Hollywood Drawing

After a quiet night in the City of Angels, when the sun gradually rose, it gradually started a noisy day. At about 8:30 in the morning, at a theater in downtown Los Angeles, the so-called community of color, theater manager Don De was checking over and over again the preparations for the official opening.

After turning around for a long time, he let out a sigh of relief. Standing on the second floor of the theater, he lit a cigarette and sighed. He looked at the crowd of black buddies and some other people of color surrounding the theater. . The audience here has a very obvious feature, that is, it is rare to see pure white people.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind Tang De, a middle-aged white man in a suit walked over to him, holding the railing with both hands, and looked at the faces of the group of people outside the theater, his brows were deeply locked together, and the corners of his mouth were still twitching slightly. "Tang De, shit, those boys have puffs on their waists, I swear to God, they definitely brought the guys to the movies!"

"Hey, hey, don't worry, Heywood, after so many years, I thought you've gotten used to the environment here." The theater manager Tang De waved his hand indifferently, speaking in a tone full of ridicule. "I still remember that when "Get Out" was released in 1992, Warner Bros. sent you here for the first time to investigate, and you were almost scared to pee your pants by these niggas... "

"f**kup!" Turning his neck vigorously, Heywood's face had a helpless expression, he raised his wrist and glanced at the time, and he looked at the strange crowd outside the theater again.

The words of the theater manager brought his memory back to the summer of 1992. He still remembers how the dark horse of "Escape from the Dead" caused a huge movie-watching craze among people of color. Gang members, gangsters, and brainless buddies who make a living by selling "contraband" not only rarely go into the cinema in groups to watch movies, but also exercise restraint and don't fight in the cinema. This is what makes him the most. impressive.

It has been a few years in the blink of an eye, because Wayne has those favorability among the black buddies. After every movie he directed is released, he has to come to this theater to collect survey data. Warner Bros. attaches great importance to these minority fans. , because of their enthusiasm, they can indeed add dazzling box office numbers to the film.

However, he is not like the theater manager Tang De. As a white man, he can work in the center of Los Angeles all year round. Every time he comes to work here, his calf is twitching, especially in the face of those who are full of slang. Dude, that's the most annoying thing.

"Don't worry, Heywood."

Seeing that it was almost nine o'clock, the theater manager Tang De glanced at the face of the man beside him, and gave him another shot. "Whenever Wayne's film comes out, that's when this group of people is the most disciplined, and they don't do it in theaters even if there's friction. When you're collecting data, just stay out of sight of Sandy, the ticket collector. , no one will give you bad ideas."

After speaking, he showed him a smile, waved his hand, and walked downstairs with his legs raised. However, Haywood, a senior investigator of Warner Bros., did not hear what he whispered softly after he went downstairs. "Shit, it's just for data collection, do you need to wear an Armani suit? Is it because those buddies won't find out that you are rich?"

As soon as nine o'clock arrived, countless people poured in instantly in the theater hall, and the whole theater was immediately filled with all kinds of messy sounds. These people don't know what politeness and quality are, and they chat loudly, punch fists, and say hello.

The chat content in their mouths, in the mind of Heywood watching on the second floor, can directly skip the court trial procedure and directly send it to the prison to exercise.

"Holys***t! Little bi**hs, line up to buy movie tickets, shit, line up for me!"

"m***f**ker, son of a bitch, you stepped on my mother's foot!"

"Stop screaming, give it to me *****..."

Looking at the hall like a vegetable market, Heywood shook his head helplessly. In fact, such hot scenes are not common. Wayne's films are very popular among people of color, but similar hot scenes only appeared once in 1992.

He glanced at the ticket window, the sales items, and the surrounding shop windows, and the steel bars with the thickness of his fingers were firmly welded to death. He now seriously doubts the safety of these protections and whether they can stop potential riots. It is adulthood to obey these people. The most naive idea of ​​man.

However, the next development of the matter seriously exceeded his expectations. Although the group of people were swearing, the entire ticket purchase process, and the subsequent process of ticket checking into the theater, were completed in an orderly queue. , and there was no confusion as he imagined.

Time passed slowly, and his brows became deeper and deeper, because after strict calculation, from the opening at 9:00 to 9:45, four movies have officially started, and in each of the opening screening halls , can accommodate at least one hundred, thirty or forty people, but the crowd in the hall has never been less, but it has become more and more crowded.

