Hollywood Drawing

In the eyes of the public, Tom Cruise is definitely a role model for celebrities and a role model for professionalism.

And there is nothing wrong in saying that. As far as the profession of actor is concerned, Tom Cruise is definitely a model of professionalism. Even after he turned fifty, there was still a lot of news about him not using a stunt double and doing all kinds of thrilling action scenes himself.

But on the other hand, this is a troublesome figure.

For example, regarding dyslexia, since he was fourteen or fifteen years old, he has had difficulty reading even newspapers and magazines, let alone scripts.

And Tom Cruise is not alone. There are many children with dyslexia in North America.

When it comes to how he was finally cured, the biggest rumor is that it was a matter of faith. In this country that demands freedom in everything, freedom of belief has become a breeding ground for certain cults.

Tom Cruise has claimed more than once that his dyslexia was cured by his belief in Scientology. In fact, no one knows.

Even Pat Kingsley doesn't know what his clients' attitudes are towards Scientology. Although the name of Scientology is very scientific, in the eyes of the public, this is a red cult organization.

Tom Cruise has been criticized because of this issue of faith. It's not obvious yet, but there are some little troubles from time to time, and Pat Kingsley always finds a way to cover it up.

After all, with the big tree of CAA, some information can still be kept hidden from the public.

After the concubine selection incident occurred in the future, many bad things would be reported, but at that time, Pat Kingsley was no longer Tom Cruise's agent.

After walking out of her client's mansion, Pat Kingsley looked back. She just hoped that her client would not be provoked and irritated by reporters when he went out.

When night falls in Los Angeles, generally no one goes downtown unless necessary.

Like major cities in North America, urban centers are generally slums. These slums are home to a large number of people of color, mainly African Americans.

Every time it gets dark, there are almost no normal people walking on the streets. Night belongs to these black groups.

Schroeder grew up in downtown Los Angeles and naturally joined a local gang, making a living by reselling small bags of powder every day.

But Schroeder did not start his own business today. One of his good buddies told him that a movie starring one of their black compatriots was released. Not only was the leading actor a black man, but the male protagonist was Will Smith.

Even his buddies in the same gang, many people have watched this movie, and they all said it was very enjoyable. It was a movie about black people killing a lot of white people.

He plans to take his girlfriend to see it today, otherwise there will be no topic for bragging with his younger brother in the future. The children who can't make a living with him have all seen it, but he has never seen it.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Schroeder took his girlfriend to the nearest theater to the community.

As soon as he entered the theater lobby, he was stunned by the huge crowd of people inside. Did his black compatriots start to like old movies since when?

The theater hall was crowded with Nico and black girls queuing up. Schroeder dragged his girlfriend and struggled to get to the ticket window.

"Yo! Brother, give me two tickets to that movie. Yes, it's the one posted on the wall."

Schroeder escaped with a large amount of change and reached through the specially opened window of the ticket gate. He didn't care about the ticket gate surrounded by iron bars, even if he could only open his mouth and put his hand in.

This is not just the case with movie theaters. Any store near an African-American community is basically welded shut with steel bars, leaving only a small opening for collecting money.

After taking the movie ticket handed over by the conductor, Schroeder hugged his girlfriend and observed it, then walked to a corner with few people and waited for the movie to start.

"Hey, Jennifer, believe me, this is the kind of movie we black people should watch, not the kind of story about a white guy saving the world." Schroeder waved the movie ticket in his hand and started watching movies with his girlfriend Amway.

"Have you seen it? Many of my classmates have seen it. Those bixxhs, all they talk about in school these days is this movie!" This girl named Jennifer is obviously underage, but obviously the law does not Can't control it here.

"Of course I haven't seen it yet, I just want to wait for you to come together." Schroeder hugged his girlfriend, and the two of them kissed together as if no one else was around. No one around them cared about Schroeder's wandering hands, only some little black guys. , whistling.

On the second floor of this theater, manager Tang De was looking downstairs with Warner Bros. investigator Heywood.

"You know, I really can't believe that instead of selling calves, robbing, and grabbing land, these niggas came to the theater to watch movies together." Heywood has been saying this sentence since the evening. Obviously, this kind of The situation exceeded his own social perceptions.

