Chapter 64

Chapter 064

Kim Eunkyung fixed her gaze on the Timeless proposal lying in front of her, her eyes even more serious than before.

She was such a strong poker-faced person that it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Because of that, Oh Sangmin, Joo Hanyeong, and I could do nothing but nervously watch Kim Eunkyung, moving only our eyes.

“Gibak.”

After a heavy silence, Team Leader Kim Eunkyung finally spoke.

“Yes, Team Leader.”

“I think it would be better to put I Am the Criminal in the final pitch rather than Timeless.”

Team Leader Kim Eunkyung's voice was calm, but there was determination in her eyes.

“As you said, I Am the Criminal has a minor genre and feels closer to an independent film.”

“But I also think that independent-film quality could actually become its strength.”

“And when it comes to the possibility of actually producing it, I think I Am the Criminal is the best choice.”

Seeing that Kim Eunkyung was trying to settle the matter like this, I quickly argued back.

“But Team Leader, if I'm told to choose only one of my projects to submit, I want to choose Timeless.”

“It is definitely a story that can succeed at the box office.”

For a moment, I thought I saw a strange sense of disappointment pass through Kim Eunkyung's eyes as she looked at me.

“Okay.”

“Then let's hear what the other team members think.”

“What do you all think?”

After looking back and forth between Kim Eunkyung and me for a moment, Oh Sangmin spoke.

“I also enjoyed reading the Timeless script.”

“But SF fantasy in Korea?”

“I'm doubtful whether it can even be made.”

“I agree with him.”

“The story is interesting, but Korea still doesn't have the technology to create SF movies on its own, especially when it comes to CG.”

“No.”

“It isn't simply a problem with technology.”

“If we have enough money, we can use Hollywood's technology and personnel.”

“This is a matter of emotional acceptance.”

“I don't think Korean audiences are emotionally prepared to accept SF yet.”

The opposition was much stronger than I had expected.

“Of course, I know that making an SF movie in Korea won't be easy.”

“But if we don't even try because it's difficult, we'll only continue falling behind.”

“And both of you admitted that the script itself is good, didn't you?”

Kim Eunkyung, who had been quietly listening, spoke again.

“Gibak, how much do you estimate the production cost of Timeless will be?”

“If you're talking about the production cost, as I wrote in the proposal, around seven billion won in net production costs....”

“If you're saying this because you think the budget is too large, we can adjust it enough....”

“Wait a moment, Gibak.”

Kim Eunkyung stopped me.

“I'm not opposing it simply because it's an SF fantasy either.”

“Technology and emotional acceptance?”

“Of course, they're obstacles.”

“But there are pioneers everywhere in the world.”

“However, we aren't pioneers.”

“We are planners.”

“From a planner's perspective, my conclusion is that Timeless doesn't have enough merit compared to the other projects.”

I had no way to argue against that.

That was why I did my best to persuade her.

“If we adapt the script in a way that minimizes the SF elements, we can reduce the audience's resistance toward SF.”

“We can also definitely reduce the budget.”

“Scripts are going to be revised dozens of times during pre-production anyway.”

“So the story itself is definitely attractive enough to....”

“Gibak.”

Kim Eunkyung's voice was firm as she stopped me again.

“Of course, as you said, if we put in the time and effort to adapt it over and over, it might improve.”

“No, it definitely will improve.”

“But even so, there is no company willing to take on the risk of a project written by a new writer with no idea who the director will be.”

“I thought you, of all people, would understand this situation.”

“Am I wrong?”

Once again, I couldn't refute her words.

But I couldn't give up just like this.

“Give me some time.”

“Just a little time.”

“Then I'll somehow revise it into a script that you'll like.”

At my unexpected words, Oh Sangmin and Joo Hanyeong quickly exchanged glances, as if trying to understand what was happening.

Kim Eunkyung, whose face had remained almost expressionless throughout, narrowed her eyes for a moment.

Then her expression returned to normal.

“Don't tell me....”

“Are you challenging me right now?”

‘Huh?’

‘What is she talking about now....’

I had never imagined that Kim Eunkyung would see my actions as me challenging her.

“N-No, not at all.”

“Challenge you?”

“Absolutely not.”

“I was just....”

“That's enough.”

“I'm joking.”

Joking?

This was a joke?

With that expression on her face?

“Seeing how strongly you're pushing this, can I assume you've gotten some kind of strong intuition about it?”

“My intuition?”

I felt the heat rush to my face because of my embarrassment.

“CEO Han Taeseong thinks very highly of your intuition, Gibak.”

In fact, Kim Eunkyung had initially opposed CEO Han Taeseong when he wanted to put someone like her, who had no experience or qualifications in planning and had even dropped out of university, on the planning team.

But what Han Taeseong had told her about me was that I was someone with very good instincts.

“But after seeing the projects you chose last time, I started to think that perhaps he was really right.”

“Maybe you really are someone who was born with good instincts....”

‘Born with good instincts?’

The reason I had been able to confidently push forward with various things until now was because of the future information only I, a regressor, knew.

But Timeless was different.

No.

According to the information I knew about the future, Timeless wasn't a guaranteed success.

It was a script guaranteed to fail.

And yet, I was the one pushing that script forward.

