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The Morris Theater is located in the south of Parker City. It is not well located. It is a little far from the screening area of ​​the St. Denis Film Festival Center where the theater is concentrated. It can only accommodate 150 people. The screening equipment is also very old, and it can be said that the conditions are not ideal.

Even so, the screening list of the Morris Theater is still full. During the more than ten days of the festival, a considerable number of screenings will be screened every day.

From the conditions of the theater itself, we can guess that the screenings here are basically small productions of unknown people.

The screening of "Hard Fruit Candy" is here. The film has only one screening for the time being. According to the convention of the St. Denis Film Festival, if the reputation is good, there may be additional screenings.

Just after three o'clock in the afternoon, Murphy brought Paul Wilson to the Morris Theater.

The previous movie had not ended yet. After greeting the theater manager and the film festival organizing committee staff, he stood near the entrance of the theater.

In the slightly old bulletin board at the door, there is a list of movies that will be screened in the past few days, "Love and Crazy", "Poor Rosky", "My City", and "Long Island Falling"...

Murphy had no impression of his eyes as he swept over the titles.

"There are so few people."

Standing next to Murphy, Paul Wilson looked at the exit of the theater. The last movie had just ended, and more than a dozen viewers walked out in a sparse manner.

"A hour and a half wasted..."

"The shaking shot makes me want to vomit."

"What the director is talking about? It's inexplicable."

These viewers walked past Murphy and the others, and it was not difficult to see from the discussion that they were very dissatisfied with the video just now.

Murphy had roughly seen these people and shook his head slightly. These were all ordinary audiences, and there was not a single buyer among them.

The end of the previous movie also means that the screening of "Hard Fruit Candy" is about to begin. Murphy stood at the entrance of the theater and watched it for a long time. He was sad to find that no audience entered the venue.

The venue is remote, the film is unknown, and there is basically no publicity. It is screened in the prime time of the afternoon rather than at night. He is not surprised that this situation occurs.

Murphy kept calm, Paul Wilson's anxiety was written on his face. He kept walking around the door, complaining that the theater that the organizer had lined them was away from the central screening area.

"Paul, be quiet for a while." Murphy walked to the steps at the entrance of the theater and looked back at the other side, "You turned my head so hard that I was dizzy."

The theater was so quiet that it was impossible to say he was not in a hurry, but Murphy was still sober enough. It would be normal for videos like this to be unattended, and it would be abnormal if the audience flocked to it.

He took out his cell phone and looked at the time. It was nearly half an hour before the screening began. The professional film viewers and buyers he contacted should be coming soon.

At the turn of the street, a few people came from far to near, and soon came to the front of the theater. Without looking at Murphy standing at the door, he went straight into the theater. The theater was not completely ignored. In the next ten minutes, four or five people walked into the gate behind him one after another.

It was similar to the previous show, and by the time of the screening, there would be about a dozen viewers.

Fifteen minutes before the screening, Murphy took out his cell phone to watch the time again. Finally, two taxis were turned around on the street. The car soon arrived in front of the theater. Just as it stopped, Bill Roses got out of the passenger seat of the front car and opened the rear door.

Paul Wilson was very eye-catching. When Murphy was down the steps, he rushed over from behind, walked to the car behind a few big strides, and opened the car door like Bill Roses.

Murphy showed a professional and enthusiastic smile, but his eyes quickly swept across the three strangers who got out of the two cars.

The first person who came down from Bill Roses was a middle-aged man with a slightly bald forehead, with a pair of round eyes on his nose. At first glance, he looked like an old-school professional accountant.

Behind him was a man in his thirties, with his brown hair and his body in a suit emitting a scent of cologne. Even if it was a little far away, Murphy could smell it.

There was only one person in the taxi behind, a black man with long hair and curly curly hair. From his appearance, he was probably about thirty years old.

Murphy went down the steps and they happened to come over. Bill Roses took the initiative to introduce both sides.

The middle-aged man with a slightly bald forehead is named Joel Graham, from Harbor Entertainment Company; the cologne is Baker Larcent, a professional film viewer at Castle Stone Films; the female black man has the biggest background, Jones Butler, the buyer of Miramax Films.

They are the VIPs invited by Bill Roses.

Murphy has no capital now, so he shook hands and greeted them one by one, took the initiative to lead the way, and led the group into the screening hall.

The screening room with 150 people was quite empty, with more than a dozen spectators sparsely distributed in the middle rows.

Murphy took them to the row of seats specially reserved in the theater and said politely, "Please sit."

The three people just nodded to him, but said nothing.

Especially the black man named Jones Butler, he never said anything except a word of hello during greetings.

After she sat down, she had no intention of talking to others. As a buyer from Miramax Pictures, she could watch such a film more because of her relationship with Bill Roses. Otherwise, how could such a film that had no previous directors have attracted her interest?

The other two people are not much better. In this circle, publishers are at the upper level of the food chain, especially when facing investors, producers or directors of small film projects, they naturally have the advantage.

This kind of contempt and arrogance is not deliberately revealed, but a very natural situation.

Murphy could see it, but he didn't care. This was an extremely realistic circle. If you want others to respect it, you must have the strength to respect it.

"Can they take a fancy to our video?" Paul Wilson was a student who had not yet left school. He couldn't help but lean into Murphy's ear and whispered, "It seems that they are very disdainful."

Murphy shrugged, "I don't know either."

Bill Roses sat with the three people, but his eyes would turn to Murphy from time to time. Seeing Murphy's face calm, he nodded secretly.

The calmness and tenacity of this rookie director is indeed rare among young people.
Chapter completed!