American fame and fortune.

Chapter 754 Everyone is schizophrenic

Night club, VIP box on the second floor.

Amidst the soothing music, four girls with different hair colors and skin colors shook their long hair to help tonight's four high-rollers wash their faces.

Martin closed his eyes and felt the real touch.

Nolan, who was next to her, specifically chose a black girl, one whose skin was so dark that it could shine under the light.

Leonardo and Nicholson leaned back in their chairs, as if they were in a trance.

The music stopped and washing my face stopped.

Martin took out a pile of cash and put it on the table: "Go on."

After looking at the thickness of the cash, a girl turned on the music and started a new round of face washing.

Half an hour later, the four refreshed people came down from upstairs and got into a business car one after another.

Bruce was already sitting in the driver's seat.

Martin pushed it to him: "Take it."

Nolan couldn't help laughing and said, "Jack, pick it up quickly!"

Martin, the idiot, casually picked up a fist-sized stone sculpture that Lily had left in the car. He squeezed it hard with his hand, and the stone clattered under Nicholson's feet.

Tonight, "Jack the Giant Catcher" will officially begin its journey to North America.

Nicholson was not polite to Martin, looked at it carefully under the light, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Tch, I'm afraid of you." Nicholson picked it up, threw it back to Martin, and then begged for it: "This thing is good, was it carved by Lily?"

At this time, the lights were bright. Looking down from the second floor, there were posters of the hero fighting the giant on the walls on both sides of the theater.

As the movie was about to start, the experienced Nicholson asked the box attendant for a blanket and moved the seat back to make sleeping more comfortable.

Martin asked: "Are you ready to go to bed before the movie starts?"

Martin opened the car refrigerator and took a bottle of water for each person: "I heard that death row prisoners are given a better meal before they go to the electric chair."

To be more precise, Nolan asked Martin to come out to watch an early screening of the film, and then Martin called Leonardo and Nicholson.

Nicholson said: "After hearing what you said about Jon Berg's genius creativity, I have given up any hope for this movie. I will watch the beginning and then have a good sleep. Jennifer is going to my place tonight." overnight."

Leonardo squeezed him: "Jack, do you want to go in and let them pick up soap for you?"

The car drove into the underground parking lot of Century City Plaza, and the five slightly disguised people went upstairs together and entered the VIP box of a movie theater.

Nolan fastened his seat belt and said, "I feel uncomfortable thinking about having to contribute to the box office for that bastard Jon Berg."

After seating five people in the private room on the second floor, it is still spacious.

The four people from Martin came to watch the early stage.

Nicholson nodded: "Brothers like Harvey and Affleck, if they can really be sentenced to death, the death penalty will not be as good as soap."

Leonardo reminded: "What you said is not politically correct. We are opposed to the death penalty externally."

"Go to the theater, watch the midnight show," Martin said.

Jon Berg's arrogance completely annoyed Nolan. Like Martin, the great British director also wanted to see the failure of films completed with genius production methods.

Leonardo followed suit and called the box attendant: "Four more blankets."

Martin said: "I bought a VIP ticket at a high price just to sleep."

The waiter brought four more blankets, and all four of them put the blankets on their legs. When they felt sleepy, they could pull them up and fall asleep.

The lights went down and the Warner Bros. credits lit up on the big screen.

Then the poor boy Jack embarked on the path of counterattacking the white and rich princess.

The film's shots are beautiful and the special effects are exquisite, but the male protagonist Jack looks like a psycho.

A few minutes ago, the camera looked serious, dark and deep. When the scene switched, it changed to a pooping and pissing joke. Not long after, it changed to a British medieval Shakespeare affectionate man, and then a righteous one looked like the Virgin Mary. But in the blink of an eye, It has become both good and evil.

It's like different souls are controlling the body of the hero Jack.

In just over twenty minutes, not only the male protagonist Jack, but also the other main characters, it feels like their personalities have changed and changed, and the range of their jumps is like the range between "Scream" and "Scream" Rocking back and forth.

The main characters in the film are all schizophrenic.

The snoring started, and Nicholson put on earplugs, covered himself with a blanket, and slept soundly, even snoring.

Leonardo said at this time: "Take out the male protagonist alone and edit it into a pure one-man show. It's like there are six personalities. All of them can win the Oscar for Best Actor."

Nolan asked Martin: "How many versions of Jon Berg's final cut were assembled?"

Martin knew enough about this through Louise's channel: "It seems like six versions."

"That's right." Nolan nodded slightly and roughly said: "You see, although the background colors of the film are unified, the character personalities and editing styles are not exactly the same. Based on my experience, there are six Different styles.”

Martin praised: "It is indeed a genius final editing method."

Leonardo said: "If this film is successful, I will rip off Jack's head and send it to Jon Berg!"

