American Fame and Fortune Chapter 754

Chapter 754 Everyone is schizophrenic

 Night club, VIP box on the second floor.

  Amidst the soothing music, four girls with different hair colors and skin colors shook their long hair to help tonight's four high-rollers wash their faces.

 Martin closed his eyes and felt the real touch.

Nolan next to her specially chose a black girl, the kind whose skin is so dark that it shines under the light.

Leonardo and Nicholson leaned back in their chairs, as if they were in a trance.

The music stopped and washing my face stopped.

 Martin took out a pile of cash and put it on the table: "Go on."

 Looking at the thickness of the cash, a girl turned on the music and started a new round of face washing.

 Half an hour later, the four refreshed people came down from upstairs and got into a business car one after another.

 Bruce is already sitting in the driver's seat.

 Martin pushed it to him: "Take it."

Nolan couldn't help laughing and said: "Jack, pick it up quickly!"

Martin, the sand sculpture, casually picked up a fist-sized stone sculpture that Lily left in the car. He squeezed it hard with his hand, and the stone clattered under Nicholson's feet.

Tonight, "Jack the Giant Catcher" will officially begin its North American release journey.

Nicholson was not polite to Martin. He looked at it carefully under the light and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Tch, I'm afraid of you." Nicholson picked it up, threw it back to Martin, and then asked for it: "This thing is good, Lily carved it?"

At this time, the lights were bright. Looking down from the second floor, there were posters of the male protagonist fighting the giant on the walls on both sides of the theater.

The movie was about to start, and the experienced Nicholson asked the box attendant for a blanket and moved the back of the seat back to make sleeping more comfortable.

 Martin asked: "Are you ready to go to bed before the movie starts?"

Martin opened the car refrigerator and took a bottle of water for each person: "I heard that death row prisoners are given a better meal before they go to the electric chair."

To be precise, Nolan asked Martin to come out to watch the film's advance screening, and then Martin called Leonardo and Nicholson.

Nicholson said: "After hearing what you said about Jon Berg's genius creativity, I have given up any hope for this movie. I will watch the beginning and then have a good sleep. Jennifer is going to my place tonight." overnight."

Leonardo nudged him: "Jack, do you want to go in and let them pick up soap for you?"

The car drove into the underground parking lot of Century City Plaza. The five slightly disguised people went upstairs together and entered the VIP box of a movie theater.

 Nolan fastened his seat belt and said: "I feel bad about the thought of having to contribute to the box office for that **** Jon Berg."

 The private room on the second floor is still spacious after seating five people.

　　The four people from Martin came to watch the early stage.

Nicholson nodded: "Brothers like Harvey and Affleck, if they can really be sentenced to death, the death penalty is not as good as picking up soap."

Leonardo reminded: "What you said is not politically correct enough. We are opposed to the death penalty externally."

Martin said: "Go to the theater and watch the midnight show."

Jon Berg's arrogance completely annoyed Nolan. The great British director, like Martin, also wanted to see the failure of films completed with genius production methods.

Leonardo followed suit and called the box attendant: "Four more blankets."

Martin said: "I bought a VIP ticket at a high price just to sleep."

The waiter brought four more blankets, and all four of them put the blankets on their legs. When they felt sleepy, they could pull them up and fall asleep.

The lights went out and the Warner Bros. title came on on the big screen.

 Then poor boy Jack embarked on the path of counterattacking Princess Bai Fumei.

The film has beautiful shots and exquisite special effects, but the male protagonist Jack looks like a psycho.

A few minutes ago, the camera looked serious, dark and deep. When the scene switched, it changed to a pooping and **** joke. Not long after, it changed to a British medieval Shakespeare affectionate man, and then a righteous one looked like the Virgin Mary. But in the blink of an eye, It has become both good and evil.

 It's like different souls are controlling the body of the male protagonist Jack.

In just over twenty minutes, not only the male protagonist Jack, but also the other main characters, it feels like their personalities have changed and changed, and the range of their jumps is like the range between "Scream" and "Scream" Rocking back and forth.

 The main character in the film is schizophrenic.

The snoring started. Nicholson put on earplugs, covered himself with a blanket, and slept soundly, even snoring.

Leonardo said at this time: "Take out the male protagonist alone and edit it into a pure one-man show. It's like there are six personalities. All of them can win the Oscar for Best Actor."

Nolan asked Martin: "How many versions of Jon Berg's final cut were assembled?"

 Martin knew enough about this through Louise's channel: "It seems like six versions."

"That's right." Nolan nodded slightly and roughly said: "You see, although the background colors of the film are unified, the character personalities and editing styles are not exactly the same. Based on my experience, there are six Different styles.”

  Martin praised: "It is indeed a genius final editing method."

Leonardo said: "If this film is successful, I will twist off Jack's head and send it to Jon Berg!"

