Legendary Hollywood Director

Lyman sat quietly in his seat, feeling quite emotional.

This is not the first time he has watched the finished film of "Three idiots making trouble in Bollywood", nor is it the first time he has shown his work in front of the public. After all, this is already his second feature film as a director, and he should get used to it. But when the movie was finished, there was still an inexplicable emotion in his heart, so that his brain began to boil, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

He thought that if he had experienced it once, he would no longer have the feeling of worrying about gains and losses, and he would be able to keep his face and things calm... But, unfortunately, he couldn't do it.

Looking at the big screen, the subtitles slowly disappeared, and the whole thing turned to darkness.

The various emotions surging in his mind instantly drowned him.

A kind of restlessness that puts one's own ideas and shooting concepts in the public eye to be reviewed and criticized; a kind of throbbing that expresses the resonance of one's own thoughts through the language of the camera and the storyline; a kind of exhausted effort, The feeling of working together to complete a good story; it is also mixed with excitement, doubt, depression, hope, and so on. In short, he is now extremely restless.

This kind of feeling is like... It's like the feeling of feeling like when I was a child after finishing the exam and the results haven't come out yet.

The blood swept through the whole body again and again. Gradually, the restlessness that lingered around Lyman's body fell, the brain restarted, and the whole person resumed thinking.

At this time, he finally drew his attention to observe the reactions of the audience around him.

Lehmann has always believed that for a movie, its quality, its attractiveness, and only the audience who have actually watched the movie have the right to speak, and it is also the most important reference standard that can be advertised.

As for the kind words that his colleagues said, the nonsense that media reporters said when they received red envelopes, and the stupid things that the film critic group was born with, he was not in his eyes.

Film is an art, but above all it is an art that can be accepted by the public.

From ancient times to the present, many stories have been telling us that it is useless to be high and widowed.

What's more cruel is that many filmmakers are not even qualified to be high and low, but they only ridicule the people's aesthetics. It's not okay to attribute all the bad things to this audience.

Haha, I like to talk about other people, why don't you look in the mirror first to see what you are.

......

Lehman's eyes kept looking at the reactions of the audience around him, but he gradually became concerned about gains and losses.

Because the surrounding is so quiet, let alone applaud and thank you, there is not even the audience's favorite chatter after watching the movie, and there is only Ryan, Thomas, George, and Lyman, who are staring at each other with wide eyes. Small eyes, looking at each other, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know whether to stand up and leave at this time, or go to the backstage and talk to the projection staff.

What's happening here?

Lehmann remembers that even the last movie, many viewers complained that it was a bad movie when they left, and that finally gave some reaction, didn't it? How come to him, everyone played the wooden man game involuntarily. One, two, three, don't move, whoever moves the puppy.

Hey! Guys, would you mind giving me some reaction? It's terrifying to hang like this.

Next, more than a minute passed. The audience at the scene still didn't do anything - neither shouted, nor took the initiative to leave.

No, the screening is over.

Are you all so busy?

This situation made Leiman a little flustered, and all kinds of brain supplementary thoughts kept spreading.

Could it be that the audience was enraged because the film "Three idiots making trouble in Bollywood" was so bad?

As soon as this idea appeared, it was captured by Lyman's brain.

He couldn't help but wonder if his adaptation ruined the work.

To be honest, his version can't really be said to be better than the original, but at least it's not bad in his opinion.

However, he is a director, he is the producer, and his comments don't count at all.

He changed such a light comedy into a tragedy, and he also cut the original film's content of more than three hours to 115 minutes. Could it be that this is how messed up it is.

Lehman's brain was running fast, all kinds of random thoughts.

"Clap clap! clap clap..." A crisp and rhythmic applause sounded alone, echoing gently in the exhibition hall. The sudden voice interrupted Lyman's thoughts, making him involuntarily turn his head and follow the voice, and then Ryan, Thomas and others also saw the sound and shadow together.

"It's a beautiful woman!" Ryan's attention was the same as before.

Although the light in the exhibition hall was still turned off, it was a little unclear in the darkness, but it was no surprise that the people applauding were really pretty.

Judging from Lyman's eyes, as Ryan said, she is a beautiful woman.

Bella was just thinking that the audience felt as much as she did, and they were all reminiscing about the plot of the movie.