Nicholson sat up suddenly: "Who wants to twist my head?" He looked at Leonardo: "It sounds like your voice."

Leonardo pointed to the leading actor on the big screen: "This is Jack."

Nicholson lay back down and went back to sleep.

Martin and Leonardo were really bored, so they simply took popcorn and Coke and ate while watching. In contrast, Nolan, the director, takes it most seriously.

Such bad movies are also useful for directors. Nolan analyzes the shortcomings in them to avoid making the same mistakes himself.

But after watching it for a while, Nolan also took a bucket of popcorn and started eating it.

Because this movie is full of low-level mistakes.

Starting from the middle of the film, in order to list some scenes, not only did the male protagonist suffer from schizophrenia, but he also suffered from a serious lack of presence and an incoherent plot.

The problem is that this film is not a duel between two heroes like Batman and the Joker, but purely uses Farmer Jack as the absolute protagonist.

In addition, the scale of the film also fluctuates between high and low. Some shots are suitable for adults to watch, while others are too childish.

As an experienced director, Nolan can easily see the crux of this.

In order to pile up those gorgeous shots and clips, the main plot of the film had to make some sacrifices.

Nolan leaned back in his chair and stopped watching the movie with all his concentration. For him, he didn't even bother to summarize the failure experience of this movie.

Because the mistakes made were too low-level.

No wonder Martin always calls the new management of Warner Bros. the Warner Team.

Perhaps only talented people high in the sky can edit such a masterpiece, right?

As time passed, Martin took out his phone and scrolled through Twitter.

I originally wanted to find the advance box office data for "Jack the Giant Catcher", but with the high efficiency of automated statistics across the entire network, it should be almost available by now.

As a result, I couldn't find the box office data, but I found that Twitter was full of people complaining about the movie.

"What kind of movie is this? A protagonist with at least three personalities. Is he schizophrenic, or am I schizophrenic?"

"Not only the character, but other characters are also schizophrenic, so it's definitely not that the audience is schizophrenic!"

"No, what is the style of this film? One moment it is dark and deep, another moment it is funny, and the next moment it becomes Shakespeare's soulful style. It's so chaotic!"

"Why did the male protagonist turn into a passerby later? Isn't he a giant catcher? How come the confrontation with the giant relies on luck?"

"I escaped from home all night and came out to watch the show early. Sure enough, lying is worthy of watching a bad movie!"

"Brothers, wouldn't it be nice to save the $8 in your pocket and buy a hot dog to heat up your coffee? Don't watch this super bad movie!"

“Ten-year-olds don’t even watch it!”

Movie fans can't stand such a genius production. Perhaps in the words of some high-end figures, the level of artistic appreciation of movie fans is not enough.

Martin said: "Jack, can I tweet you?"

Nicholson didn't open his eyes or open his mouth, he just nodded slightly.

Martin took a photo of Nicholson sleeping soundly, and then took a photo of himself and Leonardo's legs covered with blankets. He found an electronic poster for "Jack the Giant Slayer" that Warner Bros. used for publicity, and posted the three pictures. A tweet.

"In the cinema, Jack was hypnotized in a strange way by Boredom, and we almost fell asleep."

Within minutes of sending out the tweet, it was forwarded by the official Twitter accounts of major entertainment media.

Soon, there were thousands of comments under Martin’s tweet.

"I decided to go home and sleep because I was so bored."

"You didn't even quit in the middle of the show. Your endurance is really strong."

"This movie is so bad that it puts Jack to sleep, and no one else can."

"Go home, Martin. Doesn't Elizabeth look good? She's suffering here."

Martin turned off his phone, looked at Nolan and Leonardo, and asked, "Shall we get out of the way?"

Nolan nodded: "Let's go, this genius new production model has no merit."

Leonardo pushed Nicholson directly: "Let's go."

Nicholson stood up and stretched his neck: "The refreshment brought by washing your face is all gone."

Martin said: "Night Club, let's start the second round."

The group of people left the show early and left the cinema.

…………

Warner Building late at night.

The office of the president of Warner Pictures, as well as the offices of the surrounding assistant presidents, are still brightly lit.

Jon Berg was restless and walked back and forth in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Tonight's advance screening of "Jack the Giant Catcher" is just over halfway through the screening. There are many negative reviews on the Internet, but he always believes that the film he edited based on the opinions of many experts will definitely have a market.

There was a knock on the office door, and McDonald came in from the outside: "President, the statistics are out."

Jon Berg looked like a gambler waiting for his cards to be revealed. He stared and asked, "How much?"

"$147 million." McDonald reported the figure.

Jon Berg took two steps back and sat on the sofa. The price was much lower than the worst-case scenario of $300 million.

(End of this chapter)