I'm not a drama freak, I can really see through the script

Chapter 407, Jiang Wen: Do you believe in gravity?

At this time, Li Xuan did not attend the premiere of "Let the Bullets Fly" at the same time as Jiang Wen.

Of course, this doesn't mean Li Xuan isn't paying attention to this movie.

Even if you've seen it in a past life.

But now.

The world has undergone tremendous changes.

Many things are different now.

These differences include what's right in front of us.

Including the current situation.

Li Xuan and Wei Ming watched the movie in silence.

"Perfect."

At this moment, Wei Ming, who was standing next to him, gave an answer.

No matter how much she favored Li Xuan.

Some things are simply objective laws.

Objective things simply cannot be changed.

This movie feels perfect, flawless, yet it's a complex and perplexing film.

Jiang Wen, the perfect warrior.

Since his debut, he has been a symbol of rebellion and perfection. His performance in "Devils on the Doorstep" at Cannes confirmed that he was no ordinary person.

He is not someone who can be easily understood by ordinary people.

But it is not understood by ordinary people.

That doesn't mean he's not strong. It doesn't mean his strength is lacking, after watching Let the Bullets Fly.

For the first time, Wei Ming felt that there could be such a perfect movie in the world.

It was a feeling that even Avatar couldn't give him.

"What do you think?"

"I really want to watch it a second and a third time, and I want to understand this movie more often."

At this point, Wei Ming spoke frankly.

Li Xuan nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I had a strong desire to watch it, but the first time I watched it, I didn't fully digest the information or feel like I hadn't fully processed it."

Compared to the previous life's "Let the Bullets Fly".

Let the bullets fly in this lifetime.

He made it more refined and more sophisticated, and made a higher level of upgrades in terms of acting details, costumes, props and information expression.

too strong.

Li Xuan had to admit that this was too powerful.

He truly deserves to be Han Ping's ace.

He truly deserves to be the person most likely to replace Zhang Mouzi in the future.

They were given such high expectations.

Stepping out of the cinema, the evening breeze carried a slight chill, but it couldn't dispel the restlessness in Wei Ming's heart.

He remained silent, his mind still echoing with the dense gunfire from the movie and the even denser lines of dialogue.

Li Xuan, who was standing next to him, didn't say anything either, and the two walked on in silence.

Wei Ming finally let out a long breath after walking all the way to the parking lot, as if he wanted to expel the shock he had been feeling.

"I still have this feeling that I don't know how this monstrous movie was made."

He hesitated for a long time before finally managing to utter only these two words.

Li Xuan stopped and looked at him.

“Jiang Wen is a monster.” Wei Ming repeated, his tone carrying an almost helpless sense of awe.

"I've never seen a movie like this before."

"Its rhythm, from the very first second, grabs you by the collar and charges forward at breakneck speed, giving you no chance to catch your breath."

“Every line of dialogue is worth pondering, but even if you don’t ponder a single line, just listening to the sound is enjoyable and funny.”

Wei Ming became more and more agitated as he spoke, looking at Li Xuan with undisguised worry in his eyes.

"Xuanzi, do you know what this means?"

"This means that this movie has absolutely no viewing threshold!"

“If a primary school student can understand the train hijacking and the phrase ‘Gun in hand, follow me,’ he will feel great.”

"A college student who can find all sorts of metaphors and satire in it will think he's awesome."

“A passerby who doesn’t care about movies at all and was just dragged in by a friend can see Chow Yun-fat, Ge You, beautiful women, and explosions, and he won’t feel bored.”

"It blends commerce and art seamlessly, perfectly."

Wei Ming rarely uses the word "perfect" to describe a work.

Because in his view, every work has its flaws.

But "Let the Bullets Fly"...

He couldn't find it.

At least on a business level, he couldn't find any weaknesses that could be attacked.

Wei Ming's voice turned somber, "Jiang Wen, how terrifying."

He looked at Li Xuan with a complicated expression.

"Our film, 'Dying to Survive'... I know the script is very good, very touching, and very powerful."

"but…"

"It's too heavy."

Li Xuan understood.

Wei Ming's concerns are absolutely rational.

It is based on the most accurate judgment of the market.

In a time when top talents are clashing, evoking emotions is key.

What "Let the Bullets Fly" gives to the audience is pure, unadulterated joy and catharsis that requires no thought. That's what makes it so amazing.

You can experience joy whether you use your brain or not, and you can experience multiple levels of joy by watching it twice.

