America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 487 The Most Reckless Thing in History

As Ted left the Metropolitan Theatre, he felt unsatisfied. When was the last time he had seen such an exciting action movie?

He thought for a moment and remembered—it was Martin's "Wanted"!

The entire film doesn't give the villains a chance to talk nonsense; if they can be killed, they won't utter a single word!

Just like Martin's action scenes, clean, crisp, and to the point, without any unnecessary dragging!

Makala, standing next to him, looked on with a lovesick expression: "Martin is so handsome! He'll be my idol from now on!"

This incredibly cool movie completely captivated her.

Ted nodded repeatedly: "This is the benchmark for action movies! Every punch feels real, every move is deadly, every shot is a headshot!"

Those long-winded action movies have the nerve to make the protagonist a killer or agent?

What are the basic standards for a qualified assassin or secret agent? No nonsense!

On the way out of Lincoln Center, Makara took out her iPhone and checked the latest news about "John Wick" online, and also gave the film a 9 out of 10 on IMDb.

Martin's incredibly cool appearance alone deserves this score.

On the night of its premiere, the "John Wick" section on IMDb was flooded with positive reviews from moviegoers.

"Martin is the only one in all of Hollywood who can be this cool and sophisticated!"

"Watch Martin shoot and kill Russian spies in real life, kick them in the groin, lock their throats, gouge their eyes, and blow their heads off with bottled Coke. Then watch the movie, it's exactly the same cool!"

"Martin's skills are really impressive, especially the protagonist Jonathan. It's not so much that Martin himself endowed Jonathan with such strength. With his beautiful skills and sharp suit, Martin reminds us of the Coca-Cola warrior from Santa Monica Pier! Also, when the protagonist Jonathan used a bottle of Coca-Cola to blow the head off a Russian mob boss, everyone in the theater had a knowing smile on their face."

"It exploded! I exploded on the spot! Even the power of a nuclear weapon explosion can't compare to Martin Scorsese's charisma in this film!"

When Martin returned to the Hilton Hotel where he was staying, a news story became a hot topic on the internet.

"The most reckless thing ever done in history: killing Jonathan's dog!"

This has led to the emergence of related topics.

"There's one thing you should never mess with in Hollywood, and that's Martin Scorsese's dogs!"

The creativity of movie fans is boundless, and soon others will follow suit.

"Three things you absolutely shouldn't mess with in the film industry: Jason Statham's package, Liam Neeson's daughter, and Martin Davis's dog!"

There is no doubt that the production team and Warner Bros. were stirring things up behind the scenes, and the post-screening promotion was fully launched.

In a luxury suite at the Hilton Hotel, Martin was preparing to go to the room Taylor had mentioned when there was a knock on the door.

Bruce looked through the peephole and said, "Taylor Swift."

Martin nodded. "Let her in."

Taylor carried the guitar case into Martin's room.

Bruce nodded to her and left on his own.

Taylor locked the door behind her and asked, "I've been waiting for you. Why haven't you come over?"

Martin said, "I just got back, so I need to take a shower and change my clothes."

Taylor plopped down on the armrest of the sofa, opened his guitar case, took out his acoustic guitar, and said, "Which song do you want to hear first?"

Martin leaned against a pillar, scrutinizing her closely, and asked, "You wrote several songs for me?"

"To be precise, it's two songs. One of them was recently written after I had a burst of inspiration in Los Angeles." Taylor's eyes were particularly captivating as she moved, clearly showing that she had been specially trained, as if she were saying, "Come on over."

She said with a smile, "The other one only has a few syllables. I only wrote down the simple tones and interjections because I ran out of inspiration and never finished writing the rest."

Martin wondered to himself, "Are these interjections serious? They're not some kind of 'God,' are they?"

Taylor appeared helpless and frustrated: "The lack of creative inspiration is fatal for a singer-songwriter like me, so I need you to inject some inspiration so I can finish the second song."

Martin said, "Let's sing the first song first. Once I get a feel for it, I can help you inject inspiration."

"You want to feel it?" Taylor asked, first surprised, then blinking rapidly, and said, "I understand!"

Martin didn't know what she had figured out either.

Taylor stood up, put down his acoustic guitar, took off his coat, and in less than half a minute, he transformed himself into a newborn.

Taylor sat on the sofa opposite Martin, started playing his acoustic guitar, and said, "You should be with me. This is dedicated to my Martin."

As she spoke, she crossed her legs and sang a typical country pop song.

"You're on the phone with your girlfriend, and she's really upset, harping on what you said... She's wearing a skirt, and I'm wearing a t-shirt; she's the cheerleader captain, and I'm stuck standing in the stands... You should be with me!"

Just like performing on stage, when Taylor Swift sang, her two long legs frequently spread apart, changing the position of their overlapping.

Martin listened to the songs and admired the scenery, and soon he was inspired.

After Taylor finished singing the song, he asked, "Do I sound like a jerk?"

Taylor let out a crisp laugh: "Isn't that so?"

