Javier urged his hands vigorously, not caring about the stinging palms, not caring about the strange sight, not caring about his uniqueness at all, but just slamming his palms with all his strength, and venting all the thoughts in his mind in this way.

He once personally participated in the shooting process of "City of God" and was amazed by Lance's amazing talent; now he has witnessed the wonderfulness of "killing with a knife" with his own eyes, and was completely impressed by Lance's boldness, radicalness, delicateness, profoundness and sharpness. As unprecedented as possible, Javier felt the excitement in his heart: Could it be that he is witnessing the rise of a period of history?

Cliff Robinson heard the crisp applause, echoing in the empty Los Angeles Theater, thin and pretentious. He looked up and saw Javier's stubborn and straight backbone standing like a green pine in the hazy halo of the screening room. If it were any other moments, Cliff would have sneered, but today, he did not. The lonely applause dragged him out of the time of the film construction and suddenly woke up.

Cliff shivered for no reason. He realized that he needed a little time, more time, to meticulously recall the movie just now. He had to come out of the movie's tense emotions so that his brain could calm down, and then...

At this moment, the sparse applause interrupted Cliff's slightly scattered thoughts. He raised his gaze and saw more than a dozen people standing up in the spacious screening room. Each of them struggled to motivate their hands and joined Javier's ranks, looking at the big screen with excitement, conveying their inner emotions with the most direct movements.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people stood up. It seemed that there could be seen audiences standing up wherever they could see them. From the first floor to the second floor, applause gradually gathered together, forming a strong momentum, filling the spacious and old screening hall of the Los Angeles Theater.

Because this screening room has a long history, the sound collection and echo effects on the inner wall are old-fashioned designs, making the sounds in the room seem empty and distant, but it is difficult to release the explosive power of the sound. But at this moment, the clanging applause gradually condensed into a rope, whipping the walls of the screening room vigorously, shaking the entire building in an absolutely powerful posture. In a trance, there was an illusion that the earth was shaking.

Cliff could feel the slight vibration from his hands, and couldn't help but look down. Then he realized that not only the hands placed on the armrests, but even the chair under his butt was shaking. He suddenly stood up, raised his head to look at the ceiling, and strongly doubted whether the building would turn into ruins in the next second. When he realized that he was thinking too much, Cliff's eardrum felt the fierce impact. The applause swarmed from all directions turned into drumsticks, hitting the thin eardrum hard, stirring up endless afterglow in his mind.

Cliff showed a helpless smile on his lips and shook his head gently. Even though he didn't want to admit it, the facts were right in front of him. The audience's reaction effect of "killing with a knife" far exceeded expectations. So... what about the film critics? And the "Twelve Arhats"? The development of things seemed to have once again left the expected track and whistled in an unknown direction.

The Los Angeles Theater felt the applause of the tsunami, and the whole building was submerged in the surging sound, trembling. Turning around, you can see strange faces in the hazy lights, but similar emotions are filled with emotions - there are confusions hidden in the excitement.

Everyone is so excited that they can feel the rapid and rapidity of adrenaline explosion, but the movie comes to an abrupt end again when it is pushing to climax - it seems that the whole movie is like this, always pinching the emotions hard at the critical moment, and the emotions that are stirred up in the chest cannot be vented at all; everyone can feel that this movie is obviously not as simple as the surface. It is a commercial movie, but it is not just a commercial movie, but it cannot be said that it is like a vague view of the light of the lighthouse in a fog, but it is never close to it through thousands of mountains and rivers. The urgent emotion that is constantly bumping into the bottom of the mind is constantly striking and echoing in the mind.

In the end, they could only choose to use applause to vent their emotions in a straightforward and refreshing manner.

The applause became more and more intense and surging. When the crew of "Killing with a knife" walked to the front of the stage, the sound reached its peak. All the audience stood up and applauded, even mixed with cheers, whistles and shouts. The applause like thunder made people mistakenly think that they were at the Toronto Film Festival, rather than the premiere of a Hollywood commercial film.

Tom Cruise looked at the boiling sea of ​​people in front of him, and continued to stretch along his sight, hitting the rocks like storm. The empty sound echoed in the distance under the sky, sweeping over and over again. Inexplicably, Tom's eyes were a little warm. Such a scene was only seen once in his career as an actor. When the "Rain Man" was previewed in New York. It was the distant 1988.

