Huayu: I'm reborn, but you still force me to be a scumbag?

Chapter 169 He is God's Dream Lover

A thumbs up is Roger Ebert's special recommendation, and 1 to 5 thumbs up actually means 1 to 5 stars.

It's a tradition that has continued for decades.

Roger Ebert has very strict recommendation standards and never accepts money from film companies.

So his fans trust his recommendations very much.

3 thumbs up, this is an above average recommendation index.

Roger Ebert elaborates on his reasons for the recommendation in the following recommendation.

"Excellent performances, but unsatisfactory plots. The art film director from Hong Kong wanted to apply Hong Kong stories to New York, but this only makes old New Yorkers like me feel uncomfortable."

"What the director wants to say, including Las Vegas and rural towns in Montana, may work in Cannes, but his slow-paced language is doomed to be out of tune with the American market."

“But that doesn’t stop it from being an emotional masterpiece.”

"Before that, I must solemnly introduce the leading actor in this work. Old fans of my blog may remember that before I had surgery last year, I wrote an article about Batman. The purpose was to recommend a young Chinese actor whom I like very much, and he will play the role of the Joker."

"His name is Nochen."

"That's right. When you see the poster of "My Blueberry Nights", don't think that Nuo Chen is someone else. No, he is exactly who you think he is! The Gotham monster that will meet us in July this year!"

"And he, after The Dumb, actually made another art film, which won the Best Film Award at last year's Cannes. I must say that this is an important reason that attracted me to drag my tired body into the cinema late at night."

“I’m not too disappointed.”

"The director's carelessness and the incomprehensible script are at least one-third of the reason why this movie has not been completely destroyed."

“Even if the Hong Kong director and the Iranian cameraman play with their lenses like crazy and refuse to tell a logical American story, it doesn’t matter. You can still find what you need in the movie.”

“That’s the little bit about love.”

"Whether you are a man or a woman, whether you are thirty or fifty, whether you are engaged in any profession, whether you are single or have a partner, as long as you have regrets about the past, you should go to the cinema and try to let Emma Stone and Noah Chen tell you the truth about failed love."

"What's wrong with blueberry pie? There's nothing wrong with blueberry pie, it's just that no one chooses it."

"But eventually, the blueberry pie that no one wants will find someone who knows what it is."

“I give My Blueberry Nights three thumbs up.”

"She is the youngest actress to win the Best Actress Award at the Cannes Film Festival in the history of the United States of America. She gave a wonderful performance beyond her age. She absolutely deserves the Cannes trophy. I can't believe that Hollywood has lost this pearl from Arizona for four years. In the end, it was a director from Asia who picked it up. Emma Stone reminds me of a young Meryl Streep. Her future will not stop here."

"A thumbs up to Nuo Chen. This young man once again showed his extraordinary talent in an art film. His sharp and appropriate performance subtly grasped the character's inner heart. A little more would fall into clichés, and a little less would leave people indifferent. He grasped the difference between sensationalism and touching."

"He was extremely cautious to avoid making your eyes red, but it was his restraint that made it impossible for you to be wary of his performance. You listened carefully to his every word and understood his every look. Finally, when you came to your senses, you were already immersed in his black eyes, deeply moved."

"The last thumbs up goes to myself. I may be the first film critic in the United States to discover Nuo Chen (attached with the URLs of the previous two articles https://www.blogger.com/……). Now I can't wait for July to come. I want to see his performance in commercial blockbusters. I have never paid so much attention to a foreign actor, and I am really looking forward to seeing his future. May God give me more time."

"Amen."

When Roger Ebert published this review and went to bed, Emma Stone and her agent were still discussing today's premiere and the box office prospects of "My Blueberry Nights".

Emma Stone and her agent attended the premiere today, and will go to more cities with Wang Jiawei for a promotional roadshow tomorrow.

This was Emma Stone's first time to participate in such an event, so the two chatted until late at night and couldn't fall asleep.

"…It's not easy. Spider-Man 3 hasn't been released yet, Pirates of the Caribbean 3 has only been released for a week, and Ocean's Thirteen will be released a week later. My Blueberry Nights doesn't have many theaters to begin with, so this will inevitably squeeze its screens and release time even more."

