Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau

Chapter 613: Chapter 329: Emerging Out of Nowhere (Second Update)

”The female lead is not tall, and when the male lead embraces her, she can’t see the top of his head. Wouldn’t this be more reasonable? Even if the audience noticed it, they’d think it’s natural and their curiosity would be piqued.”

Lawrence Winters’ suggestion was entirely from the standpoint of narrative plausibility.

But the director was different.

The director paid more attention to dramatic conflict, sometimes the more absurd a scene, the more controversy it can stir.

Film and television works fear most losing attention.

Steady and safe content fails to engage the audience, and might lead them to stop watching.

Thus, the director insisted, saying, ”Doing it this way would greatly decrease the audience’s anticipation for later scenes; it would be boring. I find it more interesting for the female lead to personally cast magic on the male lead.”

Lawrence Winters did not argue further, but simply looked at Edward Foster.

Edward Foster thought for a moment and said, ”Both of your arguments make sense, but what I want is an effect that has dramatic conflict while still being plausible. We can’t enforce a conflict. Although causing a stir is one way to make a mark, our Arco doesn’t need to go down that path. He is already a well-known movie star, and now that he’s filming a TV series, it needs to be a high-quality, prestigious piece of work, not something that deliberately sets up dramatic conflicts to lower the overall tone of the work.”

With Edward Foster’s comment, he effectively rejected the director’s view and indirectly acknowledged that Lawrence Winters’ approach was more reasonable.

Lawrence Winters felt a bit delighted, and just as she was about to suggest the sample clip Kenneth Osborne made for her, Edward Foster interjected, ”I also have a sample someone sent me for post-production, coincidentally picking the same segment from the raw footage.”

The director was slightly startled and quickly exchanged a glance with the technical director.

The technical director understood and smiled, saying, ”Directly sent to Mr. Foster? Then the quality must be extremely high, something that ordinary companies can’t compare to. We certainly need to study it carefully!”

Edward Foster glanced at Lawrence Winters and said, ”Lawrence, do you know how to play it? I have the clip saved in a cloud account.”

Actually, Edward Foster had it saved on the hard drive of Lawrence Winters’ company computer, although she could remotely log into her computer.

Lawrence Winters blinked, not really understanding Edward Foster’s intention, but she didn’t question him. She simply did as he said, exchanged positions with the technical director, logged into her computer, opened the sample, and started playing it.

Once this post-produced sample was played, the feeling was immediately different.

Previously, Lawrence Winters viewed this sample only on Kenneth Osborne’s twenty-eight-inch computer monitor.

Now it was being played on a massive 150-inch screen!

When the snowy mountain came into view, the camera acted like an eagle’s eye, overlooking and zooming in.

Even on the vast 150-inch screen, the texture of the snowy mountain was clearly visible.

As the camera gradually zoomed in on the snow particles, they not only appeared crystal clear but seemed to contain a hidden world, even evoking a sense of ”one flower, one world; one tree, one enlightenment.”

As if a vast universe was concealed within the snow particles.

Like holding a mirror in front of another mirror, the reflection could endlessly extend, as if a long mirror gallery was appearing ahead.

When the camera switched again, the sky flashed across everyone.

The sky, astonishingly, was no longer bluish-white, but a purplish-white, exuding an awe-inspiring yet slightly mystical aura.

All of this happened within just a few seconds of the camera switching.

As everyone’s vision lingered on the impression of ”snow snakes dancing, wax elephants racing,” the camera returned to the male and female leads.

The ancient, robust tree beside them resembled an enlarged bonsai, yet extremely genuine.

The leaves were dark green, sharing the same undertone as the brown-black trunk.

The ground the two were standing on appeared unreal, shifting between reality and illusion, but about a meter away from them, traces of water ripples appeared.

As the camera gradually zoomed out to a wide shot, the screen presented a crescent-shaped lake.

The lake water was clear and luminous, like a warm jade, transparent and reflective, mirroring the ancient tree and the leads nestled beneath it.

When the leads began confessing their sentiments to each other, the reflection of their shadows beneath the water shifted accordingly.

It seemed to foreshadow the unstoppable rolling of the wheel of fate.