Chapter 441
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Charles, a film critic who happened to pass by, became interested in the fact that it was hard to get a ticket at Sunshine Cinema.
He bought a scalper ticket from an old Chinese lady at a high price of 10 US dollars and followed a group of yellow-skinned Chinese people into the crowded movie theater.
After the movie was played, the big screen flashed, and Charles's eyes never moved away.
Even if the surrounding kids and mothers said they wanted to go pee, even if the cinema was a flat screen, even if there were two people in love hugging each other in front of them, it didn't matter.
Charles was completely immersed in the director's shooting technique, the narrative of the story, and the male lead of the drama.
This was a film that had its highlights. Among the mess of independent films, it could be considered as a crane among a flock of chickens.
Charles ran along the streets of New York at night, ignoring the strange looks from the people around him. He wanted to express his feelings in a brilliant review.
The editor of the special column of the New York Times received an emotional review from Charles a minute before the final draft. It was an independent indie film with a small audience.
The article was short, so he added a paragraph to the special column to enrich the content of the newspaper.
Finally, on the fourth day of the film's release, 107 cinemas across the United States started to release the film. Finally, a review about "Elephant" appeared in the special column of the New York Times.
"Charles, a famous film critic, has his opinion on" Elephant ": If it weren't for the leading actor and the final climax, ordinary people would have fallen asleep in the cinema. The director's shooting techniques and narrative are quite novel and moving..."
For an artistic film, this was a direct like comment. Vivian, who had been paying close attention to the film, immediately sent the comment along with the statistics of the "Elephant" box office to OMG.
"I'm getting more and more interested in this film. I'm glad to see that it's being shown in our city."
"Qin Guan looks like a celestial being in NYLON. The big screen can't lie. I'm going to test his hard currency."
A strange phenomenon was taking place in cinemas all over North America. Usually, a film's first-day sales were the highest. However, "Elephant" was the perfect example of a reversal.
The number of cinemas had increased from two to 107. The box office on the second and third day had increased tenfold.
...
The strange scene continued to unfold in a stranger way.
Han Zhujiu and a group of brothers were sitting in the front row of the cinema. This place was basically reserved by the people of Chinatown. As the savior of his family, he had to contribute his strength.
But what the hell is going on in this movie? There's no beginning or end to the killing …
"Motherf * cker, you little bastards, stop sleeping …"
"Is it over? Boss? "
"What a shame! How can I take you out in the future? It's an insult to art. Do you understand art? "
An elegant old couple had just come out of another hall. They were talking about the movie they had just watched when they saw the Chinese people leaving the cinema solemnly. They stood in a straight line.
"Chinese have a long and profound history. This cinema has become a special place for Asians."
"Sigh, yeah, the education of our American children is worrying. Look at them, even the gangsters watch indie films …"
Somehow, the Chinese living in Chinatown had an aura of admiration. It was an aura of art. If you hadn't seen the indie film "Elephant", you would have been too embarrassed to greet others.
The North American box office rankings were finally published in all the major entertainment newspapers in the US. "Elephant" was ranked 10th on the list of indie films, showing its face in front of all the American audiences.
The total box office for the weekend was $270,000, ranking 10th on the weekly box office ranking of North American indie films.
In Cannes, France, when Gus received a call from the distributor of the film, he thought that he had Alzheimer's disease, which was called auditory hallucination.
He had spent all his money on the independent film, so he had just put an end to his dream of becoming a director. What was going on?
On the basis of zero publicity expenses, he had already recovered all the investment costs.
Fifty percent of the box office for the next week would go to his pocket. According to the feedback, the box office was still growing.
Gus's lips were trembling slightly. The distributor had told him about the Asian audience, which was the reason for the reversal of the film.
He looked at the application form for Best Actor and laughed happily. His film was excellent, and he had passed the test of ordinary audiences. What he wanted in his life was nothing more than recognition. Director Gus let go of his previous obsession with Cannes.
It doesn't matter whether I win the award or not. I have to keep on making films. I have good inspiration and good ideas, even if I have to be an independent filmmaker.
The marketing assistant found that Director Gus seemed to have put down all his burdens and swept away all the pressure and haze. It was really good to have such a mentality.
Qu had just had a half-hour video call with the elegant old Italian man. From that day on, an Asian male model would be one of the three regular models for Armani's haute couture department.
Haute couture was not something that could be represented by a famous brand. People in the fashion circle would not buy it if they claimed to be haute couture couture.
First, the haute couture department would have to consider the popularity of the designer, the number of master craftsmen in the department, and the standard of the spokesperson, the runway show and the regular models.
Even a billionaire wouldn't be willing to wear the same clothes as a C-list celebrity, right?
The forward-looking Italian man had taken advantage of the influence of "Elephant" to make a decision on Qin Guan at the shareholders meeting.
Qu let out a long sigh of relief. Qin Guan had stepped onto the path of top fashion. Whether he could stand firm or not depended on his ability.
PS: Did you have any leftovers from yesterday? Give me some chicken bones or fish bones. Feed the cats O (∩ _ ∩) O...
There is a new feeding spot at the corner of the building. I have been waiting there for many days, but no cats have come. I guess the food is too bad.
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