So I absolutely shouldn't have been pushing it simply out of stubbornness.

But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to prove my choice and abilities as a planner.

“I don't neglect effort any more than I rely on intuition.”

“So I feel a little wronged being told that everything is simply because of my instincts.”

Even though my words might have sounded a little bold, Team Leader Kim Eunkyung only raised the corners of her lips slightly, as if she found them interesting.

“I like that too.”

“I'm also someone who wants to believe that effort never betrays you.”

“I'll give you some time.”

Kim Eunkyung told me to revise the script within one month, before the final pitch.

“Of course, just because you revise it doesn't mean we'll automatically submit it.”

“Just like now, we'll listen to the other team members' opinions.”

“If everyone else agrees, I'll additionally submit Timeless.”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.”

Thinking that I had overcome the first hurdle, I unknowingly let out a short sigh of relief.

Noticing me, Team Leader Kim Eunkyung gave me a strange smile.

“But....”

“Can you persuade the writer?”

My mind went blank again.


On my way home late at night, the elevator I had taken from the twelfth floor stopped at the ninth floor.

Soon, the doors opened, and Cha Seungjun and the new youngest member of the production department got on.

“Hey, Min Gibak!”

“Hello.”

For a moment, I couldn't remember the new production department member's name.

So I simply said, “Uh....” and let my voice trail off.

“Hyung, aren't you supposed to be doing location shoots in the provinces these days?”

“We're done with the provincial shoots.”

“We're starting set filming tomorrow.”

“By the way, every time I see you, your face looks....”

“Are you doing all the planning team's work by yourself?”

Cha Seungjun shook his head in disbelief.

“Is it really that hard?”

“No.”

“It's not hard.”

“But this....”

“Somehow, it feels familiar.”

“Don't you think so too?”

“I'm not sure....”

“I don't really know....”

At that moment, the youngest member of the production department narrowed his eyes and slowly looked me up and down.

Then he carefully opened his mouth.

“This face....”

“It's not just someone who looks tired.”

“This is the kind of appearance you only see when an intern has caused some serious trouble and is desperately trying to solve it alone, but can't actually fix anything.”

“And on top of that, all the stress keeps piling up until he's under enormous psychological pressure.”

‘What the hell is wrong with this guy....’

‘How did he know?’

The truth was that ever since that meeting, I had been staying awake at night because of regret and self-reproach.

I kept wondering whether it was even possible to revise the script within one month.

I didn't even know whether the writer would agree to revise it.

Had I caused a huge problem without having any real plan?

On top of that, whether things turned out well or badly, I had to meet the original writer, Jo Aram.

But all I had was her email address.

And even though I had sent her an email asking to meet three days ago, she still hadn't replied.

It was driving me crazy.

Feeling strangely guilty, I quickly changed the subject.

“Who caused any trouble....”

“Ahem....”

Just then, the elevator doors opened on the first floor.

We got off in the lobby and continued talking as we walked.

“Oh, by the way.”

“Can you go to Busan?”

“I don't think I'll be able to because of filming.”

Come to think of it, the Busan International Film Festival wasn't far away.

Not long ago, I had received a call from PD Jung Inbeom, whom I hadn't heard from in a long time.

He told me that Director Song Jaehyun's movie Home Sweet Home had been selected for the Asian Competition section of the Busan International Film Festival.

Director Song's movie had struggled for a long time because they couldn't secure money for post-production.

Eventually, Director Song and PD Jung had worked various manual labor jobs to earn enough money and barely managed to continue the post-production.

In fact, after hearing the rumors, Cha Seungjun, Moon Hyeonbin, and I had planned to collect some money ourselves and contribute it toward the post-production costs.

But Director Song had stubbornly refused.

“No.”

“If I accept this, I'll feel too ashamed.”

“Whether it turns out well or badly, I'll take care of it myself.”

After nearly a year, Director Song and PD Jung finally completed all the post-production.

They began submitting the movie to film festivals in Korea and abroad.

And now, it had proudly made it into the competition section of the Busan International Film Festival.

In the future I remembered from before my regression, Director Song's Home Sweet Home had succeeded at the box office, which was rare for an independent film.

However, its artistic quality had not received much attention.

But now, it had been selected for the Asian Competition section of the Busan International Film Festival.

It was clear that a positive change was taking place.

“Of course I should go.”

“It's Director Song's first movie to be screened at a film festival.”

“And since Director Park's Blue Sun, Red Moon has also been invited to the festival, I think the whole planning team will probably go down together.”

While we continued talking, we arrived at the outdoor parking lot.

Cha Seungjun and the youngest production department member said they had to drive directly to the set in Yangsuri.

“Want me to drop you off somewhere on the way?”

“No, it's fine.”

“The bus stop is right around the corner.”

“Drive safely.”

After saying goodbye, I headed toward the bus stop.

Then my phone rang.

It was an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Ah, hello.”

“Are you PD Min Gibak from the planning team at Big Picture?”

The voice on the other end of the phone was trembling with excitement.

“Yes.”

“This is Min Gibak.”

“Ah, I'm Jo Aram.”

“I only just checked your email.”

‘Jo Aram?’

‘The writer of Timeless.’

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