"No, no, no, that won't do, JoBeth, this is simply Soviet Union-style Great Hall, not Chinese style," Adrian shook his head as he looked at the large cleared-out set within the studio, where three long red flags with five stars hung from the walls, while on another wall hung a giant portrait of Chairman Mao.
"I provided you with ample material, why did it turn out like this?" he questioned his prop master, "Don't tell me you didn't even look at that material closely."
"How could that be," JoBeth said with a touch of grievance, "I carefully analyzed those materials. If we arrange the setting according to them, it would make Forrest Gump's extraordinary performance look somewhat ridiculous, and you thought so too."
"You thought so too?" Adrian looked perplexed, "Did I really think that?"