More than a year later, Emma Stone's agent is still the casting director Sarah. The red-haired lady in her forties shrugged and continued, "Although we all hope that the performance is good, Emma, ​​it is just an art film after all. And sandwiched between two commercial blockbusters, maybe they just blow a puff and we will be crushed to pieces."

Emma Stone was sitting at the desk in the hotel, refreshing the imdb rating on her laptop. It was probably because there were not enough people rating it, so it has not been updated yet.

Suddenly, there was a ding-dong sound from the speaker. It was the notification sound of the update of the blog she followed. Emma Stone clicked it and took a look.

As soon as she saw the title, she couldn't help but shout, "Sarah, come on, oh my god, Sarah, come and see this. Roger Ebert actually went to see our Blueberry Nights, my God!"

When Sarah heard this, she jumped out of bed and immediately moved towards the computer screen.

The two women put their heads together, and Emma Stone controlled the mouse, slowly reading Roger Ebert's rather long article.

Sarah grabbed Emma Stone's shoulders and said excitedly, "Did you see what Roger Ebert said about you? He said you are the next Meryl Streep! Oh my God! Emma, ​​my baby, when he said that, in the eyes of those Hollywood film companies, it was like you won the Cannes Best Actress Award again!"

Emma Stone couldn't help but smile. She herself is an American and grew up reading Roger Ebert's film reviews. How could she not know his influence in Hollywood?

When Roger Ebert had surgery last August, the six major Hollywood film companies held a prayer meeting for him, with countless stars in attendance. It was a sensation across the United States. It can be said that Roger Ebert's condition affected the hearts of tens of millions of movie fans across the United States during those days.

If Cannes gave her wings, this was another gust of wind when Roger Ebert mentioned her name on his blog tonight.

She will ride the wind straight into the blue sky.

Sarah moved the mouse and murmured, "Roger Ebert really favors that Chinese kid. Last year, one of his articles strengthened Warner's confidence and saved his role as the Joker. Today, he is promoting him again. Is that kid so good? Why didn't I see it?"

Emma Stone rolled her eyes at her and said, "I've told you ten thousand times, Sarah, Chen's excellence is beyond your imagination. I dare say that those who look down on him online now will be ashamed of their words in the end."

Sarah laughed. "Because of a Chinese clown? Like Roger Ebert said in this article, he's also looking forward to July. Why? Because even Roger Ebert can't stand the pressure from all those Batman comic fans. Seriously, everyone out there is waiting to see him fail. But that definitely doesn't include me."

"Emma, ​​Emma, ​​I really hope he succeeds. Because obviously, you and him have a lot of stories to tell. That kiss you gave us in Cannes got us the Estee Lauder endorsement and made us millions of dollars. Baby, I wish that guy would become Brad Pitt tomorrow, so that you would also rise with the tide."

Emma Stone snorted: "You are always so realistic, Sarah, I didn't think so much at the time."

Sarah smiled and said, "OK, no matter what, Roger Ebert's three thumbs up gives Wang, us, and those cinema scheduling managers more confidence. This is a good start for "My Blueberry Nights". Be happy. Okay, let's go to bed. IMDb's score probably won't be released tonight."

Emma Stone shrugged and said, "Okay. By the way, Sarah, do you think Roger Ebert has such high praise for Chen? Will he have a good future in Hollywood?"

Sarah smiled and said, "Emma, ​​I can only tell you this: your future will be brighter than his, much brighter. Even Roger Ebert can't change that."

Emma Stone felt mixed emotions and did not sleep well that night, waking up a little after 7: the next morning.

Sarah was still sleeping soundly. She got up quietly and turned on the computer, and the imdb rating came out.

The number of people who participated in the scoring is 1011, and the main page scores 7.1 points.

Not too high, not too low. Just average.

The number of top 250 users is 582, and the score is 7.6.

Obviously, veteran movie fans prefer this difficult-to-understand art film.

Emma Stone quickly opened another website, Rotten Tomatoes.

