From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Nodding, shaking her head, a slight daze, her thoughts tangled, then nodding again.

Blair was confused, so should she nod or shake her head?

This brought a faint smile to Anson's face, "I hope you're in a brief state of madness because of the huge success of tonight's surprise event, so that it can at least satisfy my arrogance and conceit as an actor."

For the first half of the sentence, Blair wanted to nod.

But the second half?

Blair was stunned again.

"No response? Well, it seems this confirms my arrogance and conceit."

Anson added, and if you couldn't tell this was a joke this time, it would be too foolish.

Blair looked at Anson, almost crying, but the smile in her eyes overflowed again, and finally she stared at Anson with a strange expression, "This should be the least aggressive arrogance and conceit I've ever seen."

"But, no matter what you're like, I like you the same."

Finally!

Blair finally grasped her sanity and organized some words incoherently.

Anson shrugged slightly, "I won't refuse."

Pfft.

A low laughter rippled around.

However.

This time, Anson didn't let the atmosphere churn, but raised his right index finger to his lips.

After speaking, Anson took the lead and looked ahead, completely silent, just like an ordinary college student, who came with friends tonight to watch the "Superman" series and enjoy a Friday movie night.

Anson, dressed in youthful attire, was indeed the age of a student, quietly blending into the crowd—

Ordinary, yet extraordinary.

Quietly watching Anson's profile, Blair's flustered heart finally found its rhythm and calmed down again. The noise of the world faded away, and time paused at this moment.

Turning her head, Blair looked at Karen.

The two friends exchanged a look, and they could see the same joy, the same excitement, the same incredulity, and the same surging emotions in each other's eyes. They could completely understand each other without talking.

Ah.

Silent scream.

Ah ah ah.

There was no sound in her throat, but the scream in her heart broke free and was completely released. Happiness climbed onto her eyebrows, and she could feel thousands of butterflies flapping their wings in her stomach. Countless fireworks were blooming in the sky.

Climbing from the trough of mood to the peak of the universe, this was the feeling.

Then, take a deep breath, take deep breaths continuously, force yourself to calm down, and secretly glance at Anson out of the corner of your eye, but still pay attention to the big screen—

"Superman 2" has begun.

This was indeed a strange scene.

At least to Nicholas.

If the audience came for Anson, then the flash mob surprise event was over. Now Anson had entered the crowd and was completely swallowed by the surging crowd. Looking around, he couldn't be seen at all.

If the audience came to watch "Catch Me If You Can" for free, then they were now watching an old movie from twenty years ago, without any computer special effects at all. It could be seen through at a glance. Unless they particularly liked it, it was meaningless to most people.

To be precise, standing behind the square, or in a remote corner on the side, they couldn't even see the big screen. The picture might not even be clear, let alone the people sitting cross-legged on the ground at the very front.

Then, why were they still gathering in Washington Square one after another?

One layer. One layer. Another layer.

Nicholas stood in the middle of the crowd, like the middle layer of a hamburger, but he could feel the crowd behind him still surging continuously.

Standing on tiptoe to look towards the arch, he couldn't see the end of the winding queue at all. The dense heads were truly spectacular.

In a trance, it seemed like he was experiencing a New Year's Eve again.

Grand, magnificent, lively.

Far beyond imagination.

Nicholas was also full of surprise. Without a doubt, this flash promotion event had become a marketing case, and major film companies should study and learn from it. This was the correct way to open up promotion and publicity—

Moreover, the cost was low.

Throughout the entire process, there was no public relations expenditure, no marketing expenditure, and no additional event organization expenditure. Even tonight, the final climax of the entire event, the cooperation with New York University should not require any special expenditure.

For companies like DreamWorks with cash flow difficulties and Universal Pictures that were stingy in spending money on distribution and publicity, it was simply a perfect case.

Admiration, only admiration and more admiration.

Nicholas thought—

Perhaps, this was worth a special feature, revolving around the movie, around Anson, and around the entire promotional event.

Of course, Nicholas also did it.

"The New York Times" launched a special report three days later, launching an in-depth discussion.

"How 'Catch Me If You Can' is affecting the holiday season."

In the special report, Nicholas described the end of that night in Washington Square like this.

"Anson, Anson, Anson.

The entire square was calling out the same name, just like a rock music festival. Although it is common at music festivals, it is extremely rare in the film industry. At least in my memory, this is the first time.

Anson quietly and attentively watched "Superman 2" in its entirety, no different from other viewers. After experiencing the long and magnificent promotional event, he did not rush to leave or quickly return to the hotel to rest, but stayed in place and enjoyed an old movie that was two hours long.

Moreover, after the movie ended, there was no grand farewell and no formal greetings. He turned and left in a low-key manner, without bodyguards or assistants.

Washington Square also gave their response.

Shouting, but not crowded.

Fervent, but not out of control.

They lined up to make way, cheering and applauding, sending Anson off in an orderly but enthusiastic manner.

Without a doubt, this should leave a mark in the history of film promotion events in North America, a heavy and colorful mark.

In the deafening and heart-wrenching shouts of the audience, Anson left; however, the fervor of the party continued, and it did not disappear for a long time.

Those viewers who were willing to stay in Washington Square to continue watching 'Superman 3' were rewarded. After the screening of this movie, 'Superman 4' was not continued, but 'Catch Me If You Can' began screening at 12:05 AM—

A gift from Anson.

So, the two thousand viewers who stayed at the scene spent the most unforgettable and magical night of their lives, listening to the creative sharing of the movie's protagonist, and then watching him break the fourth wall and come to reality, and then watching him break the fourth wall and return to the movie screen, re-appreciating this movie.

The same, yet different.

That was the happiest, most relaxed, most comfortable, and most enjoyable screening I have had in the past three years, because Anson made me start to like the movie itself again, not because of work or because of a task, but purely as a form of relaxation.

'Catch Me If You Can' is that kind of Christmas gift, unconventional and non-conforming, but you can see the surprise the moment you open the gift box."

In a flamboyant manner.

Nicholas recorded the end of that night in a special way, bringing a slightly different reporting perspective to the general readers, but undoubtedly, it sparked heated discussions, from different aspects and different angles.

"The New York Times'" special report was just the tip of the iceberg.

Because the subsequent impact of this storm has only just begun.