Raising his hands to motivate him, Tom hid his emotions in a mess, turned his head to look at Lance who was standing next to him. At this time, there was no change in his emotions on Lance's face, but he just politely patted his hands, and the decent smile at the corner of his mouth was a little confident and calm, as if he had expected everything in front of him. Tom turned his head and whispered in Lance's left ear, "We did it."

Lance did not turn his head, and a smile on the corner of his mouth raised his lips and replied loudly, "This is a good start."

The calm answer made Tom pause, and he seemed to be a little proud - this was just the premiere, it was just the beginning, it was just the audience's imagination, he had been in Hollywood for twenty years, and he should have known more than anyone else. His eyes stayed on Lance's quiet face for a moment, and then Tom let out a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at the audience again, regaining his calmness, and applauded calmly.

Lance's muscles were so tight that he had to slow down his clapping hands, otherwise the mechanized movements would reveal his true emotions.

At this moment, no one can feel the excitement and shock in Lance's heart. The success of "City of God" comes from Lance's concentration and dedication, and more from the profound heritage of the original novel; the success of "acquired" comes from Lance's experience and meticulousness, and more from the close combination of visual effects; only "killing with a knife" is the most direct, true and cruel test of Lance's talent and talent.

"Borrowing a Knife to Kill" is the first work that truly follows Lance's personal ideas and devoted to filming. He made a lot of changes to the original work of Michael Mann's version, not only using brand new photography techniques and shooting methods, but also integrating personal deep understanding of the script, not to mention personally playing the role of Max. It can be said that Lance's version of "Borrowing a Knife to Kill" is far from the previous life's work.

Before the movie was released, I was full of confidence and calm, but that was just a manifestation.

Deep down, Lance is more nervous than anyone else. He is worried about whether his changes will weaken the tense atmosphere of "killing with a knife", which will lead to the film's commercial performance far below expectations; he is worried about whether his performance will become the weakest part of the film, proving that he has never been suitable to be an actor; he is worried about whether his interpretation is too simple or too profound, so that the film has deviated from the right track...

He was a human being in his three lives. From Li Jin to Lancelot, and then to Lance after his rebirth, he always staggered along the way, carrying the burden of his dreams, and moving forward step by step in an unknown direction on the thorny road. He didn't even know whether this direction was correct.

Even the three little golden men in "City of God" cannot clear away the heavy fog in front of them even if the box office of 200 million yuan "the day after tomorrow".

"It seems that Gao Wen has won the bet." An intermittent voice came from his ears, which was not clear in the noisy applause. Lance turned his head and saw Ian's bright smile. Lance didn't react for a moment and looked over in confusion. Ian's green eyes looked at Lance deeply, and the smile at the corner of his mouth rose from the depths of his eyes. Then he withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the audience as if nothing had happened, but Lance was stunned.

Bet, he remembered that at lunch yesterday, Gao Wen and Ian talked about the bet they were joking. Ian believed that the premiere of "Borrowing a Knife" might be suppressed by the "Twelve Arhats" and finally relied on their reputation to complete the reversal; while Gao Wen believed that "Borrowing a Knife" could completely crush the "Twelve Arhats" and not leave any chance for the opponent.

The bet is a pack of rainbow candy.

But he was a little absent-minded at the time. When he heard this bet, he didn't take it seriously and didn't remember it for a while. Now, Ian mentioned it again...

Lance suddenly realized that Ian attended the premiere today not because of the company's expansion, but because they saw his absent-mindedness and lack of confidence - the so-called reasons were Lance's own speculation, and Ian did not give a positive recognition. Ian would appear here, perhaps because the three of them discussed it.

A warm current flowed slowly in his heart, and the cluster of flames hidden deep in the unknown were quietly returning to life. Lance looked at Ian who was applauding seriously in front of him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slightly closed, and the tense muscles finally relaxed. Then he also looked at the audience in front of him, slapped his hands hard, but his spine straightened unknowingly, regaining his usual calmness and freedom.

The thunderous applause never stopped, swarming from all directions, completely submerging the entire building. The roar that resounded through the screening hall even caused people who were staying outside the street to pay attention. Everyone looked at the roar inside the Los Angeles Theater in a dumbfounded manner, without any words. This is the best signal: "Killing someone by borrowing a knife" and it was successful!
Chapter completed!