Li Xuan had to admit that this would be Bilibili's future trump card.

It is so powerful that it cannot be described in detail.

Faced with such a schedule.

What reason is there not to lose? Facing Jiang Wen, who has completely surpassed his own level.

How could they not be defeated?

Wei Ming looked at Li Xuan, bracing himself for the seriousness or pressure that might appear on his face.

This time, the film's release date is a gamble with others.

Losing any one of the elements of a bet could lead to utter ruin.

Although the rewards were equally substantial.

But how can they possibly beat such a competitor at the box office?
however.

What he saw was a smile.

Li Xuan is smiling.

It wasn't a forced smile, nor was it a bitter one.

Rather, it was a smile that came from the heart, carrying a hint of appreciation and joy.

Wei Ming was stunned.

"What...what are you laughing at?"

"Aren't you worried?"

Li Xuan's smile deepened.

“Worry? Why should I worry?” he retorted.

"I should be happy."

"Happy?" Wei Ming was completely dumbfounded. He even wondered if Li Xuan had been provoked into acting a little abnormally.

"Yes, I'm happy."

Li Xuan gazed into the distance, the city's neon lights shimmering in his eyes.

"Old Wei, didn't you feel it?"

Isn't this what an era should look like at its best?

"I don't know how Lu Chuan's movies are, but I can tell from his eyes that he has found his breakthrough. I imagine the quality of his movies won't be bad. Moreover, his lofty narrative style and perspective do have an advantage in some subjects."

"And then there are people like Jiang Wen, who can produce masterpieces like 'Let the Bullets Fly,' which are enough to leave a mark on the history of Chinese-language films."

"A constellation of stars, a hundred flowers in bloom."

Li Xuan turned his head and looked at Wei Ming, his eyes shining brightly.

"Don't you think it's a very lucky and proud thing to be able to collide with such a work in the same era and in the same release window?"

"Moreover, as a viewer, being able to witness the birth of such works is, in a sense, a kind of happiness—the happiness of appreciating the excellence and achievements of others."

Li Xuan was indeed not very anxious, and even after looking at the work, he found his instinctive reaction somewhat unbelievable.

That kind of instinctive appreciation.

The joy of watching excellent works.

It surpasses even the desire to win or lose.

Although, who doesn't have the desire to win or lose? Besides, I've staked a lot on this during this period.

But happiness is happiness, and joy is joy; those things reside only in one's own mind.

Within the scope of what I can understand.

this moment.

Wei Ming was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

As expected of him.

It's still as pure as ever.

Li Xuan is such a person.

It's not surprising that he would say something like that.

“But…but, awards and box office…” Wei Ming couldn’t help but bring up the most practical issue.

“That’s another matter.” Li Xuan smiled and started walking again.

"Let the Bullets Fly conquers the audience in its own way."

"Dying to Survive also has its own way of doing things."

In this period of intense competition among top-tier talent.

Many of the works have garnered attention.

Everyone came up with all sorts of creative ideas.

"Indeed, this release date is excellent. So excellent that it's hard to choose which film to watch first. This must be the best release date in recent years." At this moment, Principal Wang Fengsheng and Principal Xu Xiang were representing the viewing groups of Beijing Film Academy and Central Academy of Drama, respectively.

First, I went to see the king's feast.

Then I went to see Let the Bullets Fly.

It's because of a spirit that dares to change the world.

It's fair to say that with just these two films in this release window, Hollywood wouldn't be intimidated by them in previous years.

Jiang Wen is said to be the future king of Chinese cinema.

I used to think it was a bit exaggerated.

Looking back now, Jiang Wen really did have the qualifications.

"The film 'Let the Bullets Fly' has achieved an unparalleled level of fusion between commerce and art," Principal Wang Fengsheng remarked with deep emotion. "I even feel that it has transcended the realm of mere cinema, and its future potential is likely to be even more astounding than we imagine."

Principal Xu Xiang nodded in deep agreement.

"Yes, this kind of work is rare and hard to come by. Jiang Wen has surpassed his past self."

Surpass yourself.

The person who once made the film "The Japanese Invaders".

Someone who once created a masterpiece has surpassed themselves again.

The strength and purity of this are truly astonishing.

"I wonder what Li Xuan's 'Dying to Survive' will be like." Wang Fengsheng's tone carried a hint of worry, but also a hint of anticipation.

"The King's Feast" is weighty and profound, a tragic song of history.

"Let the Bullets Fly" is scathing, madcap, a genius allegory, and a perfect fusion of meaning.

