A large dark screen appeared on the right side of the words, "Director: Lancelot Strello". Then, a black pigment permeated and slowly disappeared. Then another line of words appeared, "Screenwriter: Lancelot Strello, Frank Miller." Then, the black pigment once again penetrated out like blood, swallowing the words.

Looking at the subtitles that appeared quietly, the elegant violin melody echoed in the screening room. Emerson could no longer suppress the excitement and excitement in his heart. He suddenly stood up and then mobilized his hands regardless of the situation. The lonely applause echoed in the dark screening room, looking a little lonely and a little embarrassed.

The crisp sound broke the suffocating tranquility. Many people looked at Emerson's position. Some people were whispering to Emerson's rude behavior, which destroyed the etiquette in the cinema. They stood up and applauded before the movie was completely over. Some people were exploring around in a daze, trying to find someone to share their inner emotions. For a moment, they didn't know how to express it. Some people were still sitting silently, and no one could tell their faces in the darkness.

Emerson knew that his behavior was a bit reckless, but he did not regret it. Even though he was the only one in the entire screening room now, he did not feel embarrassed at all, but just stood firmly, motivated his hands, and conveyed his true emotions in this way.

Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! So wonderful that any language loses its color! So wonderful that it makes people speechless, and they can only convey their emotions with applause! So wonderful that other movies are overshadowed and emerges in a maverick posture! So wonderful that all etiquettes, so praise and all emotions become redundant. You only need to stand up and applause, and worship!

So, Emerson kept slapping his hands, venting his inner surging, excitement, and touching, but even so, his eyes still began to become warm. He never knew that movies could be so magical.

He has not experienced the shocking era of "2001 Space Odyssey" and also missed the moment of "Star Wars". But he was so lucky to witness the rise of "Sin City" to more accurately, witness the rise of Lance. From "City of God" to "killing people with a knife" to "City of Sin" to "City of Sin", Lance has established an incredible world, which is enough to be comparable to "2001 Space Odyssey" and "Star Wars". What is even more commendable is that this world is so real and closely related to reality, as if the city that is cruel and bloody, dark and desperate is the world where he lives.

Tears filled his eyes. Emerson truly felt the swallowing of the surging emotions, so that he could not react at all. He could only slap his hands, full of tears, stare at the subtitles slowly appearing on the big screen, sighing that he had witnessed a great birth with his own eyes.

"Ba! Bapa!" Another crisp applause rang and joined Emerson's ranks.

As soon as he turned his head, Emerson saw Chloe's tears in tears. He seemed to have found a confidant. A smile appeared on the corners of both of them, which was even worse than crying, but the tears could not stop at all. The hot tears almost burned their cheeks. Even so, they could not express the excitement and intensity of the volcanic eruption in their hearts.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, they are like fools: they are moved to tears for a commercial movie, and to be moved to an endless stream of cult movies. However, only those who truly touch the soul of the movie can understand, understand Lance's use of his conscience, understand the sharp accusations of the movie, understand the artistic height that Lance gives to commercial movies, understand the touching, excitement and excitement, and the embarrassment they cannot control themselves.

Chloe stood up and urged her hands hard. She wanted to scream and scream, she wanted to whistle, but she didn't, because it was too vulgar and too vulgar. She just vented all her emotions on her hands, slammed hard, and gave her highest respect with crisp and loud applause.

Chloe knew that "City of Sin" was far more than that, "City of God" and "Killing with a knife" were far more than that. She wanted to watch these three movies again, not only because of her admiration and respect for Lance, but also because of her admiration and love for these three movies, she appreciates the film's reflection and questioning of social reality, and she appreciates Lance's bold and innovative expression methods.

This is film, and it is art.

Lily stood up and slapped her hands incredibly. Her movements seemed a little slow. She seemed to have not really understood the shock brought by the movie. Andy stood up, looking around with shock on her face, constantly encouraging her hands, hoping that someone could tell him: All this just was just a movie, Matt also stood up, with a helpless smile on his lips. He knew that he still didn't understand Lance after all. His thoughts were too shallow. The world that Lance saw was far deeper. He suddenly became curious about other award-winning works. The applause from his hands was high respect. Lance was an artist, but far better than he thought.

