Director’s Legend

In fact, after the scolding, Shao Shuaijun also regretted it. After all, it is one of the highest awards for Chinese-language films. He can have grievances, but he shouldn't curse. Besides, it was his refusal first. Sometimes Shao Shuaijun himself would ask himself, what happened in the past six months? The humble self he used to be has disappeared, and now he acts impulsively and recklessly.

In the crew, he became increasingly intolerant of different voices. Because of his different opinions on the plot, he even had several arguments with assistant director Josh McGlaren, and then he completely followed his wishes.

"How could this happen? Am I really crazy now? Am I really impetuous!"

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Li Xiuxiu tried hard to talk to him, but he only responded with "um" and "ah" without much energy.

From the very beginning of the movie, the noise in the cinema has never stopped, including the sounds of eating snacks, whispers, the sound of sex, and occasionally one or two "cool" and "wow" sounds. But there were more curses like "**", "What does this mean?" and "Inexplicable".

The mx shots that Shao Shuaijun had high hopes for did not have much effect in ordinary theaters. The audience was only interested in the fighting. But no one paid attention to what Shao Shuaijun tried hard to say, procedural justice and moral justice.

"It's a great fight, but Jim, do you understand what this movie is saying? Is this Thomas a fool? Or is the director a fool?" an audience member sitting in the back row asked doubtfully.

"Oh, really, I fell asleep just now." The man named Jim just woke up.

The sound was particularly harsh in Shao Shuaijun's ears.

Li Xiuxiu carefully looked at Shao Shuaijun's face. Under the dim light of the big screen, it looked particularly pale. Leaning on the seat, I don't know whether I was looking at the screen intently or distractedly, sweat slowly sliding down my temples.

"Ajun, do you want to go out and get some fresh air first?" Li Xiuxiu took out a tissue and wiped Shao Shuaijun's sweat.

"Let's finish reading."

When the movie ended, the audience dispersed one by one amid curses and curses.

There were only a few couples who were kissing passionately, still kissing obliviously.

Shao Shuaijun and Li Xiuxiu sat quietly.

When the last subtitle on the big screen rose, it suddenly went out.

"Let's go." Shao Shuaijun wanted to say these two words easily, but when the words came to his mouth, they sounded hoarse as if two wooden boards were rubbing against each other.

On the streets at night, the hot temperature has not dissipated. There are many pedestrians wearing short-sleeved T-shirts and strolling on the streets. Shao Shuaijun didn't know what he was feeling now. He has fallen into an empty state since the movie was completed. The audience's reaction to tonight's movie was the same as everyone's reaction at the internal premiere a few days ago.

He really wanted to regard this reaction as someone else's fault with him. Unfortunately, these ordinary viewers didn't know him. They just came to enjoy a commercial blockbuster that was claimed to be the first to be shot using MX. The result was a disappointment, and the film left no room for applause or praise.

Those who saw it left one or two curse words and then left in a hurry.

"Sister Xiuxiu, aren't Dream Chasers planning to issue additional shares? I feel like trouble is coming. You should go back to the company and take charge." Shao Shuaijun said in a hoarse voice.

Li Xiuxiu gently held Shao Shuaijun's arm: "No, I will accompany you."

"It's okay. You can go back. I want to go to the cinema to watch it again."[

"I'll accompany you." Li Xiuxiu insisted.

Shao Shuaijun raised his head and looked at the sky. He felt heat coming out of his eyes, and then he was forced back.

"Okay." (To be continued.)