Chapter 62 What Do You Mean, What Kind of Shit Advertisement!

This is a thrilling suspense movie.

The subtitles at the beginning of the movie seem to be scattered, Li Qing, Lu Yuan, Wei Wuji, the names of these three people almost cover all the staff...

Of course, there are scattered employees, and of course, they don't seem to be that important.

"What the hell is this clip!"

"Yeah, this method...is too outdated..."

"Why don't you add any sound effects? It's so quiet?"

"I heard that Lu Yuan is a very talented composer, why don't you add some sound effects to your movie?"

"yes……"

"It seems to be another "magic movie"..."

When the opening credits started, most of the audience started whispering...

Except for Lu Yuan and Lu Yihong, the audience is very unfamiliar with the names of these other people, and the fonts are getting bigger and bigger, but there is no sound effect that suits the scene, so from the beginning, there is a smell of bad movies .

Some people are beginning to be disappointed.

These people were recommended by Mr. Chen Guanxiong to watch the movie.

In addition to supporting them, they still really want to see what kind of movie is made by only one actor.

There are many forms of expression in literary films.

There are crazy ways, and restrained ones.

Of course, no matter what form it is, at least a little bit can be seen from the prologue.

They originally thought it was a slightly different literary film, but after seeing the subtitles and editing techniques, they closed their eyes...

Sure enough, it's a bad film made up of new directors, outdated actors, and low-cost investment?

If I had known earlier, I would not have come.

Of course, some people are not disappointed, but they are looking around.

They are An Xiao's fans, and their purpose of buying tickets is not to watch a movie, but to see An Xiao.

They imagined that after the movie ended, An Xiao would suddenly appear, and then they would become one of the ten lucky viewers, and then get autographed photos to win the favor of the goddesses...

This is their main purpose.

As for the movie?

Even if you shoot shit, it's none of their business.

affect?

Do not!

It doesn't matter at all.

With an investment of one million, what kind of shocking film can be seen...

Ha ha!

However, when the subtitles ended and suddenly appeared a "New Barker", helping you to reach the pinnacle of life, everyone was shocked!

This……

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"A Yuan, I said earlier that I shouldn't have saved the 20,000 yuan... The inserted subtitles are really a bit blunt!"

"Cough, cough, we're here to watch the movie, not the subtitles."

"Then what do you mean by inserting such a big "Newbark" suit? We are a literary film, not an advertising film..."

"Cough, cough, didn't Wang Jinxue want to sponsor..."

"Ayuan, you...so I said I shouldn't save the 20,000 yuan. How can the sponsored subtitles cover half of the screen? You...you are too low-grade, right?"

"Cough, cough, the funds are not used wisely."

"..." Fatty Wei opened his mouth, originally wanting to scold the miserly boss for being so poor to the crew, but then he thought about himself being such a piss, so he swallowed it after thinking about it, feeling extremely ashamed.

Inside the VIP box.

"Axue..."

"Lu! Far! This! Bastard! Damn! Ah!"

When Wang Jinxue watched her own clothing advertisement suddenly appear in the prologue, and when she inserted it in such a blunt and unstandard way, she was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood, and her delicate body trembled with anger.

At this moment Wang Jinxue really wanted to leave the VIP box and run to the front row,

Regardless of everyone's shocked eyes, he kicked that bastard Lu Yuan hard!

Don't even want to be a lady or a lady!

This man is really...

I let you insert an advertisement, but I didn't let you insert it so mindlessly!

you……

Can't you make some art?

If it gets out, how will you let me meet people?

The movies I invest in, the ads I run...

I……

You almost lost your face!

"..."

An Xiao took a deep breath.

Suddenly I can't describe my mood.

This shit...

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"This is a bad movie, no! It's not a bad movie, it's a bad movie that's even worse than domestic bad movies. You can tell from the editing of the prologue!"

"I originally thought that although this movie has inherent disadvantages in all aspects, it can at least have the level of bad domestic movies, but now it seems that I really think too much..."

A few film critics hiding in the back row have already begun to record their impressions of the film in their notebooks very rudely, and some even stood up and prepared to leave.

It's midnight now!

Isn't it a waste of time to watch such a speechless film in the middle of the night?

If the plot inside is more eye-catching, won't you make people vomit?

This is the cheating!

But just as they were about to leave...

"Huh? Seems like I can still watch it?"

"Although the subtitles are really bad, it seems that the beginning content is okay? At least it's not messy anymore?"

"..."

Just as the subtitles ended, the flickering light shone onto the big screen, and when Lu Yihong's disheveled face appeared on the big screen, several people were taken aback, and then sat down.

At this time, the editing was not rough, but very sophisticated. At the same time, Lu Yihong's expression of just waking up with some temporary amnesia made everyone's eyes bright. Combined with the very faint light of the lighter, it created an inexplicable tension in the whole movie. sense of breath.

The audience who had been noisy at first became strangely quiet after seeing this scene. After a few minutes, no one was noisy anymore.

No matter what form the audience comes to the cinema, they are all staring at the screen at the moment.

They feel that this movie does not seem to be the bad domestic movie they imagined.

It seems that there is still a little bit of meaning.

Although Fatty Wei seems a little ignorant, he still has full control over the professional knowledge of the director, and he has a good sense of the camera.

Lu Yihong's acting skills are also completely online, the sense of fatigue, the sense of oppression and tension, and even every breath is just right, which is exciting.

Sometimes nervousness is contagious.

Once the atmosphere is rendered, coupled with a short sound of sand, the whole depressing and claustrophobic place is fully controlled.

Lu Yihong turned on the lighter and searched for a way to survive in the small coffin. As the plot progressed, suspense was approaching layer by layer, hope and disappointment, disappointment turned into despair, and endless hope emerged from despair...

The performance itself is an art form, but after hearing Lu Yihong's more and more heavy breathing, some audience members found that their hearts began to jump...

They actually have a feeling of being there.

Even, they feel that this is a documentary rather than a movie.

"I originally thought that Lu Yihong relied on his appearance to make a living, but I didn't expect that he has such acting skills!"

"Compared to a few years ago, this Lu Yihong has completely controlled the essence!"

"Although the movie was only 20 minutes long at the beginning, this movie shocked me!"

"I have a hunch, if the second half of this movie doesn't collapse, Lu Yihong may become popular again!"

"There are two other directors, one is Lu Yuan and the other is Wei Wuji. I am afraid that these two directors will cause some troubles in the Chinese film industry in the future..."

Zhou Shuai was very excited as he wrote the film review.

He even forgot that he was humiliated by Lu Yuan and Fatty Wei and was photographed with a sock in his mouth.

He even forgot the smell of the socks.

Now, his eyes only have the movie and the indescribable feeling in his heart!

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Half an hour ago.

"Director Zhang, this movie editing is just shit..."

"Lets see."

After half an hour, there was a sudden silence.

"Director Zhang, what do you think?"

"It's hard to believe that this was filmed by a newcomer. Although it's only been less than half an hour, I've already seen the old-fashioned tricks. Is the director Lu Yuan?"

"Yes."

"Where's the assistant director?"

"Wei Wuji."

"Wei Wuji... the son of Wei Changjun?"

"Yes."

"I understand……"

"The combination of these two people, I am afraid that this movie will undergo a little qualitative change."

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