Disaster Artist

"Blue Whale Films", the lights evolved from dots to curtains, slowly opened, and the iconic title title of Blue Whale Films appeared and then disappeared.

The movie, without warning, begins—

There is no director. Not starring. There are no producers. There is not even a transition, no waiting, no prelude, and the title ends and it gets to the point.

A piece of blue sky, cloudless, the golden sun shines down without any hindrance, the clear and magnificent blue is like a lake.

Swish, Swish, Swish... The sound of a radio broadcast came from my ear.

"...Today's Lanchuan, the sun is still scorching, the temperature in the urban area is 29 degrees Celsius, and it will drop to 24 degrees Celsius at night..."

The camera moved down slowly, and then the scene most familiar to the Lanchuan audience slowly appeared. On the viaduct, the crowded traffic, loud horns and hot air were enough to suffocate the morning rush hour traffic jam.

Different music, different radio stations, and different dialogues are surging in different cars. With the movement of the camera from left to right, it slowly unfolds like a scroll. It doesn't take much to be smart to see that this is a viaduct.

However, that's not all—

Some people are nodding, some are jumping their fingers, some are shaking their heads, the rhythm hidden in the camera follows the moving rhythm of the picture, and the whole world flows together.

Gurgling, trickling.

Da, da, da da!

Crack, crack, crack!

The piano sound of black and white keys jumps lightly at the fingertips, and the drum beats pass through it. The noise, heat, and restlessness all evolve into melody accompaniment, even the movement of the camera is no exception.

The melody, played—

A long-haired woman appeared on the screen, not Aiya, nor any familiar actor. Just when the audience thought it was another extra, the long-haired woman began to sing.

"Ba, ba, ba, ba..."

There is no time to think, even no time to take a breath, I have already been involved in the picture, feel the gradually turbulent stream, and blend into it.

"Recalling that day, at the west station in Nanxiang, I said goodbye to him. We were only seventeen years old. He was gentle and sincere, but I knew I had to leave."

The long-haired woman unbuttoned her seat belt with a smile on her face, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Because I know very well that on a Sunday night in summer, we curl up on the sofa, the theater lights slowly dim, and the colorful world created by music and cameras calls me to step into the screen and walk through every scene."

Tiptoe, spin, dance.

The camera zoomed out slightly, watching the long-haired woman standing in the middle of the viaduct road and singing loudly, as if this was her stage, and the falling sunlight was the spotlight.

Snapped!

The passenger seat of the car next to him opened the door, and a bearded man stepped down, singing along with him, but the problem was that it was also a strange face, a strange face without any memory in his mind.

So, does that start the movie?

"Without a penny, I hopped on a coach and just made my debut, whether it's brave or crazy, we'll see."

One, another, and another.

Accompanied by singing and dancing, in the rush-hour traffic on the viaduct, one after another people left the car, and one invited another to leave the car, and joined the carnival one after another.

The camera moves freely among the characters, full colors such as bright yellow, light green, dark blue, deep indigo, bright purple, pink, red, etc. fill the sight under the golden sunlight, and the light and cheerful jazz makes the picture dance to the fullest.

"Maybe in that quiet town, one day he will sit in the theater with the lights off, see me on the screen, and think of our acquaintance."

A 180-degree circle, the sky is spinning, and a vast and vast picture is presented in front of the eyes. At the end of the line of sight is the skyline of Lanchuan, and the colors extend along the winding viaduct all the way to the far end.

However, right in front of our eyes, the figures have already escaped from the carriage, getting ready, jumping, twirling, and flying their skirts along with the music.

The melody gradually rises, enters the chorus, and a collective chorus.

"Climb up the mountain, I want to touch the sky, chase the stars, when reality knocks you down, stand up again; the morning comes on time again, and it's another sunny day."

Spin, jump, walk through.

The camera dances from vehicle to vehicle, passing smiling faces and dancing figures one by one, following their footsteps, flying and flipping together.

In sight, everyone dancing—

in your own way.

Maybe it's just an awkward twist, maybe it's a graceful dance, but it doesn't matter, just dance to the melody and follow the camera.

Go forward, turn around, walk through, look back.

Then, a curly-haired man in a shirt and tie appeared, striding toward the camera confidently.

"The never-ending melody in the canyon, the old ballad in the bar, they said, 'You want more', so I knocked on every door..."

The curly-haired man crossed the traffic, crossed the low wall separating the east and west roads in different directions, entered another area, and pulled the camera to follow him.

Lyrics are the best description.

He needs more.

So, he knocked on the roof, opened the door, and knocked on the windows to invite friends.

People emerged one after another, filling the lens again in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a figure stopped the camera's progress and became the third party between the camera and the curly-haired man, pushing the camera back again and again with a smile on his face.

She, a girl with a sweet smile, joins the curly-haired man breaking into the camera.

"Even if I'm rejected, even if I'm poor, all I need is a microphone and a light."

"One day in the future, when I sing, a kid from a small town will also sing softly. This is the strength for him to keep going and chasing his dreams."

High fives, loud shouts, more and more followed to join the carnival—

The camera, rising and flying, the curly-haired man and the smiling girl merged into the bustling crowd, and the line of sight became vast again, and then you could see the vast ocean behind the viaduct, with sparkling waves surging.

People stood on the front cover of the car one after another, taking this place as their own stage, singing and dancing, enjoying it wantonly, wandering in the endless sunshine.

"Climb up the mountain, I want to touch the sky, chase the stars, when reality knocks you down, stand up again; the morning comes on time again, and it's another sunny day."

tread! Tread Tread!

The sound of footsteps stepping on the front cover of the bicycle perfectly matched the drumbeat, and the momentum rose steadily, hitting the eardrum hard like thunder.

A ninety-degree rotation, followed by a red-haired man running wildly; another ninety-degree rotation, passing two figures who were dancing together, and saw the curly-haired man standing behind a royal blue truck again.

"Another sunny day!"

Accompanied by the singing, the curly-haired man smiled wickedly, grabbed the door handle of the truck, and pulled it up—

boom!

Timpani! Drum! flute! Cello! small!

Carnival, start!

Da da da! Da da da!

Everyone, like a rock concert, gathered at the door of the truck, raising their arms, shouting, jumping ecstasy, and their smiles blooming in the rolling heat waves and golden sunshine.

Involuntarily and uncontrollably, the blood boiled together.