Looking at the chaotic hall, Heywood muttered: "Damn, today is Friday, don't you go to work..."

"Sir, do you really expect these people to have formal jobs?" Tang De, the theater manager who had just been sweating, came to the second floor, lit a cigarette, looked at the crowd and smoked in satisfaction, while teasing with a sarcastic tone. "I have news here, maybe you will be interested!"

"What?" Haywood shook his head and asked. "Do you know why these guys came to the theater so enthusiastically for the first time?" Tang De was obviously in a good mood. Although the suit on him was wrinkled, the smile on his face was bright. "I bet you haven't seen this "Dark Knight" yet. There is a scene in it, which is about two ships being planted with bombs. The black people in the film showed rare kindness and played a positive role. Humanity..."

In fact, when he was just helping below, he suddenly realized when he heard those black people talking. It should be someone who watched the movie in advance, and then spontaneously promoted it, or through some other channel, most of the black people actually came for this scene, so the reality is far more absurd than the movie.

Haywood shrugged and said without any scruples: "It's not so much human nature, it's better to say that the more things are missing in reality, the more they want to see in the movie!"

The two were chatting on the second floor, watching as a group of ethnic minorities walked into the theater in groups, then lined up in a twisted line to buy tickets, and walked into the theater to watch the movie. The process lasted until about eleven in the morning, and the environment in the hall was considered to be a little quieter.

"The cinema where the screening started is about to end." Tang De patted Heywood's arm, pointed at the ticket gate, and reminded: "There are too many people, your job today is definitely not easy, you need to Talk to help."

"It shouldn't be a problem, you know, this is my job, and I have full work experience." Haywood waved his hand, deliberately adjusted the tie around his neck, and picked up a huge black briefcase from behind him. He walked towards the ticket gate. He knew that there would be hundreds of spectators pouring out from there in a while. What he had to do was to collect the opinions and data of the audience after watching the movie at close range.

"Don't leave the sight of Sandy, the ticket inspector, definitely not!"

The theater manager's reminder sound came from behind him again. He turned his head and gave the other person a sign of knowing.

Coming to the ticket gate, Heywood put down the briefcase in his hand, and while greeting Sandy, he took out a large stack of printer paper and a large bundle of pens with the Batman logo, doing the final preparations. .

"Crash..."

"boom!"

The two people standing at the ticket gate were startled. The sudden voice came without warning. Just as they looked at each other and wanted to say something, a black guy ran out of the movie hall that was about to end. It's the theater staff.

"Those guys are crazy, I want to go in and turn on the lights, those people are touching the dark, clapping like crazy! Damn, it scared me!"

"Hank, don't tell me this is applause!" Sandy, the ticket inspector, asked in disbelief, his tone full of incredible.

This is the chaotic downtown of Los Angeles, and audiences living in the nearby neighborhoods simply don’t know what movie-watching etiquette is, so they can take the initiative to applaud the movie. Such a scene is really uncommon.

More importantly, they were still outside the theater, and they could hear a sound like thunder~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It can be seen how excited the audience in the theater was.

"That's right, these **** niggas, I don't know what's going on insane."

The staff scolded and walked back to the theater. He had to go and turn on the lights inside, otherwise it would affect the next screening. You know, the interval between each film is only a pitiful ten minutes.

It didn't take long for a group of fans to talk loudly and walked out. Haywood's face was shocked, and he took something to meet him. Now is the time for his work to officially start.

"Ha, what's the highest score? A?" The first black girl was quite enthusiastic, and it was possible that her excitement after watching the movie had not calmed down, so she took the questionnaire very cooperatively. "Well, no doubt A, dammit, the movie is so **** amazing!"

"A, I knew that this movie won't let me down!"

"Of course A, man, I swear, this is the best movie I've ever seen since I was a kid!"

"Shit, Harder, isn't this your first time in a movie theater?"

"Shut your stinky mouth, f**kyou."

The chaotic scene lasted for nearly ten minutes before it ended. Haywood put away all the investigation reports and sat on the side of the chair, waiting for the end of the next movie.

"A phenomenon-level film, is it going to appear again?" He muttered, and he saw the passing theater manager shouting: "Tang De, if I were you, I would immediately call the head office and report to them. The hot situation here, all those **** movie theaters are lined up for "The Dark Knight"!"

"Man, I just reported it!"

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