Jennifer Aniston stood up, Leonardo DiCaprio stood up, Cate Blanchett stood up, Tom Cruise stood up, and even Martin Scorsis stood up. People around him stood up one after another, not fast, as if mushrooms slowly emerged on a rainy day, jumping out one by one, and after a long time, clusters of small teams formed.

The entire Chinese theater can accommodate 950 audiences, and it was full tonight, but at this time, the 950 audiences were all in shock. It seemed that no one could immediately come out of the shock brought by the movie. Not only was the powerful impact of the visual effect unheard of, it brought an unprecedented viewing experience, but also because the depth and heaviness of the movie content were far beyond imagination. However, Lance used a commercial method of entertainment to death to shoot, bringing unimaginable pleasure to watch the movie. The collision of excitement and reflection led to brain palsy.

One after another, scattered, the audience slowly stood up, the applause became more and more intense, and gradually gathered into a storm, like a tornado, rushing around in the screening hall of the Chinese Theater. The thunderous applause hit the wall, colliding with a clanging sound of gold and stone, with a huge momentum.

George Clooney and Barry Meyer were always sitting in their seats, looking around from time to time, but they soon discovered that at some point, the audience had already stood up. From the first floor to the second floor, all the figures stood up together, which was really spectacular. What's even more exaggerated is that not only ordinary audiences, but also reporters, professional film critics, and guests, all stood up, and applause gathered from all directions, surrounding them, impenetrable, and even the air they were breathing became hot.

George sighed deep down, but he kept a smile on his face, and then stood up, applauding politely and showing his respect, Barry, who was sitting next to him, stood up slowly, but his hands were just placed in front of him and did not applaud.

Emerson did not feel tired. On the contrary, he became more and more excited, and his blood gradually boiled with the applause around him. The excitement and excitement of witnessing the publication of art works with his own eyes, the excitement and emotion of feeling the resonance between himself and the art works, was like millions of butterflies flapping their wings and taking off, flying all over the sky, magnificent and spectacular, never stopping.

At this time, Emerson finally understood why some performances can win applause for fifteen minutes in Broadway performances, causing the actors to end the stage four or even five times. Because the surging of emotions is truly continuous, and the surroundings are surrounded by the same enthusiasts, the transmission of emotions cannot stop.

Through the crowd, Emma raised her head and looked at the familiar and strange figure. Lance did not hide her happiness, nor did she salute the surroundings modestly. Instead, she slapped her hands calmly, straightened her chest, straightened her back, accepted the applause from the scene, and accepted all the praise. That confidence was always on the corner of her mouth, as if all this was taken for granted, and exuded a powerful aura from the inside out.

But strangely, he did not have the aloofness and arrogance of a genius, nor the arrogance and arrogance of a genius. Not only did he not hate and reject, but his introverted and calm light made people unable to take his eyes off. This did not look like a new director who only filmed four movies, but also a wisdom accumulated after countless trials.

Emma suddenly became a little curious about what story Lance had experienced.

The applause roared, and it lasted for a long time. It lasted for five minutes without feeling the weakening momentum at all. Instead, it made people feel that the applause was still rising. Under the gaze of the crowd, Lance walked straight ahead with the crew of "City of Sin" and accepted the praise from the audience.

It was said that it was the entire crew, but almost everyone's eyes fell on Lance, and almost all the applause rushed towards Lance. Because everyone knew that the core of the soul of this movie was the man in front of him. He succeeded, he once again dedicated a masterpiece, he once again amazed everyone, and he once again confirmed that his talent was far from reaching the limit.

"Papapapapapa!" The applause rose again quietly. The tsunami-like applause was almost overturning the roof. The entire Chinese theater felt a powerful shock and began to tremble slightly.

At this time, media reporters and loyal movie fans who were not far away from the door suddenly heard a commotion, and a terrified voice shouted, "It's an earthquake!" All eyes looked at the quaint theater in front of them. Just a few seconds later, people realized what was going on, and their brains were completely trapped in the accident. To be continued.
Chapter completed!