That's exactly the case. The movie subtitles have been scrolling for a long time, but the cinema is still silent. No one stands up, no one makes a sound, and no one talks with their companions. It seems that they are all immersed in the joyful Indian song and dance ending song. .

Everyone sat quietly in their place, motionless.

This made Bella very interesting, and she couldn't help laughing.

So, she jokingly stirred her hands, "Clap! Clap! Clap!"

It was she who made the first sound.

Her lonely applause reverberated in the quiet space, and no one catered to her, which made her act a little embarrassing, but Bella made it even more vigorous.

At this moment, it seemed as if the wooden man's game was over.

The audience in the exhibition hall came back to their senses one after another.

The applause gradually overlapped.

Some people stood up excitedly.

The applause of "Papapa!" gathered together, and the momentum began to rise steadily.

One second, Lehmann, who was still looking at the beautiful woman, was shocked by the uneven standing applause scene in front of him, like a whack-a-mole.

Ryan, who was beside him, also stood up like he did, vigorously stirring his hands.

Thomas, George and others who were sitting beside them all laughed when they saw this.

Lehmann looked at all this with gratification, and felt that his decision to be a director was extremely wise.

The audience stood up and applauded to express their affirmation, which reminded him of that afternoon. There was also such a group of people who recognized his work "Buried Alive" through such actions. It was only after that day that he was able to embark on the road of directing so smoothly.

Everything is always the same. Good, he thought.

The crisp sound of palms colliding with palms gathered together, as if awakening the exhibition hall.

The temperature in the room gradually warmed up, and the cream-yellow light also drove away the darkness like a tide.

The lights in the movie hall turned on, and the light that shed in an instant made the scene of the entire exhibition hall very clearly presented in front of us.

The audience's faces were excited and excited, filling Lyman's eyes.

What a wonderful feeling this is.

In a trance, as if in heaven.

Lyman couldn't help but look up and look for the figure again.

The beautiful woman who was the first to applaud stood quietly at this moment, looking around from time to time with a smile on her face.

"Director, director, director..."

Some people cheered, and another group of people followed suit.

"Come forward, you should stand in front." George on the side said, hinting at Lyman with his eyes, and then he stretched out his hand and pointed to the open space ahead, nodding at Lyman in an encouraging way.

Lyman hesitated for a moment, then pulled up George's body and motioned Thomas and Ryan to follow, "We are a team, this honor belongs to all of us, and we should stand in front together."

The four of them walked slowly forward, the eyes of all the audience, the eyes of all were focused on them, that kind of cosiness that was highly anticipated danced in the depths of their hearts, as if all the pores on the body were relieved. As it unfolded, the scorching hot heart slammed into the ventricle bravely, like a fearless hero, constantly charging.

The turbulent blood, the light body, and the surface of the skin have a lubricating feeling~www.novelmt.com~ It's like taking a hot spring at the moment.

All over is comfortable.

In my mind, all kinds of emotions flooded in in an instant, so complicated that it was impossible to distinguish them at all.

As a result, four people who only giggled stood on the stage framed by the applause and cheers of the audience.

According to Ryan's words afterwards, "At that time, my mind was blank, I just knew that I would follow everyone forward, and then when I stopped, I would stop, and I didn't know what I was doing. However, that feeling was Really cool."

Yes, it's really cool, and Lehmann feels the same way.

I don't know when, the audience in the exhibition hall stood up collectively. The sudden formation was like a dense undulating forest. The figure was majestic, and it filled every inch of Lehman's eyeballs.

In the bright environment created by the lights, the applause continued to sound.

At this moment, Lehmann faced the audience, receiving their affirmation and encouragement, and his emotions were constantly fluctuating.

The hardships of the past few months of filming, the people that haunted the land, and that impressive afternoon, these scenes kept flashing through my mind, and like a camera in the hands of a videographer, the memory gradually evolved into frame by frame. The footage of the frame was finally frozen on the day when he just woke up.

The experience of the past life also slowly emerged, and finally turned into pieces and slowly disappeared.

He knew that his future as a director would be very solid, he was sure.

And the applause that is sounding now, echoing in his ears with incomparable clarity, is also confirming the thought that emerged from Lehman: he has successfully taken a step again!

Yes, he succeeded again.