The theater manager was very calm. He had already been surprised on Friday. He had been doing this for many years and had never seen anything like this before.

“Publicity creates buzz, and buzz turns into attention.”

Tang De's words reminded Heywood that the company only sent him to understand the situation, but the situation turned out to be unexpectedly good.

"Attention will bring about a rapid increase in box office! Look at these niggas, who would have thought that these scum of society would one day know how to line up to enter the cinema."

Tang De continued to sigh, but at this moment Heywood was in trouble. He looked at the theater manager and said with some embarrassment: "Tang De, you know I still have work to do. I want to ask you, can you guarantee my safety in this theater?"

"What are you going to do?" Tang De was a little surprised. Normally, in a theater like theirs, no white people would collect the opinions of black movie fans. "As long as you don't provoke those people, you're safe in the theater."

"Okay, that's good." Heywood nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. "The company sent me here, I can't just go back without knowing anything, right?"

"Hmm, when this screening is over, I'll find someone to follow you, but I advise you to try not to put your hopes in these people. They won't understand what's good and what's bad about the movie."

Downstairs, Schroeder hugged his girlfriend and walked forward in line. He didn't know why he was lining up. He didn't usually have this habit. Maybe it was just a herd mentality.

After handing the movie tickets to the ticket inspector, the two of them followed the group of people into the theater.

The seats here are very simple, and most of the red cloth covering the chairs have stains of various colors, making the already tattered seats no longer visible in their original color.

A small number of those chairs simply had no cloth cover at all, leaving only an iron frame.

Those who came in first could grab more comfortable chairs, and those who came in later sat directly on the shelves, which they didn't mind.

Schroeder was lucky enough to grab a corner with his girlfriend Jennifer. The two chairs here were in good condition, but there were some unspeakable marks on them.

"Hey, Jennifer, I bet there are at least a dozen girls who have been unpacked here!" Schroeder pressed hard on the mark under his butt, which he was very familiar with.

"Those little bitches in our school showed off to me here. They said it was very exciting!" Jennifer curled her thick lips and turned her gaze to the big screen.

Her family conditions are not very good, and this is the first time she has been to such a place. It’s hard to imagine that a sixteen-year-old girl has never been to a movie theater.

However, if you go out and ask on the street, this kind of thing is not new. There are many people in these communities who have never been to a movie theater.

The lights in the theater suddenly turned off, and the title of Warner Bros. appeared on the big screen. The moment the lights were turned off, many buddies whistled, mixed with women's shouts and curses.

Until the movie started, the theater didn't quiet down. Most people were chatting away, and some guys with women couldn't wait to eat it.

Schroeder did not rush to tease girls, but set his sights on the big screen. He was really curious about this film.

At the beginning of the story, when Will Smith appeared on the screen and made out with a white girl, all the black people seemed to have reached an emotional high and clapped loudly.

Sometimes the brain circuits of these black people are really incomprehensible.

Ten minutes after the film started, there was almost no noise in the theater, and the story being played attracted everyone.

Schroeder was also attracted. He stared at the curtain and even ignored his girlfriend.

As the story slowly progressed, Schroeder was awakened by the scolding when the film was more than halfway through. It turned out that the protagonist Chris was tied to a chair and was about to change his brain.

The audience here must not expect them to have any quality. After seeing Chris being tied up, they used all kinds of ugly and dirty words, and some black people even used slang.

When the male protagonist in the film started killing people, these gangsters started cheering, saying "nice job" and "fuck them to death".

Schroeder stared at the screen until the end of the movie. This movie touched him deeply and allowed him to appreciate the charm of movies for the first time.

The lights in the movie theater came on again, and everyone was walking out. When Schroeder went out, he found a white man standing at the door. From time to time, he would come up and chat with him.

When it was his turn, the white man came up to him and asked him politely.

"Hi, I am the investigator of this film. This film was produced by our company. Can I ask you why you came to watch this film?"

As usual, Heywood asked the black people he liked. If they looked too fierce, he pretended not to see them. He didn't want to cause trouble and then be shot in the dark when he went out.

Schroeder hugged his girlfriend and said nonchalantly: "Many people around me have seen it. Damn it, even those who are not allowed to sell leaf cigarettes on the market have seen it. If I haven't seen it, among the gangs It would be very shameless.”