Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 340 - 324 Critique of Genre Literature?

"Miss Sofia Coppola, when the director of this movie was announced, many believed it was destined to fail."

"After all, your previous short films were of the unpopular European New Wave style."

"So what made you create this unique and very successful commercial film?" the host asked.

"Uh..." The expression of this well-known second-generation director was very captivating on TV.

After a long pause, she finally gritted her teeth and said, "It was Mr. Wang Jian, the assistant producer and screenwriter, whose script prompted me to change my style..."

Wang Jian sat on the sofa in his hotel room, watching the promotional video, helplessly pressing his forehead.

Well, what Sofia said was still somewhat true.

But for Lucy Liu, Monica Bellucci, and other main actors to compliment Universal’s management and claim to have learned a lot from their experiences was plain nonsense!

"Indeed, as long as the box office numbers are good, everyone in the crew becomes brothers and sisters."

"Even those Italian stars who appeared only a few times could easily invent fun anecdotes from the shoot!"

He threw the "shift the blame" statement he had finished writing into the shredder and picked up today’s fax from Universal.

After leading "Jerry Maguire" by 200,000 US Dollars on the first day, yesterday the box office gap widened to over a million US Dollars.

The audience feedback also improved from a C to a C+.

Wang Jian opened his computer and entered the Twitter discussion area.

"After watching ’Jerry Maguire,’ I felt great. But after watching ’I’m so rich,’ I felt something was missing.

Where were the former friends, wives, and the team manager who insulted the main duo?"

"Ha, I feel similar to you. Initially, I was very moved, but compared to revenge, being moved is worthless!"

"You male fans are really harsh! I mainly like it because of all the luxury items, buy whatever you want!

The protagonist is male in the setting. But god, the actor is actually a woman! It’s incredibly relatable!"

"Who says men are so harsh? I don’t like watching revenge plots.

What attracts me more are the intimate scenes between women! When the song ’bang bang’ starts playing, all kinds of rolling...

Ah, hold on, I need to wipe my nosebleed!"

Wang Jian looked at the last message, shook his head speechlessly.

"This user named Howard is really sleazy!"

After a day of sorting his thoughts, he figured out why audiences were willing to watch this terrible movie.

Although films like "Pretty Woman" and "Glengarry Glen Ross" subtly or harshly criticize so-called high society,

people still greatly aspire towards the plain, dull life of the wealthy.

Add to that statements from infamous American spendthrifts like Jack Walton and John Dupont, and the movie seemed to have the wealthy’s endorsement.

"If it were me, I’d go see Larry Elson..." Wang Jian extended his hand and gently slapped his face, "Isn’t this just promoting it?!"

The key issue was that he had finally made the public forget his identity as a rich man and took on the artist label.

Now...

"I always thought that wealthy people must be very busy and shouldn’t be like they are portrayed in movies."

"Ha, your idea of the wealthy? Not to mention many celebrities endorse it, Wang himself is a billionaire!"

This fan, probably a die-hard, not only argued against the opposite view but also posted Wang Jian’s approximate earnings.

"Fuck! Playing the bitch and pretending to be virtuous is my ultimate goal," Wang Jian said as he looked at the precise data, swearing in both Chinese and English, "You’re trying to completely tear down my pretense!"

Then his phone rang.

Wang Jian just pressed the answer button, and his tone immediately turned respectful.

"Mr. Joseph Keller, what can I do for you?"

"Heh, Wang, first, congratulations on your film’s huge box office success," the contemporary American author said pausing slightly before continuing, "However, this genre isn’t well-liked among the writers’ community."

In reality, the interests of top-tier writers and bottom-tier writers had never aligned.

Bottom-tier writers believed that true artists should embrace poverty.

While famous writers knew that only by relying on capital could they fight against capital.

Currently, the most likely candidate to become the capital force for the writers’ community was this young Asian.

To unify the already weak writers’ strength against the Hollywood giants, Joseph Keller had no choice but to make this call.

"But that’s just how the work is..." Wang Jian also sounded somewhat helpless.

He had originally thought that the movie would not see any response under his interference,

just like many investors are conned by movies every year and fade away silently.

"Haha," Joseph Keller chuckled lightly, "There is a novel where the protagonist is a warmonger, yet the work is deemed an anti-war classic."

"The Good Soldier Schweik?" Wang Jian’s mind clicked, and he immediately responded.

"However, I have a contract with Universal, so I can’t criticize the movie arbitrarily."

"No problem," Joseph Keller said gently, "Roger Ebert left a message saying that the team of ’Jerry Maguire’ will use a statement from the heir of the Revlon Group as a springboard to criticize this movie."

"The critics can speak for you by saying that Universal misunderstood the essence of the work, failing utterly to convey its critical tone."

What? Can it really be done like this?

Wang Jian considered for a moment and then agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Joseph Keller dialed another of his students.

"Yes, just proceed with the review as we have already discussed. It would be best to also contact the Langfuxun Family, as they would probably be willing to spend the money."

After ending the call, Joseph Keller rubbed his temples and sighed softly.

"As long as it doesn’t affect the box office, Hollywood’s profit-driven nature means that no matter the criticism, they will still seek to collaborate with Wang."

"I hope that this success will give writers more say."

The old man closed his eyes, "I truly wish to see writers genuinely take control of their works during my lifetime!"

...

In contrast to Joseph Keller’s somewhat bleak mood, Walter Longfellow was quite furious.

Even though many foolish acts have been committed by rich families’ kids,

is there anything more stupid than what his own son has done?

Ever since the tycoon Rockefeller established the Upper East Side, community culture in the United States began to thrive.

Even during the Great Depression when many lower-class Americans starved, it didn’t stop the children there from attending the finest noble schools and the residents from enjoying delicacies from around the world.

Moving there and gaining recognition depended on long-standing family history and powerful influence,

certainly not by flaunting how luxurious and wealthy one’s life is.

That would only make others see shallowness!

He glanced at the newspaper, then back at his son, and deeply sighed.

"Father, where did I go wrong?" William asked quietly, noting the expression on his father’s face.

It’s not you, it’s me!

How did I ever give birth to a son like you!

Walter repressed the urge to go to his collectibles room and pull out two revolvers.

Suddenly, the phone on the coffee table rang.

The Chairman of Revlon picked up the phone grudgingly.

He heard the voice of the newspaper’s editor, with whom there was contact due to longstanding advertising.

"Mr. Longfellow, it seems the critics want to portray the novel ’I’m so rich’ as a piece of critical literature,"

"and use it as a point to criticize Universal."

"Then, could we..."

El Francine listened and was enlightened.

This approach of criticism that actually mixes various personal thoughts was too clever!

"Yes, we can," he nodded slightly as he agreed, "Frame William’s words in a way that changes them into supporting the novel and criticizing the movie."

"Try to portray him as an ordinary young man who couldn’t help but speak out due to his love for literature."

After hanging up the phone, Walter looked back at his son.

"All this, just costing several million US Dollars?"

F**k! Can’t take it anymore!

"Father, that’s a cane, what are you doing?"

Soon after, William’s cries of surprise could be heard throughout the mansion.

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