Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 705 A great movie, no reviews needed.
Amidst thunderous applause and a sea of ​​flashing lights, the media had already firmly set their sights on their next target.

Christopher Nolan and Steven Spielberg.

The air in the entire venue seemed to freeze again at that moment.

Cameron mostly talked about visuals and special effects, which is the skill that has made him world-renowned. Cameron is an expert in this field.

However, Nolan and Spielberg have completely different styles from Cameron.

"Let's start with Nolan."

"Quickly ask Nolan what he thinks! Wu Chen co-wrote the script with him."

"I'm really looking forward to seeing how the other two will evaluate it. To be honest, I'm still thinking back to what just happened. Before today, I would never have imagined that Interstellar would be like this!"

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In the audience, movie fans craned their necks in excitement.

They knew that tonight, they might be witnessing a new classic in film history.

The CCTV reporter was very astute and handed the microphone to Nolan.

"Director Nolan, you are known for your complex narrative structures. What are your thoughts on the premiere of 'Interstellar'?"

Nolan did not answer immediately, but seemed to be savoring something.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice not loud, even somewhat dismissive.
"I think it's a great movie, it needs no evaluation."

The translator was slightly taken aback, and under everyone's gaze, translated it into Chinese.

The words fell.

The whole place was in dead silence.

Everyone was stunned, including the reporters and film critics who were taking notes at lightning speed; their pens stopped in mid-air.

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boom!
As the soft applause spread throughout the venue like electricity, a round of applause that was more intense and frenzied than ever before erupted like a volcanic eruption!
"Damn, Nolan actually thought the same thing as me. I knew this was going to be a masterpiece."

"No need for any further comment, that's awesome!"

"I feel like Nolan is also showing off, but it does sound really cool."

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The film critics' hands flew across their notebooks.

Looking at the analyses and praises they had written before, they felt for the first time the inadequacy of words.

They realized that sometimes pale language is superfluous.

Zhang Ziyi, Li Binbin, and the others gaped slightly, their eyes gleaming with an indescribable fervor. However, when they saw Liu Yifei standing next to Wu Chen, they immediately felt somewhat discouraged.

Such a work was bestowed upon Liu Yifei.

After this back and forth, they could no longer catch up with each other on the international stage.

At this moment, with Nolan's earth-shattering evaluation, everyone's expectations were focused on the last person.

Steven Spielberg.

A name that is almost synonymous with "film" itself in the North American film industry.

From Jaws to E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial, from Jurassic Park to Schindler's List, his works have defined the childhoods of countless Europeans and Americans, and also defined the perfect combination of commerce and art.

If people expect Cameron's special effects and grand scenes, they now expect Nolan's boundless imagination;

So what people expect from Spielberg is his final judgment on the soul of a film.
David Lyndon, on the contrary, remained quite calm.

He suppressed his wildly beating heart and waited quietly for Spielberg's evaluation.

He had invited the person, and even if the movie was mediocre, he believed Spielberg would at least say a few polite words; the other party had that much emotional intelligence.

Moreover, this film is so well-made that it may go down in film history.

The reporter naturally handed over the microphone.

Spielberg took the microphone, looked at Nolan, and smiled: "I agree with Chris's assessment; it truly is a great work."

Nolan nodded with a smile:

“Steve, you should give your own assessment, not just plagiarize my words.”

"Hahahaha!"

The conversation between the two immediately caused a burst of laughter in the room.

However, many people in the industry were surprised at this time, because the word "great" was used to describe it.

Is it really that good?

Feng Xiaogang was muttering to himself, "To be honest, nobody was going to submit to anyone else, and suddenly someone has to submit to them. How can this be allowed?"

Upon seeing this, Spielberg's voice carried a hint of emotion.

"Many years ago, we made movies using spaceships, aliens, and all sorts of other methods to explore the universe and gaze at the stars."

He paused, then changed the subject.

"Tonight, Wu Yong used the starry sky, the universe, and the most magnificent space and time to explore something: the human heart."

"He reminded me, and all of us, why we first looked up at the stars. Not to conquer, but to return home."

This movie has a soul.