Martin made no attempt to defend himself, saying, "It's a really good song, I feel like it could be on Billboard."

Taylor, however, wouldn't let go of the previous topic: "You don't want to be a jerk, is there a good way?"

She put down her acoustic guitar, walked over, and hooked her arm around Martin's neck: "How about breaking up with Elizabeth Olsen? Be my boyfriend."

Martin pulled her hand away, took two steps back, and said, "Taylor, we agreed that it was just about inspiring creativity, nothing else."

Taylor tentatively stepped back and said, "Help me promote this song."

"No problem." Martin is very particular about this, and as he said before, "This is a song I asked you to write."

Taylor walked to the stereo, found a dance CD, inserted it, and turned on the music: "I've been practicing dancing for the past six months to prepare for the concert. See how I dance."

During the dance music, Taylor, who wasn't wearing a dance costume, started to sway her body.

Not long after, the music stopped, and Taylor started singing a song composed of interjections and phrases like "God" and "Fark," but it was always the same few lines over and over, clearly showing a lack of creative inspiration.

Martin's enthusiasm for people's work inspired Taylor's creativity time and time again that night, finally giving her new lines beyond simple lyrics.

But to truly complete this song, it wouldn't be possible in one, two, or even three nights.

The following morning, an exhausted Taylor was taken back to her room by Martin to catch up on sleep. Martin went out early to participate in the recording of an NBC program with the main cast and crew to further promote the film.

John Wick has already premiered, and Rotten Tomatoes has lifted the embargo, collecting nearly 80 professional reviews with a freshness rating of 89%, which is a huge positive for an R-rated action film.

Positive reviews mostly focused on Martin's performance and the coherent and brilliant action scenes, while negative reviews were mostly directed at the dramatic scenes and themes, such as the weak dramatic scenes and the lack of depth in the themes.

Commercial action movies don't care about these kinds of negative reviews.

On IMDb, thanks to Martin's involvement, the unbanned rating is as high as 8.9.

Martin Scorsese fans, as well as action movie enthusiasts, practically raved about the film.

Cinema Score collected audience ratings from the premiere, with an average score of A!

While not as good as the Dark Knight, it is still a top-tier standard.

In the realm of commercial films, there aren't many that have received better reviews than The Dark Knight.

Of course, there were also criticisms. For example, Richard Brody, a film critic for The New Yorker, gave both John Wick and Martin Scorsese one star in his column's total five-star rating.

The comments were anything but polite.

"Martin Davis, who just won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor, is really disappointing. His new film has no artistic pursuit whatsoever. Apart from fighting and killing, there is no content. It is an empty and gloomy film. His career is nothing more than this."

But in contrast, the midnight screenings of "John Wick" were sold out!

Chad's first film as a director was released, and even though he knew it would be a critical and commercial success, he was still incredibly nervous.

In the darkness, he went alone to a small, inconspicuous cinema nearby, bought a ticket, and entered the theater showing "John Wick" at midnight.

Standing in the last row, Chad looked around and saw a dense crowd of people.

Fully booked!

Chad sat in the last row like an ordinary audience member, quietly watching the movie with the other moviegoers.

Only in this way can he feel at ease.

What's reliable than what you see with your own eyes, whether it's from reports or online reviews?

The screening room remained very quiet, and Chad didn't see a single person go to the restroom until the very end of the film.

There wasn't a single dull moment!

When Martin blows a villain's head off with a Coke bottle, it's like throwing O'Neal into a calm lake—the water explodes with a bang.

The audience cheered wildly, with hundreds chanting in unison, "Cola God of War! Cola God of War!"

Similarly, when the film ended, the atmosphere exploded once again, with cheers erupting continuously.

Applause broke out from somewhere, and the entire screening room erupted in applause reminiscent of a premiere, which lasted for a long time.

At that moment, Chad's mind went blank, seemingly unaware of what had happened, but he was certain that he and the entire creative team had created something incredibly cool!

The audience likes it, and nothing is more important than that.

After the movie ended, Chad sat alone in the corner of the theater until everyone had left before he got up and slowly walked out.

Pulling out the iPhone Martin had given him, he excitedly called everyone on the team: "Guys, we fucking did it!"

Menez, who was trying to persuade Celine Dion, said after receiving the phone call, "Isn't it normal to succeed by following Boss Martin?"

Chad stood by the roadside, leaning against a lamppost, laughing heartily. The release of pressure was so exhilarating that he could barely straighten his back.

He called Martin again, and the person on the other end answered, asking, "Chad?"

Hearing the heavy breathing, Chad quickly said, "It's alright."

Just after hanging up the phone, Chad saw a clown in front of him, dressed in a black suit similar to Jonathan's. Thinking he was there for an autograph, he instinctively reached for his pen.

"Don't move!" The clown pulled a small revolver from his pocket: "Give me your phone."

Chad obediently handed over the phone.

The clown successfully robbed the place and ran away.

(End of this chapter)