Made in Hollywood

Pushing open the car door, James? Holmes carried a worn-out long backpack with an AR-15 rifle in it. He slightly adjusted the backpack, left the parking lot, and walked in unimpeded by the bright lights. Santa Monica Galleria.

It's past midnight, and there aren't many people in the commercial square. Even if I met a few, I didn't feel strange when I saw James Holmes' weird clown costume. There are too many similar costumes tonight. People are here.

Before nine o'clock in the evening, James? Holmes walked into the Santa Monica Commercial Plaza, chose the theater and the movie hall for hands-on, at this time without any hesitation, walked through the long corridor, and directly entered the In the open cinema.

There were not many people in the front hall of the theater. The Dark Knight Rises had already started for nearly 30 minutes, and most of the movie fans had already rushed to the theater.

The staff standing behind the ticket office glanced at James? Holmes, then lowered his head and continued to busy himself with his work. In his eyes, this was just an ordinary fanatic.

As a high-achieving student who graduated from a prestigious university with a master's degree, James? Attention, he quickly left this corridor and turned into the safe passage next to him. After looking around, he untied his backpack, took out an AR-15 rifle from it, and opened the safety.

Touching the Colt pistol under the purple jacket again, James Holmes strode towards the safety exit of an IMAX theater.

Standing outside the security door, he could hear the exciting soundtrack inside, which also made his blood boil even more.

Without much effort, James Holmes opened the security door, and entered the movie hall from the security exit in the form of a commando assault. His military training helped, and his movements were clean and crisp, without attracting the audience's attention at all.

No one noticed him either, and the entire audience was enthralled by the screening of The Dark Knight Rises.

Perhaps by coincidence, James Holmes entered theaters just as the first shootout in The Dark Knight Rises began.

James? Holmes took out the prepared tear gas. Pulling out the safety pin, he threw it towards the center of the cinema hall, then raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed at the nearest few people, using the burst shooting technique in shooting, easily causing them to burst into brilliant blood.

Gunshots rang out, still unnoticed, and Jessica Garvey heard the gunshots. She thought it was just the sound effect of the film, until the choking smoke came and the screams of horror sounded. She, who had experienced the shooting incident, realized that she had encountered such bad luck again.

Gunshots, screams, howling...these finally overwhelmed the sound of the film. Countless people ran for their lives in a panic, which led to a stampede.

Seeing blood spouting, hearing terrified howls, and seeing panicked crowds. James? Holmes was even more excited, and at this moment he felt like a clown. Although the great clown was murdered by fans of Batman, under the flame of his burning revenge, the clown has been reborn on him.

I'm the clown!

The gunshots were accompanied by James Holmes' grin. I am the clown! The clown is back!

The movie hall was too chaotic and there were too many people. James Holmes simply gave up burst shooting and started shooting with his AR-15 rifle. After being pinched, he escaped and fired at the crowd with a Colt pistol again and again.

Listening to the chaotic sounds around her, Jessica Garvey was already lying on the ground, with burning pains coming from her legs and head. Looking at the ceiling, she felt that the patterns on it were becoming more and more blurred, and there seemed to be something in her ears. A man was yelling at her to hang on.

There was darkness in front of her eyes. For some reason, Jessica Garvey suddenly thought of the Reaper Coming she had watched. She escaped in Toronto, but could she not escape the pursuit of Death in the end?

Then, she lost consciousness.

Before the safe exit, James Holmes had already emptied the magazine of his pistol. He knew that the theater must have called the police, and the police would arrive in a short time. The long passage quickly ran to the outside of the mall.

Maybe it was bad luck, or maybe it was fate. There was a problem with the retreat that James Holmes had investigated. A door in the business center was closed and locked because it was too late. He had to take a detour. , Back to the place where his car was, before he had time to start the car, several police cars surrounded him.

Against unarmed ordinary audiences, James Holmes is like a clown, but what about the police?

After all, reality is not a movie. James Holmes, who thought he was reborn as a clown, was handcuffed by several policemen before SWAT appeared and without any decent resistance.

I'm a clown!

James Holmes was still screaming frantically when he was stuffed into the police car.

