Hollywood: Great Directors Starting with Saw

The old white man is standing in front of the seat, gushing about the entire plot of the Batman Dark Knight, in his mouth, the Batman Dark Knight is simply a big bad movie.

There is nothing to praise.

Unbeknownst to him, other critics had left his side.

Two strong security guards slowly approached the old white man's side, and when the old white man was unaware, they firmly restrained his hand.

Then he took him hostage and walked out.

The old white man suddenly woke up, and said in a panic:

"What are you going to do, I am a well-known film critic of the Times in New York City, you actually do this to me, I will expose your behavior in the daily newspaper."

"Fellow colleagues, are you just looking at me like this? Warner is also too much! Don't you let people express their opinions? The

old white man shouted, but no one present paid attention to it.

Just because he doesn't know how to be bad doesn't mean that others don't understand the rules.

Film critics who can come to this kind of scene also have a little status in the outside world, and they mix this scene two or three times a little more low-key.

It also understands what film critics should do after becoming famous.

However, this old white man, who has not long become famous, does not know the rules in this, and puts his status too high.

At the screening held by a large company like Warner, he actually dared to make such a big statement.

Being kicked out is actually quite normal.

After seeing that no one paid attention, the old white man became even more embarrassed.

As a middle-aged man in his forties, after losing his job, he finally got the love of some fans by virtue of his film reviews that he likes to watch movies and can always make sharp remarks.

This became famous in one fell swoop and became a well-known film critic.

He thought he would be valued by all studios.

I never expected that the first screening of a large company would be kicked out by the security guards.

Instantly, anger surged in his heart, and the old white man said with great momentum again:

"I want to expose Warner's disrespectful attitude towards well-known film critics in the newspaper, and I want to give the Dark Knight the biggest bad comment in the media."

Warner's executives, who were not going to pay attention to him, were ready to let the security guard take him out and teach him a lesson.

I didn't expect this person to be so ignorant.

The chubby executive came to the old white man, his face was full of murder, and he said unceremoniously:

"If you don't want to accept your manuscript in the future, I advise you not to do it."

"After all, we are Warner, and I hope you can think about this."

The old white man, who was originally extremely angry, changed his face several times after hearing this.

In the end, it seems to have figured out Warner's position.

Only then did he give up the struggle and was obediently dragged out the door by the security guard.

The fat executive turned his head to look at everyone present and smiled, first clapped his hands, attracting the attention of others, and then said

in a loud voice: "Everyone, the movie is over, you can go to receive your own gifts, here, as a representative of Warner, I also hope that you, in the next major newspapers and media, will make efforts to tell the audience your truest views on the Batman Dark Knight."

Some critics chimed in.

"Batman, The Dark Knight is definitely a masterpiece of a masterpiece, Warner has made another good movie, I will make the fairest evaluation in the press."

"This is definitely the best movie in the last ten years, and I will definitely publish my truest thoughts in the press."

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The first batch of eighty or so film critics with relatively ordinary fame left one after another.

What they get is about the same amount of public relations expenses between $10,000 and $20,000, and the specific amount is determined by the critic's own fame and the fame and sales of the newspapers and magazines in which the film reviews are published.

After arranging these people, the fat executive ordered the assistant next to him to send the old white man 10,000 US dollars.

Only then did I go back and communicate with the top twenty or so film critics.

Although film critic is a parasite-like profession, he has a good status at the top level.

The public expenses of these top film critics are not one to twenty thousand dollars.

It's five to a hundred thousand dollars.

A movie is five to one hundred thousand dollars, and after a year, I encounter several invitations from large film companies and write several film reviews, which is hundreds of thousands of dollars in income.

In this era, it belongs to the absolute rich class.

Of course, such film critics, if it were not for the real good movie, the film company would not invest so much.

These critics alone will spend more than two million dollars in public relations expenses.

This is definitely not a small amount, and it is possible to make a small-cost movie.

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Outside the theater, the old white man was walking out with a sad face.

Just became famous, swelled such a wave, and was immediately educated by Warner.

Only at this time did he understand the survival path of well-known film critics, if you want to make money, kneeling and licking these Hollywood giants is the best choice.

Unfortunately, he seemed to wake up a little late.

I don't know if Warner will take any action against him later.

Just as he left with a sad face, a man who had just stood next to the fat executive quickly came to his side.

"

This is your gift as a well-known film critic to participate in the Batman Dark Knight movie screening, take it away, and pay attention to the next remarks published in the press."

"Warner will continue to pay attention to you."

With that, he handed an envelope to the old white man and turned to leave.

The old white man took the envelope with a confused look, opened it, and exclaimed:

"Ten thousand dollars!"

The original sadness on the old white man's face instantly disappeared and turned into ecstasy.

This time, it was his first time as a famous film critic to participate in the screening of a big film company, and before that, no one had ever told him about the so-called gifts of the big company.

It was actually a direct payment, and it was still 10,000 US dollars.

You know, when he went to work before he lost his job, his monthly salary was only about two thousand dollars, and he had to spend hundreds of dollars on commercial medical insurance.

And this is still a must-buy expense, medical care in the United States is never cheap, without commercial medical insurance, a serious illness can completely destroy a family.

As a result, his family never had any dollar balance.

The film critic's job can only bring him a few hundred dollars a month, which is tantamount to stretching for the family.

Such an income completely destroyed his psychological defenses.

What self-esteem of literati, in front of these three or two smelly money, it is not worth mentioning.

Picked up the money and put it in his pocket, drew another hundred dollar bill, waved his hand with a proud face, and stopped the taxi driver on the side of the road.

The old white man Vic had a rich expression on his face, and said generously:

"Go to No. 13 Rick Street, this hundred dollars is yours."

The driver had a joyful look on his face, and showed a hint of envy to Vic with the expression of looking at the high roller.