There are many good things ahead.

Moreover, they were two enormous, radiant pearls.

How can Li Xuan's realistic drama carve out a path in such a challenging environment?
"Let's go take a look," Xu Xiang said. "Let's see if this kid, who always manages to create miracles, can surprise us again this time."

The two walked toward the screening room of "Dying to Survive".

The cinema lobby was packed with people, and the atmosphere was lively.

However, a small area at the entrance of the screening room was unusually quiet.

The surrounding crowd seemed to be separated by an invisible wall, and people subconsciously walked around it.

Wang Fengsheng and Xu Xiang exchanged a glance, both seeing the other's confusion.

They walked over.

Then, their steps came to a halt.

They spotted several familiar figures.

Li Xuan.

And there's Wei Ming beside him.

But oddly enough.

The two people standing opposite them.

Lu Chuan.

And... Jiang Wen.

four people.

The directors of the three most anticipated films in this release window are standing here quietly at this moment.

There was no tense standoff.

There was no insincere small talk either.

Just standing.

As if waiting for something.

An indescribable tension permeated the air.

Wang Fengsheng and Xu Xiang felt as if their breaths had stopped.

What's happening here?
An appointment?
impossible.

These three individuals represent three different camps and three different ideologies, and are the most direct competitors in this time slot.

How could they...

We've gathered here without even realizing it?
Lu Chuan just looked at Li Xuan, his expression calm, like the calm before a storm.

After filming "The Last Supper" and receiving affirmation from Tian Zhuang, he felt that he had reached a new level.

But he knew where the root of his transformation and breakthrough lay.

It's Li Xuan.

It was that young man who spoke eloquently in the Peking University auditorium, giving him a moment of profound enlightenment.

So here he is.

He wanted to see for himself what kind of work the person who had transformed him would produce.

And Jiang Wen.

He was still the same as always, with a slightly cynical smile, his hands in his pockets, and his whole demeanor relaxed.

But it is precisely this looseness that gives people a stronger sense of oppression.

It resembled a lion in a slumber.

Wei Ming stood next to Li Xuan, quite surprised that the two of them had come here by coincidence, and even though Li Xuan himself hadn't chosen the premiere venue.

They all seemed to have appeared here as if by telepathy.

Jiang Wen.

Lu Chuan.

He looked at Li Xuan, then glanced at Lu Chuan, and finally his gaze fell on Wang Fengsheng and Xu Xiang, who had just walked over and were frozen in place.

He spoke slowly.

Not loud.

Do you...believe in gravity?

In a word.

Everyone was stunned.

gravitational?

What kind of gravity?
Wang Fengsheng and Xu Xiang looked at each other, completely baffled by Jiang Wen's whimsical question.

Wei Ming was completely bewildered.

Only Li Xuan.

He smiled.

He looked at Jiang Wen and nodded.

"letter."

Jiang Wen also laughed, and laughed even more happily.

“Look,” he said, shrugging at the others as if it were a matter of course.

"Some things just bring people together."

"Good things are even better. I just never expected that this kind of attraction and coincidence would be so wonderful, that we even watched the same movie in the same theater."

this moment.

Everyone understands.

gravitational.

It is the attraction of talent.

It is the attraction of good works.

It's the kind of fateful attraction that exists between the top creators of this era—a mutual attraction, mutual scrutiny, and mutual competition.

They didn't agree to it.

But they all came.

This has nothing to do with winning or losing.

This is about tacit understanding and respect.

Lu Chuan didn't speak; he just stared quietly at the big screen.
Jiang Wen's words expressed his true feelings.

This is a form of gravity.
Sometimes, fate is truly wondrous. Lu Chuan originally just wanted to find a quiet movie theater to enjoy a film, but unexpectedly, he ran into Jiang Wen and Li Xuan.
This feeling of fate and destiny.

This made Lu Chuan even more convinced of his belief.

Step over this railing.

Overcome this destiny.

I will reach a higher level.
Looking at the young people in front of them, Wang Fengsheng and Xu Xiang felt a surge of indescribable emotion.

This……

That's the future of Chinese-language films.

An era of shining stars, competing with each other, yet also achieving together.

The curtain was rising right before their eyes.

"Alright, stop standing there," Li Xuan said, breaking the somewhat mysterious atmosphere. "It's about to start, let's go in."

He turned around first and walked towards the ticket gate.

Jiang Wen and Lu Chuan followed.

The group of people walked into the screening room one after the other.