Nicholson sat up suddenly: "Who wants to twist my head?" He looked at Leonardo: "It sounds like your voice."

 Leonardo pointed to the leading actor on the big screen: "This is Jack."

 Nicholson lay back down and continued to sleep.

 Martin and Leonardo were really bored, so they simply took popcorn and Coke and ate while watching. In contrast, Nolan, the director, takes it most seriously.

Such a bad movie is also useful for the director. Nolan analyzes the bad things in it to avoid making the same mistakes himself.

 But after watching for a while, Nolan also took a bucket of popcorn and started eating it.

 Because this film is full of low-level errors.

　　Starting from the middle of the film, in order to list some scenes, not only did the male protagonist suffer from schizophrenia, but he also suffered from a serious lack of presence and an incoherent plot.

The problem is that this film is not a duel between two heroes like Batman and the Joker, but purely uses Farmer Jack as the absolute protagonist.

In addition, the scale of the film also fluctuates between high and low. Some shots are suitable for adults to watch, while others are too childish.

As an experienced director, it is not difficult for Nolan to understand the crux of the matter.

 In order to pile up those gorgeous shots and clips, the main line of the film had to make some sacrifices.

Nolan leaned back in his chair and no longer concentrated on watching the movie. For him, he didn't even bother to summarize the failure experience of this movie.

 Because the mistakes made were too low-level.

No wonder Martin always calls the new management of Warner Bros. the Warner Team.

Perhaps only people high in the sky can edit such a masterpiece, right?

 As time passed, Martin took out his phone and started scrolling through Twitter.

Originally, I wanted to find the advance box office data for "Jack the Giant Catcher". With the high efficiency of automated statistics across the entire network, it should be available by now.

As a result, the box office data was not found, but I found that Twitter was full of people complaining about the movie.

“What kind of movie is this? A protagonist with at least three personalities. Is he schizophrenic, or am I schizophrenic?”

“Not only the character, but other characters are also schizophrenic, so it's definitely not the audience who is schizophrenic!”

“No, what is the style of this film? Sometimes it's dark and deep, sometimes it's funny, and sometimes it's Shakespeare's soulful style. It's so chaotic!”

“Why did the male protagonist become a passerby in the back? Isn't he a giant catcher? How come the confrontation with the giant depends on luck?”

“I escaped from home at night and came out to watch the show early. As expected, lying is worthy of watching a bad movie!”

“Brothers, wouldn't it be nice to save the $8 in your pocket and buy a hot dog to heat up your coffee? Don't watch this super bad movie!”

 “Ten-year-olds don't even watch it!”

Such a genius production, but movie fans can't stand it. Perhaps in the words of some high-end figures, the level of artistic appreciation of movie fans is not enough.

 Martin said: "Jack, can I tweet you?"

Nicholson didn't open his eyes or open his mouth, he just nodded slightly.

Martin took a photo of Nicholson sleeping soundly, and then took a photo of himself and Leonardo's legs covered with blankets. He found an electronic poster for "Jack the Giant Slayer" that Warner Bros. used for publicity, and posted the three pictures. A tweet.

“In the cinema, Jack was hypnotized in a strange way by Boredom, and we almost fell asleep.”

Within minutes of sending out the tweet, it was forwarded by the official Twitter accounts of major entertainment media.

 Soon, there were thousands of comments under Martin's tweet.

 “Because I was too bored, I decided to go home and sleep.”

 “You didn't even quit midway. You guys have great endurance.”

“This movie is so bad that it puts Jack to sleep, and no one else can.”

 “Go home, Martin, doesn't Elizabeth look good? She's suffering here.”

 Martin turned off his phone, looked at Nolan and Leonardo, and asked, "Shall we get out of the way?"

Nolan nodded: "Let's go, this genius new production model has no merit."

 Leonardo pushed Nicholson directly: "Let's go."

Nicholson stood up and stretched his neck: "The refreshment brought by washing my face is all gone."

Martin said: "Night Club, let's start the second round."

The group of people left the theater early and left the cinema.

 Late at night, Warner Building.

 The office of the president of Warner Pictures, as well as the offices of the surrounding assistant presidents, are still brightly lit.

 Jon Berg was restless, pacing back and forth in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

 Tonight's early screening of "Jack the Giant Catcher" is now more than halfway through. There have been many negative reviews on the Internet, but he always believes that the film he edited based on the opinions of many experts will definitely have a market.

There was a knock on the office door, and McDonald came in from the outside: "President, the statistics are out."

Jon Berg looked like a gambler waiting for his hole cards to be revealed. He stared and asked, "How much?"

 “$1.47 million.” McDonald quoted the figure.

 Jon Berg took two steps back and sat on the sofa. The price was much lower than the worst-case scenario of $3 million.

 (End of this chapter)

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