Hollywood Drawing

After a quiet night in the City of Angels, as the sun gradually rose, a noisy day gradually began. At around 8:30 in the morning, in a theater located in downtown Los Angeles, a so-called community of color, theater manager Tang De was checking the preparations before the official opening.

After walking around in a big circle, he let out a sigh of relief and stood on the second floor of the theater. He lit a cigarette and puffed on it. He looked at the large group of black guys and other people of color who were crowding outside the theater. . The audience here has a very obvious characteristic, that is, it is rare to see pure white people.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind Tang De. A middle-aged white man in a suit and leather shoes walked up to him. He held his hands on the railing and looked at the faces of the group of people outside the theater. His brows were deeply knitted together, and the corners of his mouth were still open. Twitching slightly. "Tang De, shit, those guys have bulging waists. I dare to swear to God, they definitely brought guys to watch the movie!"

"Hey, hey, don't worry, Heywood, after so many years, I thought you had adapted to the environment here." Theater manager Tang De waved his hand indifferently, and his tone of voice was full of ridicule. "I still remember that when "Get Out" was released in 1992, it was the first time Warner Bros. sent you here to do research. At that time, you almost wet your pants because of these niggas... "

"F**k up!" He turned his neck vigorously, with a helpless expression on his face. He raised his wrist and glanced at the time. He once again looked at the strange group of spectators outside the theater.

The theater manager's words once again brought his memory back to the summer of 1992. He still remembers how the dark horse "Get Out" caused a huge movie-going craze among people of color. Gang members, hoodlums, and brainless guys who make a living selling "contraband" not only rarely go into theaters in groups to watch movies, but they also maintain restraint and don't get into fights in the theater. This is what makes him the most impressive.

Several years have passed in a flash. Because of Wayne's favorability among black buddies, every time a movie directed by him is released, he has to come to this theater to collect survey data. Warner Bros. attaches great importance to these minority movie fans. , because their outburst of enthusiasm can indeed increase the film's impressive box office numbers.

However, he is not like theater manager Tang De. As a white man, he can work safely in downtown Los Angeles all year round. Every time he comes here to work, his calves are cramped, especially when facing those Nigerians who are full of slang. Man, that's the biggest headache.

"Don't worry, Heywood."

Seeing that the time was about to reach nine o'clock, the theater manager Tang De glanced at the face of the man next to him and gave him another vaccination. "Whenever Wayne's film is released, this is the time when these people are most disciplined. Even if there is friction, they will not take action in the theater. When you collect data, just don't leave the sight of Sandy, the ticket collector. , no one will think twice about you."

After saying that, she smiled at him, waved, and walked downstairs. However, Warner Bros. senior investigator Heywood didn't hear what he muttered softly after going downstairs. "Shit, it's just for data collection. Do you need to wear an Armani suit? Are you afraid that those niggas won't find out that you are a rich man?..."

As soon as nine o'clock arrived, countless people poured into the theater hall, and the whole theater was immediately filled with all kinds of chaotic sounds. These people don't know what politeness and quality are. They all chat loudly, bump fists, and say hello.

The content of their chats, in the mind of Heywood, who was watching from the second floor, could directly skip the court proceedings and be sent directly to the prison to exercise.

"Holy s***t! You little bi**hs, line up to buy movie tickets, shit, line up for me!"

"M*** f**ker, you son of a bitch, you stepped on my toes!"

"Stop screaming, give me all the ****..."

Looking at the hall that looked like a vegetable market, Heywood shook his head helplessly. In fact, such hot scenes are not common. Wayne's films are very popular among people of color, but such hot scenes only happened once in 1992.

He glanced at the ticket window, merchandise, and surrounding store windows. The steel bars as thick as his fingers were tightly welded shut. He now seriously doubted the safety of these protections and whether they could block potential riots. Only by telling these people the rules would he become an adult. People's most naive thoughts.

However, the next development of the matter was seriously beyond his expectation. Although the group of people were cursing and cursing, the entire ticket purchase process, as well as the subsequent process of checking in and entering the cinema, were all completed in an orderly queue. , there was no chaos as he imagined.

Time passed slowly, and his frown became deeper and deeper, because after strict calculations, from the opening of the door at nine o'clock to the current time of nine forty-five, four movies have officially started. , can accommodate at least one hundred thirty or forty people, but the crowd in the hall has never been small, and has become more and more crowded.