Well, there are only 13 reviews in total. 7 are fresh and 6 are rotten. So it's a mixed bag.

The average audience rating is 3.7, which is the same as imdb, which is above average.

Emma Stone clicked on the audience's comments and saw that after a night of preparation, quite a few users had already left messages.

One of the messages was posted after 6 o'clock this morning, but it has been liked more than 500 times and is at the top of the comment section.

Emma Stone stared at it for a while, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

Yeah, maybe as Sarah said, Roger Ebert couldn’t change Chen’s skin color and make him fit into Hollywood.

This is because although Roger Eber is great, he is not God.

But in the world of movies, there is something else that can be called God, right?
Now God has spoken.

She said, "FUCK, I'll bet all my husband's porn videos that the leading actor of this movie, this yellow-skinned Chinese boy, must have appeared in the dreams of every woman who watched this movie last night."

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Chen Nuo didn't know that he was being touted as a one-time dream lover by some American housewives who were sexually repressed and whose husbands were not very capable, and who used exaggerated words.

He actually didn't care much about the box office performance of "My Blueberry Nights" on the other side of the ocean. After all, no matter how well the movie sold, he wouldn't get any share. No matter how much the French appreciated him, they would never give him a penny more.

Want a bonus red envelope with Chinese characteristics?
Dream on, dreams contain all kinds of things.

Chen Nuo is now concerned about whether the female artist named Liu, whom he just signed, can be more professional and hardworking.
"Oh, I'm so exhausted."

Liu Yifei sat down on the lounge chair in the yard.

Today is June 6nd, it is a clear and sunny day.

Liu Yifei had just finished her performance and looked quite happy. She said to Zhang Songwen happily, "Teacher Zhang, was my performance okay?"

To be honest, when filming The Return of the Condor Heroes, Chen Nuo admired Liu Yifei's optimism.

He still remembers what the other person said: "I think your acting level is about the same as mine."

These words have always inspired, encouraged and stimulated him.

Whenever he thought his acting was pretty good, this sentence would jump out of his memory and lash him like a whip.

Over the past week, Zhang Songwen seemed to have adapted to the speaking style of this star student whose reputation was almost ruined.

He happily touched his hair, whose hairline had obviously receded, and nodded, "It's really good, but Yifei, I think..."

Before Zhang Songwen finished speaking, Liu Yifei pointed to a large-leafed plant not far away in the courtyard with a look of surprise and shouted, "Oh, Teacher Zhang, there is such a large white-colored Monstera in your yard?"

Zhang Songwen was immediately distracted and said with a smile, "Yes, it looks beautiful, right? I'm telling you, I transplanted this from Guangdong. At that time, this Monstera was almost dead..."

Chen Nuo coughed.

Zhang Songwen immediately shut up and said, "Yifei, this is it. When you were in school, didn't your acting teachers, such as Mr. Huang Lei and Mr. Li Er, ask you to imitate animals and practice liberating your nature?"

Liu Yifei glanced at Chen Nuo, curled her lips, and said, "Yes, but I have never played a duck."

"So what have you acted in?"

"Rabbits, foxes, yeah, and cats and stuff."

Chen Nuo said coldly: "They are all very cute."

Liu Yifei frowned, snorted, turned her head away and ignored him.

Zhang Songwen quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "Chen Nuo, you don't know that this course on liberating one's nature is usually taken in our freshman year. At that time, the teachers probably saw that Yifei was young, so they arranged some simple lessons. It's normal."

Chen Nuo couldn't help but ask, "Then what's the difference between playing a rabbit or a cat and not learning anything?"

Zhang Songwen smiled and said, "Actually there is a difference, but it's not big. But it doesn't matter, there's still nearly a month before I leave the plane. Come on, Yifei, there will be no problem."

"It would be strange if there was no problem, Teacher Song Wen, don't give her face. The way she was just now, squatting on the ground and croaking, is that what you call acting?"

Chen Nuo said bitterly: "This is not simulating animals, this is simply playing a kindergarten game."

Liu Yifei said disdainfully: "Then if you have the ability, why don't you try it?"

