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Chapter 487 The most suicidal thing in history
After coming out of the Metropolitan Opera, Ted felt unsatisfied. When was the last time he saw such an exciting action movie?
He thought about it for a moment and remembered that it was Martin's "Wanted"!
The whole movie doesn't give the villain any chance to talk nonsense. If he can be killed right away, he will definitely not talk nonsense!
Just like Martin’s action scenes, clean and neat, straight to the point, without any drag!

Makala next to him looked like a fangirl: "Martin is so handsome, he will be my idol from now on!"

This cool movie completely conquered her.

Ted nodded repeatedly: "This is the benchmark of action movies, every punch hits the flesh, every move is fatal, and every shot hits the head!"

Do those long-winded action movies have the nerve to set the protagonist as a killer or an agent?
What are the basic criteria for a qualified killer or agent? No nonsense!
In the car leaving the Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts, Makara took out her iPhone and checked the latest news about "John Wick" on the Internet. By the way, she gave the film a score of 9 on IMDB.

Martin is worth this score just for his coolness.

On the night of the premiere, the "John Wick" section of IMDB was flooded with positive reviews from movie fans.

"Martin is the only person in Hollywood who is so cool and stylish!"

"Watching Martin shoot Russian spies in real life, kicking them in the crotch, locking their throats, gouging their eyes, and shooting them in the head with a bottle of Coke, and then watching it in the movie, it's exactly the same cool!
"Martin's skills are really strong, especially the protagonist Jonathan. It's better to say that Martin himself has endowed Jonathan with strength. With his beautiful skills and neat suit, Martin makes people think of the Coke God of War at the Santa Monica Pier! In addition, when the protagonist Jonathan used a bottle of Coke to blow up the head of a Russian gangster, everyone in the theater smiled knowingly."

"It exploded. I exploded right where I was. The power of a nuclear explosion is no match for Martin's charm in this film!"

By the time Martin returned to the Hilton Hotel where he was staying, a piece of news had become a hot topic on the Internet.

"The most suicidal thing ever, killing Jonathan's dog!"

Topics that evolved from this also began to emerge.

"There's one thing in Hollywood you can't mess with, and that's Martin's dog!"

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

"Three things you can't touch in the movie industry: Jason Statham's package, Liam Neeson's daughter, and Martin Davis' dog!"

There is no doubt that the crew and Warner Bros. fanned the flames behind the scenes, and the post-screening publicity was fully launched.

In the luxurious suite of the Hilton Hotel, Martin was about to go to the room Taylor mentioned when someone knocked on the door.

Bruce looked over to the peephole and said, "Taylor Swift."

Martin nodded: "Let her in."

Taylor entered Martin's room carrying his guitar case.

Bruce nodded at her and left on his own accord.

Taylor locked the door and asked, "I'm waiting for you, why don't you come over?"

Martin said: "I just came back, I have to take a shower and change 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, looked her over, and asked, "You wrote several songs for me?"

"Two songs to be exact. One was written recently after the burst of inspiration in Los Angeles." Taylor's eyes were particularly seductive as they moved, and were obviously specially designed and trained, as if to say, come over quickly.

She smiled and said, "The other one only has a few syllables. I only wrote simple tones and interjections. Because I ran out of inspiration, I never wrote the follow-up."

Martin thought, are these exclamations serious? Could they be God or something like that?

Taylor seemed helpless and helpless: "It's too terrible for a singer-songwriter like me to have no creative inspiration, so I need you to give me some inspiration so that I can finish the second song."

Martin said, "Sing the first song first. I can help you with inspiration once I feel it."

"You want to feel it?" Taylor was surprised at first, then his eyes flickered and he said, "I understand!"

Martin had no idea what she understood.

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

Taylor sat on the couch across from Martin, strummed his acoustic guitar, and said, "You should be with me, for my Martin."

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

"You were on the phone with your girlfriend and she was upset and kept harping on what you said... She was wearing a short skirt and I was wearing a T-shirt; she was the cheerleader and I was standing in the bleachers... You should be with me!"

Just like performing on stage, Taylor's long legs frequently spread apart and changed the position of their overlapping legs while singing.

Martin listened to the songs and admired the scenery, and soon he got the feeling.

When Taylor finished singing the song, he asked, "Do I sound like a scumbag?"

Taylor laughed out loud, "Isn't it?"

