Chapter 487 The most deadly thing in history
Coming out of the Metropolitan Theater, Ted felt that he still had something to say. When was the last time he saw such an exciting action movie?
He thought about it for a moment, and then he remembered that it was still Martin's "Wanted"!
The whole movie doesn't give the villain a chance to be nagging at all. He can be killed on horseback without any fuss!
Just like Martin's action scenes, it's clean and neat, going straight to the point without any sloppiness!
Makara next to her looked infatuated: "Martin is so handsome. He will be my male idol from now on!"
This cool movie completely conquered her.
Ted nodded repeatedly: "This is the benchmark for action movies, with punches to the flesh, deadly moves, and headshots with guns!"
Those action movies with a lot of tricks, do you have the nerve to set the protagonist as a killer or an agent?
What are the basic criteria for a qualified killer or agent? No nonsense!
In the car leaving Lincoln Center for the Arts, Makara took out her iPhone and checked the latest news about "John Wick" online. By the way, she gave the film a 9 on IMDB.
Martin is worth this score just for being so cool.
On the night of the premiere, IMDB's “John Wick” section was wiped out by the praise of fans.
“Martin is the only one in Hollywood who can be so cool!”
“Watching Martin shoot and kill Russian spies in real life, kicking people in the crotch, locking throats, inserting eyes, and shooting heads with Coke bottles, and then watch it in the movie, it's exactly the same coolness!
“Martin's skills are really strong, especially the protagonist Jonathan. It's better to say that Martin himself gave Jonathan strength. With his beautiful skills paired with a crisp suit, Martin made people see the Coke God of War on the Santa Monica Pier! In addition, When the hero Jonathan blew the head of a Russian gang leader with a bottle of Coke, everyone in the theater smiled knowingly. "
"It exploded. I exploded on the spot. The power of a nuclear explosion cannot compare to Martin's charm in this film!"
By the time Martin returned to the Hilton Hotel where he was staying, a piece of news became a hot topic on the Internet.
“The most deadly thing in history, killing Jonathan's dog!”
Topics that evolved from this also began to emerge.
“There's one thing you shouldn't mess with in Hollywood, and that's Martin's dog!”
The creativity of movie fans is endless, and it doesn't take long for others to follow.
“The three biggest untouchables in the film industry are Jason Statham's package, Liam Neeson's daughter, and Martin Davis' dog!”
There is no doubt that the crew and Warner Bros. are fanning the flames behind the scenes, and the post-screening promotion is in full swing.
In the luxurious suite of the Hilton Hotel, Martin was about to go to the room Taylor mentioned when someone knocked on the door.
Bruce looked at the cat's eye and said, "Taylor Swift."
Martin nodded: "Let her in."
Taylor carried the guitar case into Martin's room.
Bruce nodded at her and left on his own initiative.
Taylor locked the door of the room with his backhand and asked, "I'm waiting for you, why don't you come over?"
Martin said: "I just came back. I always need to take a shower and change clothes."
Taylor sat down on the armrest of the sofa, opened the guitar case, took out the acoustic guitar, and said, "Which song do you want to listen to first?"
Martin leaned against a pillar, looked at her carefully, and asked: "How many songs have you written for me?"
“To be exact, there are two songs. One was written recently after the last burst of inspiration in Los Angeles.” Taylor's eyes are particularly seductive as they move, obviously specially designed and trained, as if to say, come here quickly.
She smiled and said: "The other song only has a few syllables. I only wrote simple tones and interjections. Because I ran out of inspiration, I never wrote the follow-up."
Does Martin think these interjections are serious? It can't be God or something, right?
Taylor seemed helpless and helpless: "Lack of creative inspiration is too fatal for a singer-songwriter like me, so I need you to inject inspiration into me to complete the second song."
Martin said: "Sing the first song first. Only when I have a feeling can I help you inject inspiration."
"You want to feel it?" Taylor was surprised at first, then his eyes flickered and he said, "I understand!"
Martin didn't know what she understood.
Just then Taylor stood up, put down his acoustic guitar, took off his coat, and in less than half a minute, he transformed into a newborn.
Taylor sat on the sofa opposite Martin, played the acoustic guitar, and said: "You should be with me, dedicated to my Martin."
As she spoke, she changed her legs and sang a typical country-pop style song.
"You're on the phone with your girlfriend, and she's upset and hanging on to what you're saying... She's wearing a skirt and I'm wearing a T-shirt; she's a cheerleader and I'm standing in the bleachers... You should be with I'm together!"
Just like performing on the stage, when Taylor sings, her two long legs frequently separate and change the position of overlapping each other.
Martin listened to the song and admired the scenery, and soon got a feeling.
When Taylor finished singing the song, he asked, "Do I sound like a scumbag?"
Taylor laughed crisply: "Isn't it?"
Martin didn't mean to defend himself at all, saying: "It's a very good song, I feel like it could be on the Billboard."