Well, the Cannes Film Festival winner who gave a performance in "My Blueberry Nights" that made Roger Ebert give him a thumbs up, actually played a duck in a small courtyard on the outskirts of Shunyi.

After playing the duck, he still felt unsatisfied, so he asked Zhang Songwen to continue asking questions.

Zhang Songwen was extremely excited at this time. If he was not really poor and had no recording equipment at home, he would have taken it out and put it on display by now.

Putting aside other things, who the hell has ever seen a movie star-level figure go through basic training again?
Zhang Songwen didn’t know whether his classmates from Class 05 had seen it, but at least he hadn’t.

This is just like the scene on the top of Mount Huashan in "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" where Feng Qingyang takes action and practices basic sword techniques in front of his disciples.

I don’t usually make comparisons, so I don’t feel that way.

But now, they are obviously just ordinary moves, but in other people's hands, they are sword skills, each move is exquisite, turning decay into magic.

If you hold it in your own hand, it's called a fire stick.

It is only suitable for poking the stove.

Chen Nuo asked him to come up with a question, and Zhang Song was overjoyed.

Without making excuses, he directly gave us a few situational questions, such as how you are waiting for a bus at a bus stop and suddenly it starts to rain, and you are soaked all over, and then a bus suddenly comes.

For example, when you are eating at a roadside stall, you suddenly find a hair in the delicious food.

For example, after a failed audition, my mother from my hometown suddenly called me.

This last scene left a particularly deep impression on Zhang Songwen.

Chen Nuo sat there with tears as big as beans falling down his cheeks while speaking in a normal voice. Teacher Zhang was particularly amazed by the micro-expressions on his face that he tried hard to hold back, and the details of him covering the microphone and taking a deep breath.

After the performance, Teacher Zhang couldn't help but applaud and said, "Great, really great, what Dean Zhang said before was right. Chen Nuo, you really don't need to go to class anymore."

What is the implication of this sentence?

Who is fake and doesn’t have to go to class?

Chen Nuo glanced at Liu Yifei beside him and sighed deeply.

Teacher Zhang also took the opportunity to say, "Yifei, did you see Chen Nuo's acting skills just now? In fact, when we act, sometimes we need to be fully committed, forgetting our original identity, appearance, personality, and even everything else, letting go of our burdens, and completely liberating ourselves. Only in this way can we truly perform what is deep in a person's heart."

Chen Nuo didn't know whether Liu Yifei understood or not because she looked thoughtful.

However, next time she plays a duck, at least she can really squat on the ground and walk with duck steps.

It's quite effective.

Meanwhile, in the United States, My Blueberry Nights has been in theaters for three days.

The film grossed $1719 million in 780 art theaters across the United States.

And the overall box office trend did not decline that seriously.

The freshness rating on Rotten Tomatoes even improved, from the original 53% to nearly 60%.

Four days later, and a week later, the box office of "My Blueberry Nights" reached 1201 million US dollars.

However, the release of "Ocean's Thirteen" directly cut off the possibility of Blueberry Nights continuing to create miracles.

A few days to a month before its release, "My Blueberry Nights" was released in the United States, with a box office revenue of 1690 million US dollars.

Combined with the 1183 million euros in France and the box office results in Hong Kong and mainland China, Blueberry's total box office sales actually reached 3500 million yuan, or more than million US dollars.

This is twice as much as the global box office of Chen Nuo's previous life's Blueberry Nights.

No wonder Wang Jiawei and the people at StudioCanal were so overjoyed, because there is no doubt that this investment will make a huge profit.

The film crew held a celebration party in New York.

At the celebration banquet, Wang Jiawei turned on the speakerphone and called Chen Nuo, joining in the joyful atmosphere.

Chen Nuo did act quite cheerful on the phone, but as soon as he hung up, his face instantly turned gloomy.

"Damn it, why is it so difficult to film a movie in Hengdian?"

That’s right, he is in Hengdian now. The filming of “The Sound of Wind” is about to start, but it has been raining for a week.

There is only one day left until the auspicious day.

How could this make him happy?
(End of this chapter)