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Chapter 34 Film Festival Premiere

After staying in the air for more than ten hours, the group landed at Marco Polo International Airport.

It is located on the island of Tessera, off the main island of Venice.

In order to save money, everyone first took a bus across the cross-sea bridge, and then got off at the station.

I have to get off the car.

Venice is a world-famous water city. Once you reach the main city area, there are no roads and only water routes. The only way to reach your destination is by boat.

The seven people found a not-so-big boat.

Sitting on the boat, it feels like you can just reach out and scoop up some water to wash your face. So the question is, where is the sewer in Venice?
There are some thoughts that you should not think about too much. If you think about them more, you will no longer have those thoughts.

Even Huang Ze was a little worried that the water would splash on him.

Ten minutes later, everyone arrived at the hotel arranged by the organizer.

When I walked into the hotel lobby, there were already quite a few people inside.

Because the film festival is about to be held, all kinds of tourists are coming and going, including participating crews, filmmakers who come to screen and sell their films, various distributors who come to the film festival to try to find valuable films and make a small profit, and veteran movie fans who come to watch the films.

"Hello, are you Japanese?" A blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigner was about to go out. After looking at the appearance of the next group of people, he asked along the way.

"NO, we are Chinese!" the leader of China Film Group responded with great momentum.

"Oh, sorry." The other party apologized first, then recalled something, "I remember that there is a film from a mysterious oriental country that has entered the main competition unit, called "Spring of the Underachievers". I am looking forward to your film. I will definitely go to see it when it premieres."

"welcome."

"Oh, I have something else to do, buddy, see you at the screening!" The other person waved his hand and walked away.

Looking at his back, Huang Ze felt quite helpless.

There's nothing we can do about this kind of thing.

Not to mention the economy, Japan is now on the verge of its heyday, but the gap is too big.

Just talking about movies, in the world film circle, today's domestic, no, even Chinese-language movies, are indeed incomparable to Japan.

In the fifties there were Yasujiro Ozu and Kenji Mizoguchi.

As both of them entered their final years, a famous figure named Akira Kurosawa appeared.

In 80 and 83, Japanese films won the Palme d'Or twice.

When China just opened up, the fifth generation had not yet emerged, and Iran's Abbas had not yet shined, it was no exaggeration to say that Japan was far ahead in the Asian film circle.

That reputation was earned from six European Grand Prix awards and three Academy Awards for Best Foreign Language Film.

“It’s so stressful!”

Huang Ze secretly let out a breath, and inexplicably felt that something was missing in his heart.

Turning back, Huang Ze found Bai Cheng looking at him.

He didn't say anything, just patted Huang Ze's shoulder gently and gave Huang Ze a look. At this moment, silence was better than words.

"Yeah." Huang Ze nodded.

it is more than words.

……

In the following time, in order to save money, everyone stayed in the hotel and chatted.

Or just flipping through the brochure distributed by the film festival.

Huang Ze couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the jury members written above, especially the chairman of the jury, "Michelangelo Antonioni."

"Who is this?" Everyone was staying in a triple room, so the three people from Shanghai were staying in one room. Jiao Huang didn't know much about the director world, so he asked curiously, "Is he famous?"

"The only one in the world..." Huang Ze wanted to say something else, but when the words came to his lips, he remembered that Robert Altman had to wait until 93 to win the Grand Slam. Realizing that something was wrong, he quickly changed his words, "The only two directors in the world who have won the West Berlin Golden Bear, Venice Golden Lion, and Cannes Palme d'Or."

"One of these two directors is French and the other is Italian."

"He is the Italian." "In 61, 64, and 67, he won the three highest awards every three years."

“That’s amazing!” Jiao Huang sighed, then smiled bitterly, “I had just graduated at that time, and then…”

Jiao Huang stopped talking and glanced at Bai Cheng. The two smiled at each other and didn't say anything else.

……

On the 26th, the film festival officially opened and everyone went to attend the premiere together. The next day, the film "The Underachievers" was screened.

Early in the morning, everyone left the hotel and took a boat to the assigned exhibition hall.

What Venice has the most is cinemas.

After all, "The Underachiever" was a film that entered the main competition unit and was allocated a theater that could accommodate 600 people.

After installing the copy and making preparations, everyone slowly waited.

The first people to come in were a few white people, led by a white man in his thirties wearing glasses.

Judging from his appearance, he is an Italian.

"Hello, friends!" Even from a distance, the other party stretched out his hand to greet us. The most important thing is that he spoke Chinese.

Even if it’s not fluent, it’s still Chinese!

His identity appears to have been revealed.

He can only be said to be the one who brought domestic films to the top three in Europe.

"Mr. Marco Mueller!" A representative from China Film Group hurried over and shook hands with the other party.

"Hello there!"

"I've seen "The Underachievers", it's an excellent movie. Can I meet the director and screenwriter?"

"Mr. Marco, this way!" The representative from China Film Group turned around and waved to Bai Cheng and Huang Ze.

The two of them also came over and shook hands with him.

"Oh, so young."

When Marco Mueller shook hands with Huang Ze, he couldn't help but sigh, "From you, I see the future of Chinese films. Work hard. When you make a movie yourself, contact me. I am very interested in the next movie you write."

"Director Bai." When shaking hands with Bai Cheng, he seemed to have seen Bai Cheng before.

"I actually think your film Under the Bridge can be shortlisted for the main competition unit, but I can only choose a better one. Fortunately, Spring of the Underachievers is also your film."

“I think this film has great potential to win awards, and I hope you can gain something from it!”

"Thank you, we'll do our best."

"Mr. Marco, sit down!"

"Please take a seat."

"Come over here." Marco Mueller said to his friends while looking for a seat, "This movie will definitely not disappoint you, believe me!"

After they sat down, more than an hour passed and there were about two hundred people sitting in the theater.

Not even half of the theater was full.

Listening to the audience's conversation, many of them came out of curiosity. It was the first time they saw a movie from the ancient oriental country appear in Venice, and they wanted to see what kind of movie it was.

Everyone looked at each other. The time had come and it was time to start the screening.

As the lights were turned off, the entire cinema fell into darkness.

There is a saying that goes, every movie is a journey of life.

As a beam of light hit the movie screen, everyone entered a different life together.

(End of this chapter)