Hollywood Director 1992

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Late at night on the 20th, past two in the morning, the strange sound came again from outside the open door.

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

"God! The evil spirit is here!"

"Mika, save her!"

Another scream erupted in the room, and many people covered their eyes, not daring to stare at the screen, especially not daring to stare at the dark doorway.

Quentin kept his eyes tightly closed, gritted his teeth, and his body trembled non-stop.

"You're so scared, why don't you go out first? You're not the only one leaving, no one will laugh at you."

Steven Soderbergh said.

"Scared? Who's scared? This kind of horror movie can scare me?"

Quentin said disdainfully.

"Then can you let go of me first?"

Steven raised his arm, his wrist tightly grasped by Quentin's large hand, leaving several obvious finger marks on his skin after Quentin released it.

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

Quentin released his hand embarrassedly.

Steven shook his head and rubbed his sore arm.

"Link is really amazing, two actors, a house, and he made such a scary movie, not bad, not bad."

In a seat not far away, Robert Shaye squinted at the screen.

"The production is still a bit rough, the camera shakes a lot, the audience will feel very uncomfortable, also, this kind of shooting method is too novel, the audience may not accept it, the box office results probably won't be too high."

Harvey Weinstein leaned back in his chair, his hands on his round belly.

"So Miramax isn't interested in this movie?"

"Haha, what I value isn't this movie, but Link, he has great potential, I hope to work with him sooner rather than later."

Harvey Weinstein laughed.

Robert Shaye's mouth twitched, all old foxes, trying to play Trojan Horse tactics with me.

Whoosh, whoosh…

Night of the 21st.

The strange sound descended again.

The heroine suddenly got out of bed in the middle of the night, stood by the bed staring at the hero, motionless for more than an hour.

More than an hour later, the heroine sleepwalked downstairs.

The hero woke up and went downstairs to look for her. Not long after the hero left the bedroom, a shrill roar came from downstairs.

First, Mika shouted at Katie, telling the monster to let Katie go, then Katie shouted at Mika.

Three or four seconds later, the outside became deathly silent.

"What happened?"

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

But they were also afraid that something terrifying would suddenly come in from outside the door.

They had no choice but to cover their eyes with their hands, leaving some gaps to observe outside the door.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Two or three seconds later, the 'whoosh, whoosh' sound of footsteps came from the stairs.

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

"What?"

"Is the evil spirit coming out?"

Just as the audience was trembling with fear, watching to see what would come in from outside the door, with a whoosh, something was suddenly thrown in, steadily hitting the camera lens.

"Ah!!!"

Many people in the audience screamed in fright.

"F*ck! You scared me to death!"

Quentin hugged Lawrence Bender beside him and cursed.

"It's Katie!"

"She's turned into a monster."

The audience exclaimed in unison.

"What happened?"

Quentin asked with his eyes closed.

Lawrence Bender and Steve Soderbergh ignored him.

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

Thump, thump…

Katie walked stiffly for two steps, came to the hero's body, lay on the hero's neck, and when she raised her head again, she stared at the camera lens with a face full of blood, opening her bloody mouth and lunging towards the camera.

"Ah!!!"

Many people in the audience leaned back strategically in fright, covering their eyes with their hands.

Even Steven Soderbergh, Scott Rudin, Will Rogers, and others, who were usually bolder, subconsciously turned their heads away, unable to bear to look directly.

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

It said that Katie's whereabouts were unknown after the fact, and asked anyone who found Katie to call the film company, and the company would give a reward.

Below was a photo of Katie, and the phone number of Guess Who Pictures.

No mistakes, a first, a first, a first, a content, a look, a look!

As the movie ended, the light on the screen dimmed, and the lights on the ceiling of the screening room all came on.

Clap, clap, clap!

After a few seconds of silence, a burst of warm applause and cheers erupted from the audience.

"Link, well done!"

"Link, this movie is very good!"

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

"Thank you!"

Link walked from the back to the front stage to accept everyone's congratulations, and also talked with the people who surrounded him.

"It's okay, just so-so, a bit novel, but not that scary."

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

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

Lawrence Bender pushed Quentin away in disgust.

Quentin looked at his position and realized that he was actually on Lawrence Bender's lap. No wonder he felt so safe just now and wasn't scared at all.

"Huh, Lawrence, why are you holding me? If you're scared, just close your eyes. It's embarrassing for others to see you holding me."

"You know it's embarrassing, get down quickly. Wait, why are your pants wet? God, were you scared into peeing?"

"Me, this, this isn't, this is definitely not pee, it's mineral water, I accidentally spilled mineral water on my pants just now, I swear, it's definitely not pee, this kind of crappy movie wants to scare me into peeing? Absolutely impossible."

Quentin picked up the mineral water bottle from the chair and hurriedly defended himself, his face red with anxiety.

Lawrence Bender didn't smell any urine, and didn't see any water stains on his own pants, so he stopped caring whether the wet marks on Quentin's pants were pee or not, and walked to the front to congratulate Link, congratulating him on making a good movie.

Quentin looked to the side, picked up Steven Soderbergh's jacket from the seat and wrapped it around his waist.

Just as he was about to go to the front, he suddenly saw Richard Zanuck next door swaying and clutching his chest as he stood up.

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

In the audience, Scott Rudin shouted.

"Don't shout, don't shout, I'm fine, it's just that I got up too fast, my heart feels a little uncomfortable, I'll be fine after a rest, I wasn't scared by the movie."

Richard Zanuck, with his gray hair, clutched his chest, his brows furrowed tightly.

"It's come to this, and you still care about that. Doctor, we need a doctor here."

"Doctor, doctor, where are you! Link, Mr. Richard Zanuck has been scared into a heart attack, quickly get the doctor!"

Quentin shouted excitedly.

Richard Zanuck closed his eyes, almost fainting from anger.

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

He hurriedly asked Liu Xiaoli to bring the doctor over.

Fortunately, Richard Zanuck carried medicine for heart disease with him.

After taking the nitroglycerin pills and receiving simple treatment, Richard Zanuck was helped out of the screening room.

It was a false alarm.

Link wiped his sweat, knowing that he shouldn't have invited older people to attend the screening.

When the movie is released in the future, he should also do some publicity in advance to remind people with heart disease, high blood pressure, and other diseases not to come and see this movie.

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