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The film has officially begun.

Su Bai leaned back lazily in his chair, not looking at the screen.

Under the cover of darkness, he even let out a barely perceptible yawn.

Spirited Away, the impact of this classic animation transcends national boundaries.

I just don't know how long these arrogant Western veterans can hold out.

He observed the audience seats with great interest.

The opening scene is brightly colored, showing Chihiro and her family driving along a country road, accompanied by light and cheerful music.

However, the atmosphere in the audience was completely out of step with him.

In the front row, the old director who was full of vigor yesterday now looks utterly bored.

He adjusted his posture and even took out his pocket watch to check the time, as if to say, "I've already given you five minutes of face."

Beside him, several veteran film critics were talking in hushed tones, their lips curled into disdainful smiles, their eyes filled with an air of complete control.

"The visuals are quite beautiful, but unfortunately, the core concept is too naive."

"The quality of this children's literature is questionable; I don't know how it even made it into the main competition."

The blond reporter who provoked Su Bai at the press conference even pulled out his notebook, pen nib hovering over the paper, seemingly ready to record every piece of evidence in this movie.

Shen Qingyue sat next to Su Bai, her palms icy cold.

She could clearly feel the almost tangible arrogance emanating from all around her.

However, when Chihiro's parents ignored the warnings and began greedily devouring the gods' food, the relaxed conversation in the theater gradually subsided.

An eerie and unsettling atmosphere began to spread.

suddenly!

Chihiro turned around in horror and found that her parents had turned into two fat pigs dressed in clothes, slumped in chairs!

The pig's screams, accompanied by the sound of the shop owner's whip, rang out in the cinema's surround sound.

In the front row, a film critic who had been yawning suddenly sat up straight, his face filled with astonishment.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The old director's drowsy expression froze instantly. He subconsciously leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the screen, his mouth slightly open.

What's going on?!

What kind of bizarre opening is this?!

Before they could recover from their shock, the sky suddenly changed color, and the procession of a hundred ghosts began.

Despair washed over me.

"What kind of imagination is this?"

In the theater, no one spoke anymore; only the unconscious gasps of shock from the images filled the air.

The blond reporter dropped his pen to the ground without even noticing, as if he had been frozen in place.

Su Bai had a firm grasp on the rhythm.

Just as the audience was overwhelmed by fear and eeriness, the white dragon appeared.

He took Chihiro and fled, hid her, and then handed her the three magical rice balls.

This scene was like a precise, powerful punch, piercing through the facade of strength that all adults feign.

In the darkness, an elegantly dressed female judge instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes instantly reddening.

She seemed to see herself when she first arrived in this unfamiliar city, eating instant noodles and shedding tears in her rented room.

"Ugh..."

An uncontrollable sob broke the silence of the theater, like a signal.

The sobbing began to spread.

If this merely opened a breach in their emotional connection...

Then the next part, the river god taking a bath, is a bombardment of imagination!

When the rotting god, reeking of stench and covered in mud and garbage, appeared, the entire audience frowned in discomfort.

But when Chihiro overcomes her fear and, together with the others at the bathhouse, causes the river spirit's body to spew out countless pieces of trash like a torrent!

A collective gasp filled the theater!

The sensation of going from extreme filth to ultimate purity, from physical discomfort to a tingling, exhilarating feeling, sent shivers down everyone's spine!

"This is insane! This way of expressing it is insane!"

"Environmental themes can be filmed like this?! My God, this is more shocking than any documentary!"

The old director stared blankly at the screen, his lips trembling slightly.

He spent his entire life making films and considered himself an art master, but he never imagined that such a serious subject could be presented in such an imaginative way.

His pride was utterly crushed at that moment.

If everything before was just an appetizer, then when the scene of the train on the sea appeared, the entire screening room was completely purified.

It is a kind of poetry that transcends language, culture, and national boundaries, striking directly at the depths of the soul.

The entire audience was mesmerized.

They forgot who they were; they were just lonely souls carried by this train.

When the movie ends.

The lights in the screening room did not turn on immediately.

A full minute.

The entire theater fell into an absolute silence.

There was no applause, no discussion, nothing at all.

Shen Qingyue's heart sank to the bottom, and she closed her eyes in despair.

That's it, they really can't understand.

Just then.

"Smack."

A crisp clapping sound suddenly rang out in the deathly silence.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Suddenly, the chairman of the judging panel, that old man known for his rigidity and strictness, stood up!

His eyes were red-rimmed, and his face showed a complex expression of shock and emotion as he clapped his hands vigorously!

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

He stood alone, stubbornly clapping.

next second.

The applause was like a signal that set off an explosion.

The entire theater erupted in thunderous applause! A deafening roar! Absolutely deafening!

Everyone stood up!

The blonde female judge clapped vigorously while shedding tears.

The blond reporter who had once been provocative was now flushed, clapping louder than anyone else, his eyes filled with fervent admiration.

Even the veteran director stood up dejectedly, clapping mechanically with vacant eyes, as if his faith had collapsed.

This is no longer just polite applause.

It is the highest tribute to art!

The applause was thunderous and lasted for a full five minutes.

When the lights came on, the chairman of the judging panel walked through the crowd and went straight to Su Bai.

Ignoring the countless flashes of light around him, he gripped Su Bai's hand tightly, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke excitedly.

"Thank you, young man! Thank you! You've shown me cinema, a new miracle!"

At the other end of the crowd, the old director's face had turned from ashen to deathly pale.

He dared not look in Su Bai's direction. Under the cover of his assistant, he slunk away from the scene through the side door like a defeated rooster.

The outcome of this battle was already decided before the awards were even presented.