Before the police car left the Santa Monica Commercial Plaza, a large number of reporters and paparazzi had already swarmed in, and soon heard the news of the Joker's massacre. In this Internet age, no one can suppress this kind of news. At least this kind of incident cannot be suppressed in this land.

Malibu, not far from Santa Monica, is extremely peaceful. The eye-shaped villa in the Duke’s Manor is completely dark. In the master bedroom on the top floor, Duke is already asleep. In his sleep, he seems to have flown to the other side of the Pacific Ocean and found the same life in yourself at this time.

At that time, he was already the person in charge of the pyrotechnics team of a moderately small crew. He wanted to become a director with great ambitions. He would first make some achievements in the TV drama industry, and then enter the film industry. Become a relatively successful film director.

If you can gain a certain amount of international popularity, it will be something that can wake you up with a smile.

Even at that time, he still had the dream of leading Chinese films to the world, but he was very clear that this dream could not be fulfilled by any one person.

Perhaps the dream turned into reality, and Duke suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes and looked to the side. Scarlett Johansson was fast asleep.

Turning to look at the dark window, Duke couldn't help thinking of the dream just now. If he was not in Hollywood but in China, he might be able to become a top member of this circle, but it is impossible to lead Chinese films to run rampant around the world.

He has seen a lot of people's sayings, such as copying Hollywood movies into Chinese movies.

Oh... This idea is very good, but cultural differences are more than just a simple talk. Even if cultural differences are ignored, this is a world where Western culture and values ​​are rampant. There is no outstanding industrial chain effect and no perfect broker system, no mature production system, no advanced special effects production industry, no strong financing environment...

These are definitely not something that one person can do.

Shaking his head, Duke let go of these thoughts, completely returned to reality, and changed his mind to a more realistic Hollywood.

Hollywood has developed smoothly for so many years, but it has actually encountered its ceiling-the North American market capacity cannot be further expanded.

In order to break through this ceiling, it is not difficult to find that Hollywood has started to do a lot of things. The international market is becoming more and more important to Hollywood, especially the ever-expanding Chinese market. Mirroring has become a standard configuration, and various marketing gimmicks are emerging in an endless stream.

At the same time, Hollywood is getting closer and closer to Silicon Valley, with Netflix, Amazon, and even Apple becoming Hollywood's partners.

From channel authorization, to content cooperation, to technological innovation, Silicon Valley, equipped with new technologies, is also influencing the development of Hollywood.

Of course, even if Hollywood has encountered its own ceiling, it is still the most developed film industry in the world.

Now many professional critics, unwilling to be lonely, have issued their own cry, believing that mature genre films and blockbuster models have become a kind of imprisonment for innovation. Hollywood is increasingly lacking in creativity and creative ability. The movie universe and its sequel movies have completely become the mainstream of Hollywood, while those movies with innovative themes or forms have failed miserably.

However, these people deliberately ignore that the fiasco of the so-called innovative films in terms of subject matter or form is not the choice of the film studio, but the choice of the market. To be precise, it is the choice of the audience themselves!

What mainstream audiences like to watch and what kind of movies they like to pay for, Hollywood will meet their requirements. If mainstream audiences like literary films, Duke can guarantee that there will not be many commercials in the summer movies in the next few years. With a big production, there will be a long line of literary films waiting to be released.

For a Hollywood film, the box office is only a part of the income. Almost everyone understands this, but some people ignore it. In this era, the box office is the basis for the subsequent income of the film.

The box office of the film was very hot, and the subsequent DVD, Internet and TV copyrights were all sold at high prices. Naturally, some people around the world bought it, and image licensing was a matter of course.

Can his DVD, Internet and TV rights be sold for a premium if a movie only makes a few million dollars at the box office?

Few of the merchants around this industry are fools, and the value of the dollar is constantly depreciating. Like some films, it takes more than ten years to sell peripherals to realize profits. The producers may not want to cry.

Just when Duke was thinking wildly and was about to fall asleep again, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The knock on the door woke Scarlett Johansson, who turned over and muttered, Who is it?

Apart from Emma, ​​the housekeeper, who came to knock on my door so late, it was Tina Fei who often lived in the Duke's manor. They must be looking for something urgent. (to be continued ~^~)

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