Movie Master

The lights in the screening room of the Chinese Theater dimmed slowly, and Emerson couldn't help but feel emotionally surging. The mixture of anticipation and excitement made him fidget and twist his body, but his eyes were fixed on the big screen motionlessly. , lest my negligence miss any detail.

There were still trivial discussions around, and the heat and noise in the air still hadn't completely settled down, but none of this affected Emerson. He concentrated on looking at the big screen in front of him, and then he saw the big screen in front of him. In the iconic opening title, the blood rushes towards the heart in an instant, and when the excitement reached the extreme, he began to calm down, and he had to let himself concentrate on the movie.

The melodious saxophone came unexpectedly, there was no list of actors, no introduction of producers and directors, not even the title of the movie, and the movie started directly, which caused muffled restlessness from the audience, obviously no one This is expected. But Emerson entered the style of the 1960s with that graceful jazz, elegant but with a touch of turmoil.

In the black-and-white picture, a red dress curled forward, and the strong visual impact took everyone's breath away. Emerson stared with wide eyes and held his breath, watching the red skirt fluttering in the strong wind in amazement, It only took fifteen seconds for Emerson to enter this magical world.

I'll hold her till she dies. I'll never know what she's running from. Tomorrow morning I'll collect the bounty.

Handsome man, flirtatious woman, romantic melody, dim lights, swaying rain. Just when everyone thought that this would be a romantic love sprout, the man suddenly killed the woman, and knelt and sat in the light rain with the alluring red figure in his arms, waiting for the vivid red to slowly fall silent. The color fades away little by little. Sparsely dripping raindrops made ripples in the accumulated water on the ground, like a fresh little poem, and the charming saxophone melody added a touch of beauty, but the man's words were so cold, like A sharp sword pierced deeply into the heart of the audience.

Emerson stared at the big screen dumbfounded, not only because of the vivid visual effects, but also because of the poetic but icy darkness, everything caught people off guard. Shocking and wonderful.

In three minutes, Lance completed the most beautiful, cruelest, most unique and most romantic opening in the history of film in just three minutes. There was no sound in the entire projection hall, and the trivial restlessness completely disappeared. Everyone stared at the big screen dumbfounded, and their brains lost all their ability to respond.

But Emerson knew that this was just the beginning.

This is indeed the case. When Emerson saw Hardigan raising his pistol, he shot off little Roger's right hand, and the whole right hand was cut off directly, leaving only a large pile of fluorescent white blood; Little Roger's lower body slowly seeped out a ball of liquid. Comic-style processing effects, complete black and white color contrast, graffiti-like liquid presentation, dramatic performance style... Emerson has been completely at a loss for words, and he can't find the right language to describe the visual shock, even Even the soul began to tremble slightly, that kind of wonderful movie-watching experience excluded all distracting thoughts, and all thoughts were maintained on the big screen showing the magic in front of us.

Compared with the visual effects, what is more shocking is this story from Sin City, a story that wanders between reality and fantasy. Thirteen minutes, but only thirteen minutes, Emerson understood the meaning of the Welcome to Your City of Sin campaign, and he finally understood Lance's hard conscience.

Thirteen minutes seems to tell the story of a police/police rescue of a kidnapped girl, but the detailed elaboration shows Lance's script skills.

From Hardigan's partner Bob, we can learn that Hardigan is a dirty policeman, and his daughter died accidentally because of his greed and negligence. So far, Hardigan still blames himself for this, even at the expense of Betrayed Bob—the so-called betrayal means refusing to accept bribes and refusing to let go of Little Roger's case, so it is bound to be investigated to the end.

It turned out that Roger Jr. was the son of a senator with a high position and authority, but Roger Jr. had a special hobby of molestation/pedophilia, so he kept abducting underage girls and boys. Bob accepted the bribe and decided to turn a blind eye, but Hardigan suddenly decided to become a hero, wanting to bring Roger Jr. to justice and save the kidnapped Nancy. Even if Bob tried to convince his partner that Nancy was an ignorant girl, Roger Jr. would not have been able to kidnap her if she hadn't done it herself, so Bob wanted Hardigan to let him go.

However, Hardigan insisted on going his own way.

In the end, Hardigan crippled Little Roger, but was also wounded by Bob. Large swaths of blood bloomed like proudly blooming flowers, covering Hardigan's shoulders, arms, chest and abdomen, which made Hardigan Leaning tiredly on the pier. Nancy was saved, but Hardigan slowly closed his eyes.

