My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 1179 A lot of moviegoers, small crowd pilgrimage?
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"Mommy, is this the movie you star in?"

The little girl dressed as a nun has big eyes, fair skin, and the slightly drooping corners of her eyes. When she smiles, it seems that her eyes can speak. Of course, the most eye-catching thing is that rather exaggerated big mouth.

"Annie, I said you have to learn to be a lady."

A middle-aged Caucasian woman wearing black-rimmed glasses looked sternly at the girl in front of her. The latter stuck out her tongue awkwardly at her fair-skinned older brother, Jonathan, who was next to her, but found that her older brother was staring at the stage fascinated.

Showing a sweet smile to the blond little plum with a charming smile on the stage.

Seeing this, Annie shrugged her shoulders and leaned back on the chair without a gesture, but with a light cough from her mother, she had to sit up straight and maintain her ladylike image.

Not far away, a cute little loli with golden brown and long hair, red mouth, white teeth and slightly buck teeth frowned, chewing gum boredly, looked around with her head sideways, and then looked at the neatly dressed little suit next to her. Little brother couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"Hunter, you are just watching a movie, why be so nervous."

"S...S...Scarlett, you don't understand John Wu's place in my heart at all. I love his movies so much..."

Hunter refuted his sister like a little adult, well...it's just a pair of little lolita and Zhengtai.

"Hunter, I remember that I don't allow you to watch these videos privately, right?" Mrs. Melanie Sloan looked at her young son seriously.

As a producer working hard in New York, Melanie Sloan naturally watches a lot of videotapes, and she naturally likes John Wu's movies, but——the other's movies are often not suitable for children to watch. ...

Fortunately, the drama "Chinatown" has reached the PG level.Otherwise, the Lolita couple would not have been invited to the screening with their mother.

Of course, this is also one of the root causes of those New York independent filmmakers diss Wu Xiaozu like commercial compromise, an independent film that children can watch under the arrangement of adults, so how can it be considered an independent film? ? ?
If you don’t shoot content that is not allowed to be broadcast by theaters, are you ashamed to say that you are an independent film?

It's a disgrace to independent films.

The film screening hall is not too small, with about 500 seats. The first few rows are all invited media, film critics and colleagues, but most of them are media professionals from small and medium media. New York Times, "Los Angeles Times" newcomers.

This lineup is not the same as Wu Xiaozu's status in Asia. It can be said that it is very realistic in Hollywood. The lineup of media and film critics participating in the test screening is often directly proportional to the investment of the film.

Even Bowell Pictures would not rashly invest exaggeratedly in an independent film.

Those established journalists and leading writers should be in Hollywood for the premiere of Ambition by Fire right now!

After all, Universal is rich and powerful now, and Ron Howard is also a "community of destiny" that cooperates closely with Universal, and the cost of publicity invested may be several times that of "Chinatown"...

Which is more important, those media can carry clearly.

Besides... the money that Bowei gave was really too little... A little bit of petty profit was not enough to impress those people.

Being in the top of the entertainment industry in Hollywood, the income is no less than that of an ordinary actor.

Several representatives of Bowei Films and theaters sat among the audience. They would decide the 'score' of the movie based on the audience's reaction, and then report it to the company to decide how much to invest in the movie. cost.

Here, it's all about money.

After all, no one would pay attention to the so-called human feelings for the sake of tens of millions.That way you might lose your job.

Besides, we all know that the independent film industry is very chaotic...

Who knows if this lucky oriental director can really handle a new work well?
There are spectators looking for seats in the arena.

"Quentin, is this the new boss movie you're talking about? It doesn't look like there are many people... It won't be a bad movie, right?"

"Shet, shut up your crap. Believe in my appreciation of a movie and its basic principles, this movie has been made by my buddies... You know my bottom line, just like I have always insisted on It's the same as not using your left hand!"

Quentin led a few good friends into the cinema.

"Hey buddy, move in." Quentin patted a 'redneck' wearing a cowboy hat and squeezed past him.

"Don't point your ass in my face."

The young guy in a cowboy hat spoke in authentic Texas-style American English and said bluntly, "This makes me smell like the feces of the farm quarter horse."

"That horse must be very handsome. How is he doing?"

"It died last week."

"God bless, is it convenient to ask how it died?"

"The mouth is very smelly, so he was trampled to death by other horses in the stable." Robert Rodriguez raised his eyebrows.

Quentin pursed his lips, and he swore that if this wasn't a movie theater, he would have kicked the Texan's ass hard and stabbed it hard with his 'spurs' boots on the back.

for sure!
"What do you want to say?"

"No, thank you." Quentin looked at Kong Wu's powerful appearance and the bulging muscles of his arms, squeezed out a friendly smile, and turned his head away...

He's a ruffian, but not a fool.

If there was such a thing, he wouldn't have survived the streets...

"Blade face, you said you participated in this movie? Then you must know Wu?" Rodriguez elbowed Quentin.

"Of course My bro, I'm going to be involved in his next play soon." Quentin smiled triumphantly, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the spiked wheel on the heel of the other's boots, "Very good spurs."

"Of course, I'm from San Antonio." Rodriguez shrugged, taking it for granted.

Dog thorn!

Quentin was at a loss for words, and his eyes were rolling, what should he say to kill him.

In the back row of them, two curly-haired brothers who looked very similar sat next to each other.

Coen Brothers.

Out of "admiration" for Wu Xiaozu, they are in New York, and they are also the banner of the independent film circle. They also came to support, but they did not express their identities.

Other than that,

A fat man with an unshaven beard was holding popcorn and several "unknown version" videotapes of John Wu's other movies, sitting nervously on a chair.

"Dell, are you sure Wu will give you an autograph? Because of this preview, we delayed our flight back to Mexico..." The thin man next to him complained, "Damn it, you must be crazy."

"I'm not sure, but... how will you know if you don't try it." The fat Mexican named Del Toro swallowed, tightened the few videotapes, and then frantically stuffed popcorn to relieve the pressure.

Wu Xiaozu naturally doesn't know that he, the top director in Asia, is quite influential among dead houses, red-neck fake cowboys, street gangsters and strange coffee... His videos are very popular among these people.

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