Disaster Artist

Thursday, January 4th.

In a blink of an eye, the new year is about to pass for a week. After the short holiday, the busy work continues, and the passage of time becomes difficult to capture. It seems that the memory of the New Year's Eve is just last night.

Yan Huaishu had just finished work, and only after hastily eating dinner did he notice that it was already ten o'clock, and his body felt only seven o'clock, and how those three hours disappeared, his brain had no memory at all.

tired.

Yan Huaishu only felt that the muscles in her shoulders were extremely stiff. She raised her hand and kneaded it, as if her fingertips were pinching a stone. She frowned slightly, turned her head, and inadvertently saw the The light and shadow, the line of sight involuntarily follows the gorgeous colors.

It turned out to be the "City of Falling Stars"!

It was only then that I noticed that there was a Qingshan Cinema opposite the intersection, and the electronic screen at the entrance was scrolling the trailer of "City of Falling Stars".

This should be the second version of the trailer, a pure song and dance performance, the smooth camera scheduling and dazzling editing are really hype, colorful and gorgeous. In joy.

After a short pause in his footsteps, he missed the green light. Just in time for the red light, Yan Huaishu stared at the screen quietly admiring it.

A red light, a green light, and another red light.

Yan Huaishu himself didn't notice it, and actually stood at the intersection and looked at it for a long, long time, those bright memories flooded back into his mind.

Even passers-by who came and went noticed Yan Huaishu's abnormality, and some people stopped and followed Yan Huaishu to look up.

When Yan Huaishu came to his senses, more than a dozen people gathered beside the traffic light at the intersection and raised their heads in unison, like performance art.

Among the noise of the engines coming and going, one can catch the rustling of discussions, while whispering to one another, the tired expressions brighten up a little. Standing at the bustling crossroads, one can briefly feel that souls are communicating with each other. temperature, but was caught in the torrent in a blink of an eye.

Yan Huaishu was a little dumbfounded, and finally waited for a green light again, and hurried past, thinking that he should go to the parking lot to pick up the car and then go home and have a glass of red wine and need a good night's sleep, but the footsteps seemed to have their own consciousness , When she realized it, she was already standing in front of the ticket window of Qingshan Cinema.

Think about it—

"A 'City of Falling Stars'."

Yan Huaishu still spoke, thinking to herself, the last time I watched it in the dome theater was free, she should also contribute a movie ticket.

Maybe because of the working day, there were still some tickets left when I bought tickets on the spot. Yan Huaishu didn't think too much about it. She was glad that she didn't hit the wall on a whim, but she didn't know how the movie's box office was. Anyway, she never cared about it. After all, the movie It's a very personal thing.

Then-

Yan Huaishu's footsteps stopped slightly at the entrance of the projection hall, and she even stepped back, turning her head to look at the screen at the entrance of the projection hall.

"22:15, 'City of Falling Stars'..."

She was sure that she did not go to the wrong screening room.

Footsteps, but stayed in place, did not move.

She wondered if she should turn around and leave.

"City of Falling Stars" is a very, very good movie, but Yan Huaishu is not sure if he is ready to watch it a second time.

Maybe it's too late to leave now.

Rational thinking is like this, but the footsteps are still moving forward after all. In the conflicted psychological struggle, when a turn is made, the scene of the projection hall is laid out in front of him, which is obviously slightly different from Yan Huaishu's imagined picture , The turbulent heat wave rushed towards us with teeth and claws.

It was bustling with people, and the auditorium that could accommodate two hundred people was almost full. Looking around, there were no empty seats.

Yan Huaishu was a little surprised:

Isn't today Thursday? Also, it's already the third week of the movie's release, so why does it still look like it's opening weekend?

When did weekday movie theaters become so lively? Or is it that she hasn't been to the cinema for so long that she can't keep up with the times?

With question marks, Yan Huaishu found the seat according to the seat number of the movie ticket.

She is not used to it.

Both the Dome Cinema and the Transcendence Cinema have no seat numbers. After purchasing the tickets, you can enter the screening hall and take a seat as long as you see an empty seat.

The same goes for film festivals in general.

Suddenly you need to be seated according to the seat number, but it feels a little weird.

One after another, people were all seated. Looking around, the occupancy rate was at least 90%, and all the seats in front of the line of sight were filled to the brim. It was really hard to believe that this was a work that was released for the third week, and it was still an ordinary working day. , and it was a late-night show at ten o'clock in the evening.

In sight, there are couples, singles, groups of friends, students, white-collar workers, and gray-haired old people. The small screening hall is a condensed world.

Slightly different from the viewing atmosphere of the dome theater, a strange and brand-new seasonal movement rises slowly from the lower abdomen like the wings of a butterfly.

After thinking about it carefully, Yan Huaishu realized that it was only natural that "City of Stars Fall" is such a work, everyone can see their own shadow.

poof.

poof.

The heart was beating wildly, some were nervous and some were jumping, some were looking forward to it and some were apprehensive. Yan Huaishu couldn't help but carefully looked at the expressions of the audience around him, but it was difficult to accurately distinguish his own mood at this moment, mixed and turbulent thoughts were rolling in his chest , The exhaustion quietly dissipated.

The light gradually dimmed, and one could still see someone running in with his waist down, sweating profusely and still unable to hide the excitement on his face. He found a seat next to Yan Huaishu, panting like a cow, but smiling. It was completely blooming, and even Yan Huaishu became happy.

Movie, UU reading www.uukanshu.com started—

This is Yan Huaishu's second time watching "City of Stars Falling". She thought her perception would decline, and she even felt bored. After all, she has seen all the dazzling scenes of the movie. There are no surprises or novelties. Naturally, there will be no surprises. , and even still noticing the passage of time.

However, no.

It only took less than thirty seconds for Yan Huaishu's thoughts to follow the ups and downs of the camera again. Even the scenes that he had seen before could still make people's hearts surge; moreover, watching it for the second time, he could calm down Come down and savor those neglected details in the lens.

At this time, Yan Huaishu realized that every shot of Lu Qian had a purpose—

The position of each character and the space of the background show the psychological changes of the characters in every detail, not only the intimacy of falling in love gradually, but also the psychological changes of two people in the intimate relationship. From Lan Kai From anxiety to Mi Yang's worry to emotional alienation...

In fact, everything has already been hinted, and they just immersed themselves in it, wandering in Lanchuan following the flow of the camera.