special editions. Once filming officially starts, go visit the set more often."

"Any recent films that are particularly outrageous?"

Xiao Li thought for a moment: "There really are some, are they filming zombies?"

Sun Ke was surprised and incredulous, thinking he had misheard, and asked again, "Zombies from Hong Kong movies?"

"Pretty much, but they're all living dead."

"What's the director's name? Show me the script attachment later."

Sun Ke found it utterly unbelievable.

The earliest domestically produced film based on the Liaozhai theme can be traced back to "The Ghostly Love" in the early 90s.

In 93, new regulations were introduced, and ghost movies disappeared completely. Now, some people actually dare to defy the rules and commit crimes.

This is even more despicable than a group of independent filmmakers in China.

Independent filmmakers, at least, pursue realistic emotions.

This guy, on the other hand, openly promotes superstition.

Sun Ke asked again, "Who is the director?"

Xiao Li thought for a moment: "It seems to be called Wang Hai."

"Wang Hai?"

Sun Ke doesn't remember having such a director.

That makes sense, and it's understandable.

It's normal for a new director who's just entered the workforce to not understand the rules, but it's a pity that their enthusiasm will be dashed in one fell swoop.

Sun Guangyuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll go take a look at the sample photos."

Xiao Li smiled and said, "No need to trouble you. I've already seen the movie. There are zombies and violent, bloody scenes in the first twenty minutes. It's all very messed up. Even if the movie is released, it won't make any money at the box office. I left before I saw the end."

Upon hearing this, Sun Guangyuan paused, his tone quite stern: "Xiao Li, how could you say that?"

"Our job is to guide industry professionals to keep their thinking on the right track. The quality of a work and the box office revenue will be determined by the audience and the market."

"How can you condemn a work based on your personal feelings, likes, or dislikes?"

"The reviewer should be a calm observer."

Xiao Li didn't take it seriously.

The quality of a work is determined by the market; that's how reform and opening up have been implemented.

But Titanic 2 was really bad, no wonder it did poorly at the box office.

Thinking of the film's title, Xiao Li glanced at Sun Guangyuan and felt he had to give Sun Ke a surprise.

He was initially taken aback when he first saw "Titanic," but after watching a bit of the film, he realized it was a case of false advertising.

With over 20 feature films screened each quarter, the review process was easy and pleasant. When Sun Guangyuan arrived, there wasn't a soul in the screening room, so Xiao Li had to become a temporary projectionist.

Sun Guangyuan lit a cigarette, and the screen lit up at the right moment.

The film has no setup or subtitles; it jumps straight into the plot.

A young man covered in blood, with a livid face and stiff movements, slowly approached the girl whose face was filthy.

"Don't come any closer, don't come any closer..."

The girl, gripping the axe in both hands, screamed.

Sun Guangyuan's eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown.

My first impression was that the movie was off-key.

Regardless of the director's skill level, the film should at least follow the normal movie production process: revealing the title, introducing the cast and crew, and then presenting the complete story from beginning to end.

This one is good.

The plot starts off completely nonsensical.

"What's the title of the movie?"

Sun Guangyuan asked Xiao Li, who had returned to his seat.

"Please allow me to keep you in suspense for now," Xiao Li said cheerfully.

Sun Guangyuan remained noncommittal and turned his gaze to the screen.

"Oh, so it's a movie shoot. Then it can't be called a ghost movie."

Seeing Jiang Wu, who played the director, jump out and berate the male and female actors, complaining about their terrible acting skills, Sun Guangyuan nodded slightly.

Xiao Li pursed his lips and remained silent, waiting for Sun Guangyuan to slap himself in the face.

After only seven or eight minutes, Sun Guangyuan's face darkened.

It really is a zombie movie.

According to Jiang Wu's account, there was a terrifying legend about the place where the film crew was located: as long as a six-pointed star was drawn on the roof, zombies could be attracted by blood sacrifice, and he achieved his goal, when real zombies came.

Sun Guangyuan threw away his cigarette butt, feeling utterly exhausted.

He was angry that Wang Hai was acting recklessly and without principle.

It is also a pity that the career of a young director will be ruined by him.

The moment the real zombies appeared, Sun Guangyuan lost interest in the story on screen.

Amidst the howling and screaming of several actors in a chase, he rubbed his temples and said, "It's right not to let this kind of subject matter be shown; you did the right thing."

Xiao Li nodded and smiled, "Guess what the movie is called?"

Seeing Sun Guangyuan looking at him, Xiao Li laughed out loud: "The movie is called 'Titanic 2.' I don't know what the director was thinking. It's both laughable and pathetic."

"This shows the immense influence of Titanic."

Sun Guangyuan sighed and stood up, only to find the movie had ended and the credits were rolling on the screen. He asked curiously, "Was this movie an hour long?"

"To be honest, I couldn't stay until the end of the movie last time," Xiao Li said with a smile and a shake of his head.

Sun Guangyuan glanced at his watch; only about 40 minutes had passed from when he sat down until the end credits. He was so angry he laughed.

This young director named Wang Hai isn't ignorant of the rules; he's simply unaware of even the basic censorship terms.

"Shut it down, let's go." Sun Guangyuan said with exasperation.

"good...."

Just as Xiao Li agreed, the big screen, which had disappeared into darkness after the end credits, was illuminated again.

Sun Guangyuan exclaimed "Huh?" and looked at Xiao Li, who also looked confused.

"Something's not right with this movie..."

Sun Guangyuan sat down again, lit another cigarette, and stared straight ahead.

The visuals on screen are still so rough.

However, compared to the first forty minutes of the story, it is clearly a two-story narrative.

As the plot unfolds, Sun Guangyuan suddenly realizes the truth.

All the zombies and zombies are fake.

The so-called violence and bloodshed are fake; they're just props and blood.

All the curses and blood sacrifices are fake.

It's all fake, completely fake.

What the director really wanted to express was a father's love for his daughter.

It tells the story of the career dilemmas faced by a middle-aged director.

It tells a story of coincidences that are both funny and absurd.

How the hell is this a ghost movie? It's clearly a comedy!

What's most impressive about this film is that the director first shot a 40-minute-long bad movie, and then used the subsequent hour-long feature film to make up for the bad plot.

And there are no vulnerabilities.

"Issue a screening license; this film is fine. Great!"

After finishing his sentence, Sun Guangyuan casually added, "One must be careful in doing things!"