Martin had no intention of making excuses and said, "It's a very good song. I feel like it will be on Billboard."

Taylor, however, kept on talking about the previous topic: "You don't want to be a scumbag, is there a good way?"

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

Martin separated her hands, stepped back and said, "Taylor, we agreed that this is just to inspire creative inspiration, nothing else."

Taylor retreated after a little probing and said, "Help me promote this song." "No problem." Martin was very particular about this and said, "This is the song I actively invited you to write."

Taylor walked to the speakers, found a dance CD, put it in and turned on the music: "I have been practicing dancing in the past six months to prepare for the concert. Come and see how I dance."

Taylor, who was not wearing any dance costume, twisted her body to the music.

Not long after, the music stopped and Taylor sang a song composed of interjections and phrases like God and Fake, but it was always the same few phrases over and over again, and it was obvious that his creative inspiration had run out.

Martin's attention to human pleasure inspired Taylor's creativity again and again that night, and finally allowed her to come up with new phrases beyond the simple lyrics.

But if this song is to be truly completed, it would be impossible to do it in one night, or even two or three nights.

The next morning, exhausted Taylor was sent back to her room by Martin to catch up on some sleep. Martin went out early to participate in the recording of an NBC program with the main creative staff of the crew to further promote the movie.

John Wick has already premiered, and Rotten Tomatoes has been the first to lift the ban. The website has collected nearly 80 professional film reviews, with a freshness rating of 89%. For an R-rated action movie, the film reviews have been overwhelming.

Most of the positive reviews focused on Martin's performance and the coherent and brilliant action scenes, while most of the negative reviews were directed at the literary drama and the theme, such as the literary drama being weak and the theme lacking depth.

It's a commercial action movie, and no one cares about this kind of negative reviews.

On IMDB, because of Martin, the ban-free score is as high as 8.9 points.

Martin fans, and action movie fans in general, raved about the movie.

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

Although it is not as good as The Dark Knight, it is also of first-class standard.

Among commercial films, there are not many that have received better reviews than The Dark Knight.

Of course, there are also critical voices. For example, Richard Brody, a film critic for The New Yorker, gave both John Wick and Martin one star out of a total of five stars in his column.

The comments are not polite at all.

"Martin Davis, who just won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor, is such a disappointment. His new film has no artistic pursuit at all. It has nothing but fighting and killing. It is empty and dark. His star journey is just like this."

But in contrast, the midnight show of "John Wick" was packed!

Chad's first independently directed film was released, and even though he knew it had rave reviews and a bright market prospect, he was still nervous and couldn't sit still.

In the dark night, he came alone to an inconspicuous small cinema nearby, bought a ticket and entered the theater where "John Wick" was showing at midnight.

Standing in the last row, Chad looked around and saw that the place was packed with people.

Full!

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

Only in this way can he feel at ease.

The reputation reported in the news and on the Internet is not as reliable as what you see with your own eyes.

The screening room was very quiet the entire time. Even until the end of the film, Chad didn't see anyone go out to the bathroom.

There is no urine point!
When Martin exploded a villain's head with a Coke bottle, the theater was like a calm lake with an O'Neal thrown into it, and the water surface exploded with a bang.

The audience cheered wildly, and hundreds of people shouted together: "Coke God of War! Cola God of War!"

Similarly, when the film ended, the atmosphere exploded again, with constant applause.

I don’t know where the applause first broke out, but the entire screening room was filled with applause like it was at a premiere, and it lasted for a long time.

At this moment, Chad's mind was blank and he seemed to have no idea what was going on, but he was sure that he and the entire creative team had created something very cool!
The audience likes it, nothing is more important than that.

After the movie was over, Chad sat alone in the corner of the theater until everyone left, then he stood up and slowly walked out.

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

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

Chad stood on the side of the road, holding onto a lamppost, laughing. The relief of having his stress released was so great that he could hardly straighten his back.

He called Martin again, and the man answered and asked, "Chad?"

Chad heard the heavy gasping and quickly said, "It's okay."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Chad found a clown in front of him. He was wearing a black suit similar to Jonathan's. Thinking that he was here to ask for his autograph, he subconsciously took out a pen.

"Don't move!" The clown took his hand out of his pocket and showed a small revolver: "Give me your phone."

Chad obediently handed over the phone.

The clown succeeded in the robbery and ran away.

(End of this chapter)