Looking at the chaotic hall, Heywood muttered: "Damn it, today is Friday, why don't you even go to work..."

"Sir, do you really expect these people to have formal jobs?" Tang De, the theater manager who had just been busy and sweating, came to the second floor, lit a cigarette, looked at the crowd and smoked it with satisfaction, while teasing in a sarcastic tone. "I have news that might interest you!"

"What?" Heywood shook his head, looked at the other person and asked. "Do you know why these guys came to the theater so enthusiastically at the first time?" Tang De was obviously in a very good mood. Although the suit on his body was wrinkled, the smile on his face was bright. "I bet you haven't seen "The Dark Knight". There is a scene in it about two ships being bombed. In the film, black people showed rare kindness, which played a positive role. Humanity..."

In fact, he only suddenly realized this when he heard the black people talking when he was helping below. Someone must have seen the movie in advance and then promoted it spontaneously, or through some other channels. Most black people actually came here for this scene, so the reality is far more absurd than the movie.

Heywood shrugged and said without scruple: "It's not so much about human nature, but the more something is missing in reality, the more they want to see it in the movie!"

The two were chatting on the second floor, watching groups of ethnic minorities walking into the theater in groups, then lining up in a twisted queue to buy tickets, and then walking into the theater to watch the movie. The process lasted until about eleven o'clock in the morning, and the environment in the hall gradually became quieter.

"The theater where the show started is about to end." Tang De patted Heywood's arm, pointed at the ticket gate, and reminded: "There are too many people. Your job today is definitely not easy. You need to Talk to help.”

"It should be no problem. You know, this is my job, and I have sufficient work experience." Heywood waved his hand, deliberately adjusted the tie around his neck, picked up a huge black briefcase from behind, and carried Legs walked towards the ticket gate. He knew that hundreds of spectators would pour out of there in a short while. What he had to do was to collect the opinions and data of the spectators at close range after watching the movie.

"Don't leave ticket collector Sandy's sight, never!"

The theater manager's reminder came from behind again. He turned his head and gave the other party a gesture of understanding.

Arriving at the ticket gate, Heywood put down the briefcase in his hand, and while greeting Sandy, he took out a large stack of printing paper and a large bundle of pens printed with the Batman logo, making final preparations. .

"Crash..."

"boom!"

The two people standing at the ticket gate were startled. The sudden sound came without any warning. Just when they looked at each other and wanted to say something, a black guy ran out from the theater that was about to end. It's a theater worker.

"Those guys were just crazy. I wanted to go in and turn on the light, but those guys were groping in the dark, clapping like crazy! Damn, I was shocked!"

"Hank, don't tell me this is applause!" Ticket inspector Sandy asked in disbelief, his tone full of disbelief.

This is the chaotic city center of Los Angeles. Audiences living in nearby neighborhoods have no idea what moviegoing etiquette is, so they can take the initiative to applaud the film. Such a scene is really uncommon.

More importantly, they could hear a sound like thunder while they were still outside the theater, which showed how excited the audience in the theater was.

"That's right, these damn niggas are crazy about what they are doing."

The staff member cursed and walked back to the theater. He had to turn on the lights inside, otherwise it would affect the next screening. You know, the interval between each movie is only a pitiful ten minutes.

Not long after, a group of movie fans came out chatting loudly. Heywood's face was shocked, he picked up his things and went up to them. Now was the time for his work to officially begin.

"Ha, what's the highest score? A?" The first black girl was quite enthusiastic. Maybe she was still excited after watching the movie, so she took the questionnaire very cooperatively. "Okay, no doubt about it, damn, the movie is so fucking awesome!"

"A, I knew this movie would not disappoint me!"

"Of course it's A, man. I swear, this is the best movie I've ever seen since I was a kid!"

"Shit, Harder, this isn't your first time in a movie theater, right?"

"Shut that stinking mouth of yours, f**k you."

The chaotic scene lasted for nearly ten minutes before it ended. Heywood neatly put away all the investigation reports, sat on a chair nearby, and waited for the end of the next movie.

"Is a phenomenal movie about to appear again?" He muttered, and saw the theater manager passing by shouting: "Tang De, if I were you, I would call the head office immediately and report to them. It’s so hot here, line up all those damn movie theaters for The Dark Knight!”

"Man, I just reported it!"