This is real Sin City, where everyone is a villain, so is Nancy the victim, and Hardigan the hero, not to mention Roger Jr. and Bob. Even the man and woman in the first act. No one can be an exception, and the evil that penetrates into the bone marrow permeates a powerful force in the black and white images, shaking Emerson's thoughts.

Oh. There was a burst of exclamation, which made Emerson frowned slightly. He didn't like to be disturbed while watching a movie, especially the Sin City that seemed to have profound connotations. The lenses are worth savoring carefully. But Emerson also has to admit that the picture in front of him is really too visually impactful.

Beast and Beauty.

Not in the literal sense, but in the real sense, what appears on the screen is the beast and the beauty. Muffle with a ferocious face, Goldie as beautiful as a flower; muscular as a cow, smooth and satin skin; a body full of scars, a delicate face with blond hair and red lips... The strong chemical effect brought by the sharp contrast burst out in an instant, It makes the mouth dry and the heart surging.

Chloe couldn't help swallowing her saliva. Even as a girl, she couldn't resist the violent collision brought by the movie screen. She couldn't help but look away and looked left and right, but found that everyone around her was not moving. Locking on the big screen firmly, the amazement and shock reflected in the eyes have gradually faded, imprinted in the depths of the soul, and only the full concentration is left.

Bright red, brilliant gold, and rich black are like a naughty child who broke the palette and ran wildly on a black canvas, swaying ostentatious lines, the dazzling red and bright gold mixed in the Together, they flow down smoothly like silk, and the surrounding smoky black is gently surging. The giant in the darkness is trying to support the heavy night, but the broad shoulders seem to be overwhelmed. The imaginative shot Integrate all the colors and lines into a breathtaking work of art.

Following in the footsteps of Muffle, the face of Sin City is revealed little by little, filthy alleys, lawless bars, politicians in control of the dark empire, law enforcement agencies and dark forces in collusion, vicious perverted killers, scheming prostitutes /Female, the bishop who aided the evil... The corruption and sin permeated every corner of the city, and even the blood had turned black.

Marve and Goldie fell in love, and she gave him unprecedented warmth. However, after waking up, Marve found that Goldie lying next to him had been killed, and he was facing murder charges. Fueled by anger and vengeance, Murphy tries to find out who's behind the scenes. But he encountered many obstacles, and the truth of the matter slowly revealed its original face amidst bloodshed and killings: the bishop who was hiding behind the murderer used the prostitute's devotion to faith to help the cruel and ruthless Kevin. Killed one low, poor, lowly whore after another, and then watched Kevin turn these people into his own food.

In the minimalist black and white picture, the red blood seems to be the only language of the lens, the pain seeping out slowly, the blood splashing vigorously, and the forbearance suppressed under the wound...In the cruel and calm lens, The only touch of color stretched the emotions to the extreme, clearly and profoundly outlining the true emotions of every picture and every detail, which firmly bound Chloe's brain and could not be freed.

Chloe could only feel her blood spurting and her heart beating wildly. When she saw Muffle with bloody hands finally succeeding in revenge, she actually felt an unspeakable pleasure.

The entire auditorium fell into silence. Kevin's limbs were sawed off and tied to the tree trunk bloody. Muffle just stood by quietly, waiting for the wolf attracted by the smell of blood. The pack watched as the wolves tore and devoured Kevin bit by bit, tortured Kevin to death alive.

But, what was even more frightening was that Kevin didn't yell from the beginning to the end.

In the black and white picture, only a cartoon silhouette showed the whole process, without any extra blood, but it still made Chloe shudder, and the fear stirred up from the depths of his soul slowly spread. She couldn't tell whether she was afraid of Muffle, Kevin, or Sin City who rationalized all of this.

Soon, Chloe understood.

You can scream as much as you want. Muffle slowly tortured the bishop to death. The bishop, who was in trouble with Kevin, strangled the bishop's throat with his own hands, and the splash of bright red blood made Mafo The distorted face looked hideous and terrifying.

The police/policemen broke in, they raised their guns and shot Ma Fu, and then took him back, and revived Mu Fu who was on the verge of life and death; then they tried to beat Ma Fu into a trick, and even threatened to kill Ma Fu Fu's mother, but Ma Fu still refused to admit that the gushing blood had no color, as if it had no temperature; finally the Pope stood up and pushed all unwarranted charges on Ma Fu, including those who disappeared between Kevin and life on the hands of the bishop.

No one would trust Muffle with blood on his hands.

So, he was sent to the electric chair. Remaining in his lifeless eyes is still the red big/bed that he and Goldie kept warm.