Hollywood Director 1992.

Chapter 58 Thunderous Applause
Empty empty empty empty~
On the evening of the 20th, around a.m., strange noises came again from outside the open door.

The sheets were blown up, and the heroine's feet were grabbed by an invisible ghost and dragged off the bed.

"God! The evil spirit is coming."

"Mika, save her!"

There was another round of exclamations at the scene. Many people covered their eyes with their hands, not daring to stare at the screen, especially at the dark door.

Quentin closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and his body trembled continuously.

"You're so scared, why don't you get out first? Now you're not the only one who leaves, and no one will laugh at you."

Steven Soderbergh said.

"Afraid? Who is afraid? Can a horror movie like this scare me?"

Quentin said disdainfully.

"Then can you let me go first?"

Steven raised his arm and his wrist was tightly grasped by Quentin's big hand. After Quentin let go, several obvious finger marks appeared on the skin.

"Uh, it was an accident. It was all an accident. You shouldn't have put your hand in mine."

Quentin let go of his hand sheepishly.

Steven shook his head and rubbed his arm where it hurt.

"Link is really amazing. Two actors and one house made such a scary movie. Not bad."

Sitting not far away, Robert Shea squinted at the screen.

"The production is still a bit crude, and the camera shakes a lot, which makes the audience uncomfortable. In addition, this shooting method is too novel, and the audience may not accept it, so the box office performance is unlikely to be too high."

Harvey Weinstein leaned back in his seat, his palms resting on his round belly.

“So you at Miramax have no interest in this movie?”

"Haha, it's not this movie that I'm interested in, but Link. He has great potential, and I hope to work with him sooner."

Harvey Weinstein laughed.

Robert Shea's mouth twitched. They are all old foxes. They are trying to play a Trojan Horse trick on me.

Empty empty empty~

The evening of the 21st.

The strange sound came again.

The heroine suddenly got up in the middle of the night, stood by the bed and stared at the hero for more than an hour without moving.

More than an hour later, the heroine sleepwalked downstairs.

The male protagonist woke up and went downstairs to look for him. Shortly after he left the bedroom, a shrill roar was heard downstairs.

First, Mika called out to Katie, asking the monster to let Katie go, and then Katie called out to Mika.

After three or four seconds, there was deathly silence outside.

"what happened?"

In the audience, many people wanted to see what was happening outside.

But I was also afraid that something scary would suddenly come in from outside the door.

I had to cover my eyes with my hands, leaving a gap to observe outside the door.

Bang dong!

Bang dong!

Bang dong!

Two or three seconds later, there were empty footsteps on the stairs.

The sound was getting closer and closer to the bedroom door, and the footsteps were becoming clearer and clearer.

"what?"

"Is the evil spirit coming out?"

As the audience was looking at something coming in from the door in fear, something was suddenly thrown in with a whoosh and hit the camera lens steadily.

"what!!"

Many people in the audience screamed in fright.

"Fuck! I'm scared to death!"

Quentin hugged Lawrence Bender beside him and cursed.

"It's Katie!"

"She turned into a monster."

The audience exclaimed in shock. "What happened?"

Quentin asked, his eyes closed.

Lawrence Bender and Steve Soderbergh ignored him.

Quentin opened his eyes slightly and looked at the screen, only to see Katie standing in front of the door with her long black hair loose, her white T-shirt stained with blood.

Puff~Puff~
Katie took two stiff steps and came to the body of the actor, lying on his neck. When she raised her head again, she stared at the camera lens with blood on her face, opened her bloody mouth, and rushed towards the camera.

"what!!"

Many people in the audience were so frightened that they leaned back and covered their eyes with their hands.

Even the braver Steven Soderbergh, Scott Rudin, and Will Roger subconsciously turned their heads away, unable to bear to look directly at it.

The movie ended and a few lines of text appeared on the screen.

It is said that Katie's whereabouts are unknown afterwards. If anyone finds Katie, please call the film company and the company will give a reward.

Below is a photo of Cardi, along with the phone number for Guess What Pictures.

As the movie ended, the light on the screen dimmed and all the lights on the ceiling of the theater lit up.

Clap clap clap!

There was silence for a few seconds, and then the audience erupted into warm applause and cheers.

"Link, great job."

"Link, this movie is great."

Jerome Preston, Steven Soderbergh and others stood up and clapped.

"Thank you!"

Link walked from the back to the front, accepted everyone's congratulations, and talked to those who gathered around him.

"It's OK, just average, a little novel, but not that scary."

In the audience, Quentin shrugged his shoulders with a slightly disdainful expression.

"Can you get off me before you say that? What's wrong with you? You crawl into my arms when you're scared. You're not a woman."

Lawrence Bender pushed Quentin in disgust.

Quentin looked at where he was and found that he was on Lawrence Bender's legs. No wonder he felt so safe and not afraid at all.

"Hey, Lawrence, why are you hugging me? If you're scared, just close your eyes. It would be so embarrassing if others saw you hugging me."

"You know how embarrassing it is, get off quickly. Wait, why are your pants wet? God, are you scared to pee?"

"I, this is not, this is definitely not urine, it's mineral water. I just drank mineral water and accidentally spilled it on my pants. I swear, this is definitely not urine. This kind of crappy movie is also trying to scare me to pee? Absolutely impossible."

Quentin picked up the bottle of mineral water on the chair and began to argue anxiously.

Lawrence Bender didn't smell any urine, didn't see any water stains on his pants, and didn't care whether the wet marks on Quentin's pants were urine. He walked to the front to congratulate Link and congratulated him on making a good movie.

Quentin looked to the side, picked up Steven Soderbergh's coat that had been placed on the seat and wrapped it around his waist.

Just as I was about to go to the front, I suddenly saw Richard Zanuck next to me shaking as he stood up, holding his chest.

"Richard, Richard, what's wrong with you? Doctor, we need a doctor here."

Scott Rudin shouted from the audience.

"Don't shout, don't shout. I'm fine. I just got up too quickly and my heart is not feeling well. I just need to rest for a while. I wasn't scared by the movie."

The gray-haired Richard Zanuck covered his chest with his hands and frowned tightly.

"It's already this late, and you're still caring about that. Doctor, we need a doctor here."

"Where's the doctor? Link, Mr. Richard Zanuck has had a heart attack. Get the doctor here."

Quentin yelled excitedly.

Richard Zanuck closed his eyes and almost fainted.

Link was startled when he heard someone calling for a doctor. Originally, inviting the doctor here was just a gimmick to provide material for media reports in the future, but he didn't expect it to really come in handy.

He quickly asked Liu Xiaoli to call a doctor over.

Fortunately, Richard Zanuck had heart medication with him.

After taking a heart-saving pill and receiving simple treatment, Richard Zanuck was helped out of the screening room.

A false alarm.

Link wiped his sweat, thinking that he should not have invited older people to the preview.

When the movie is released in the future, we should also do a good job of publicity in advance to remind people with heart disease, high blood pressure and other diseases not to watch this movie.

　Thanks to 'Qi Guan Jin Hong' and 'Book Friend No. 57907' for their rewards.

　　
　
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