David Lyndon, already slightly surprised, was now even more taken aback. He hadn't expected Spielberg's evaluation to be so high.
On the contrary, Zhang Yi simply nodded calmly after listening, without showing any surprise.

He was acquainted with Spielberg and knew that his old friend's favorite films were those with a strong humanistic concern and emotional core.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be the Spielberg who made "E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial".

Wu Chen's films, precisely and without a doubt, struck the softest spot in his heart.

When the audience and media heard the translator relay the words, "This film has a soul," they went absolutely wild!

"thanks, thanks!"

As Wu Chen expressed his gratitude, the first global premiere of "Interstellar" came to a close.

The premiere has ended.

As the lights came on and the audience slowly left, many still wore expressions of lingering enjoyment, as if they were in a dream.

Instead of discussing the plot loudly as usual, they unconsciously lowered their voices, as if afraid of disturbing the starry sky still lingering in their hearts.

"Do you think that five-dimensional space really exists?"

A young couple walked hand in hand in the square of the Olympic Sports Center. The girl looked up at the night sky of Beijing and asked softly.

"I don't know." The boy squeezed her hand. "But I think it's true that love can transcend time and space."

A middle-aged man walked briskly to the parking lot, and the first thing he did after opening the car door was not to start the car, but to take out his mobile phone and dial the number home.

"Hey, honey, are you asleep? Nothing's wrong, I just wanted to hear your voice."

Many more moviegoers, however, were intensely savoring the details of the film.

"Thinking about it now, I still think that movie was absolutely fucking amazing!"

"Gargantua! Holy crap!"

"Damn it, I got lucky with the premiere tickets, but now I can't get any for a second viewing. Oh right, why didn't the media ask about the box office tonight? I was thinking about how much I could get when I came here today."

"At this point, what's the point of asking any more questions? It's going to explode!"

The media, on the other hand, had already fallen into another war.

"Quick! Send the manuscript back! The title will be 'Interstellar, Overnight Legend!'"

"Are you stupid? You don't need the reviews from those big directors; those are the real gems, they're guaranteed to be a hit!"

"Pictures! The one of Liu Yifei in that starry sky dress! And the one of Wu Chen with several big directors! Send them back quickly!"

"Don't push! Let me through! Let me see if I can take a few more photos of the Interstellar cast and crew!!"

At the same time, Wu Chen was also a guest who came to see him off. The heads of various cinema chains were very enthusiastic and looked at Wu Chen as if he were a god of wealth.

"Gentlemen, I'm wondering if we should raise the watershed a bit more," Wu Chen joked.

"Director Wu, you're joking, aren't you?"

"Director Wu, don't worry, after the premiere, we guarantee you'll get a good number of screenings, no matter who calls."

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Han Sanping stood up, seemingly to remind everyone: "There are a few smaller films scheduled for release."

"Chairman Han, don't worry, we understand!"

"Not 100% available"

Han Sanping listened to these people's words with a sense of helplessness.

Sometimes this group does need to be managed, but at this point, there weren't many obstacles. He gave a brief suggestion and didn't say much more.

"Wu, congratulations, it's perfect! To be honest, I thought it would be good, but I didn't expect it to be like this."

After seeing off many guests, Matthew and Wu Chen hugged and greeted each other.

“Indeed, Crystal seemed quite surprised too. It looks like the director kept it a very good secret!” Jessica Chastain immediately joked.

Liu Yifei slightly stuck out her tongue.

"It's all his fault, he didn't even take me to see the post-production."

"I'm not taking you to see it, or are you just too lazy to come with me?" Wu Chen retorted, and Liu Yifei couldn't help but playfully pat Wu Chen's shoulder.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Everyone knew that the film was bound to be a success, and that they would be part of it—an opportunity that didn't come easily.

For a moment, everyone felt a sense of relief.

Matt Damon grimaced and bumped fists with Matthew, saying, "I should have lived in Texas and been a farmer."

"Hahaha"

After everyone finished joking around, Wu Chen finally spoke up.

"Everyone has worked hard today. Have a good night's rest."

We have to fly to Los Angeles first thing tomorrow morning. Next stop, Griffith Observatory.

Everyone smiled and nodded, their eyes showing fatigue, but even more so excitement and anticipation.

(End of this chapter)