Taylor, however, held on to the topic just now: "You don't want to be a scumbag, is there a good way?"
She put down her acoustic guitar, walked over and hung up Martin's neck: "How about breaking up with Elizabeth Olsen? Be my boyfriend."
Martin separated her hand, took two steps back, and said, "Taylor, we agreed that it would only inspire creative inspiration, nothing else."
After a little provocation, Taylor backed away and said, "Help me promote this song." "No problem." Martin was very particular about this, and he said the same thing: "This is a song I actively invited you to write."
Taylor walked to the stereo, found a dance music CD, put it in and turned on the music: "I have been practicing dancing in the past six months to prepare for the concert. See how I dance."
During the dance music, Taylor, who was not wearing dance clothes, twisted her body.
Not long after, the music stopped, and Taylor sang a song that was composed of interjections and phrases like God and Fake, but the same few phrases kept coming back and forth, and it was obvious that he was running out of creative inspiration.
Martin's joy in human beings inspired Taylor's creative inspiration again and again this night, finally giving her new words besides simple lyrics.
But if you want to really complete this song, it's impossible to complete it in one night or even two nights or three nights.
The next morning, the exhausted Taylor was sent back to her room by Martin to catch up on her sleep. Martin went out early to attend an NBC program recording with the crew and creative staff to further promote the movie.
John Wick has already premiered, and Rotten Tomatoes took the lead in lifting the ban. The website has collected nearly 80 professional film reviews, with a freshness rating of 89%. For an R-rated action movie, the film reviews are overwhelmingly positive.
Most of the positive reviews focused on Martin's performance and the coherent and brilliant action scenes. The negative reviews were mostly on the literary drama and themes. For example, the literary drama was weak and the theme had no depth.
For commercial action movies, no one cares about such negative reviews.
On IMDB, because of Martin's relationship, the banned score is as high as 8.9.
Fans of Martin, as well as fans of action movies, almost blew this movie away.
The average premiere audience score collected by CinemaScore is A!
Although it is not as good as the Dark Knight, it is still a first-class standard.
Among commercial movies, there are not many that have better reviews than The Dark Knight.
There are certainly voices of criticism. For example, the film critic Richard Brody of The New Yorker gave both "John Wick" and Martin a one-star rating out of a total of five stars in his column.
The comments are not polite at all.
"Martin Davis, who just won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor, is really disappointing. The new film has no artistic pursuit at all. There is no content except fighting and killing. It is empty and gray. His stardom is just that."
But correspondingly, the midnight show of "John Wick" was full!
Chad's first independently directed film was released. Even though he knew it was getting a huge buzz and the market prospects were promising, he was still nervous and couldn't sit still.
In the dark night, he went to an inconspicuous small theater nearby alone, bought a ticket and entered the theater showing "John Wick" at midnight.
Standing in the back row, Chad looked over at a glance and saw that they were all densely packed with people.
Full packed!
Chad was like an ordinary spectator, sitting in the last row and quietly watching the movie with the fans.
Only in this way can he feel at ease.
The word-of-mouth in reports and on the Internet is not as reliable as seeing it with one's own eyes.
The screening hall had been very quiet. By the end of the film, Chad didn't even see anyone going out to use the bathroom.
There is no peeing spot!
When Martin blew off a villain's head with a Coke bottle, the theater seemed to have thrown an O'Neal into a calm lake, and the water exploded with a bang.
The audience cheered wildly, and hundreds of people shouted together: "Coke God of War! Coke God of War!"
Similarly, when the film ended, the atmosphere exploded again, and there were constant cheers.
I don't know where the first applause broke out, and the whole auditorium erupted in premiere-like applause, which lasted for a long time.
At this moment, Chad's mind was blank and he seemed to have no idea what was going on, but he was sure that he and the entire creative team had created something very cool!
The audience loves it, nothing is more important than that.
After the movie ended, Chad sat alone in the corner of the screening room until everyone left, then he got up and slowly walked out.
Taking out the iPhone given by Martin, he excitedly called everyone in the team: "Man, we succeeded in riding the horse!"
Meine, who was practicing verbal persuasion on Celine Dion, said after receiving the call: "Isn't it normal to succeed with Martin?"
Chad stood on the side of the road, holding on to a light pole, laughing. The pressure was released so happily that he could hardly stand upright.
He called Martin again, who picked up the phone and asked, "Chad?"
Chad heard the violent breathing and said quickly: "It's okay."
Just after hanging up the phone, Chad found a clown in front of him, wearing a black suit similar to Jonathan's. He thought he was here to ask for an autograph, so he subconsciously took out a pen.
“Don't move!” The clown took his hand out of his pocket and showed a small revolver: “Give me your cell phone.”
Chad obediently handed over the phone.
The clown successfully robbed Huhu and ran away.
(End of this chapter)
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