Legendary Hollywood Director

Los Angeles is still a little cooler in February.

Half past seven in the evening.

An investigation company commissioned by Universal came to a theater.

Pedestrians on the side of the road come and go, and from time to time they discuss enthusiastically which movie to watch.

In the poster column in the cinema hall, the one that occupies the most space and the largest space is the new work The Mist directed by Lehman.

The film premiered today, and the filming rate and support are significantly higher than other works in the same period. In Hollywood, the director is absolutely superior to the actors in the eyes of the theater, and it is also an absolute indicator to measure the tilt of resources.

For example, if a certain front-line superstar participates in the work of a new director, and competes with the work of the front-line director pulling new actors and actresses at the same time, before the performance data has not yet appeared, no matter what the comparison, the theater chain will be more optimistic about the director.

This is a chain of contempt in the industry, and people in the industry will not believe that someone can't act without a certain work.

After all, actors who perform well are their duty, and actors who perform poorly are responsible.

In other words, the director carries the box office, and the actors are just the icing on the cake.

At the level of Lehmann, the local box office recovery is a guaranteed result, and the overseas recovery is slightly unsatisfactory.

This is the status and trust of his works, and his fame is enough to attract audiences to the theater, no matter what type it is.

The Mist at eight o'clock, give me a movie ticket.

After paying the money and taking the ticket, Bella looked in the direction and walked into the second theater.

As a film critic, whether it is professional needs or her own needs, Lehmann's works, she always has to see.

I found my seat, and people came in one after another.

Before the screening, I looked around and found that the attendance was quite good - there are about 1,500 seats in the theater, and at first glance, it seems that there are people in the seats.

It's so lively, Bella thought.

In anticipation of the audience, the lights in the projection hall slowly went out...

...

Blue butterflies fluttered, and the lens poured down like cold moonlight.

On the big screen, the sound of footsteps entered my ears first, followed by the noise of turning over drawers and carrying things.

Finally, the camera moves slowly from bottom to top, like a person holding a camera and peeping from the perspective of a person, facing the room where the lighting is not bright, from left to right, with the soothing background music, sweeping a frame Oil painting in the corner...

Like a pair of faithful eyes, recording everything it can see...

This section is the beginning of Lyman's special order for Thomas to make up the film, and with his gradually mature and self-contained light and shadow coordination, the visual experience that is a little weird in the tranquility and a little gloomy in the sadness is vividly revealed.

It can be said that it is very hanging. It is also Lehman who wants to shock the audience from the very beginning, pulling into the slightly cruel and brutal dark jungle of The Mist.

A good movie needs a sense of substitution, and there is no doubt that Lehmann did it.

If you look out from the direction of the screen, in the theater, everyone's eyes are firmly fixed on this side...

Inside the house, the man was painting and was about to finish it.

In the painting, there is a tough cowboy with a revolver in his hand. His eyes are firm, as if he will not give in to any difficulties.

When the painting was completed, the man turned off the lights and rested.

In the darkness, there was a sudden gust of wind, and the sound of houses being destroyed could be vaguely heard.

Sure enough, the next day, the man who painted, that is, David, was cleaning up his courtyard with a sad face.

Last night, it was windy and rainy again.

And after the wind and rain, it was always a mess, and even the big tree outside the house was blown down.

The camera began to shake outwards, advancing the plot from the main perspective of the third person. In the depths of the river not far away, a thick white mist slowly drifted.

David saw it too, but ignored it. It was normal for fog in the morning after the rain, but the fog was a little heavier.

After his wife came out of the house, he instructed David to go to the supermarket to buy some necessities to save, so as not to be affected by the storm.

The son heard it and wanted to go to the supermarket. He was only 6 years old, and it was when he loved to play and lively.

Just as he was about to leave, the neighbor's black lawyer Brent also went to the supermarket to buy supplies.

Moreover, his car broke down, and the three had to travel together.

When we got to the supermarket, all the nearby residents came.

The supermarket is very lively, greeting each other, chatting, and joking.

Most of the people knew each other, and amid the jubilation, when Miss Carmody from the town appeared, she was a little cold.

Carmody is very beautiful, and logically, he should be welcomed by men, but the clerk muttered that the madman is coming, hate ghosts and so on.

She wandered in this small town, and all she could taste was confusion and indifference. After all, no one likes a woman who has been obsessed with reading the Bible, even if she is beautiful, she can't stand that kind of fanatical preaching.

The soothing tune sounded again, wrapped in bright sunlight, Carmody was like a panicked little beast, hiding from the crowd while shopping for daily necessities.

The camera followed her all the way, capturing her profile without any scruples, making her beautiful and even dazzling.

She would pray beside the shelves, praying to God, and then secretly looking at the nearby residents, she smiled faintly when she was not found.

The camera suddenly zoomed out, extending her whole body, with a lavender dress and flat boots, blooming like a fairy in the corner of the noisy supermarket.

Under Lyman's eccentricity, it is also for the reversal of the follow-up plot and the first promotion and then depression, Eva's role falls in the hearts of the audience, with a mysterious and strange temperament.

People in the town hated her, but to the audience, it was inexplicable.

She is so beautiful, why is she hated?

David also noticed Miss Carmody, but he ignored it, holding his son and taking him to buy toys.

He is a man who is immersed in his own life, with a sense of freedom and ease.

He didn't care about the opinions of the people around him. When he met Carmody, he asked his son to greet her and chat politely.

But his freedom and ease did not bring him enough luck.

David was about to leave when a panicked old man with a little blood on his body ran in outside the supermarket.

He shouted loudly that there were monsters in the fog, and his companions were eaten by the thick fog, and he was very scared.

After that, the thick white fog surrounded him for some reason.

This strange scene made everyone a little scared and uneasy, but the black lawyer Brent comforted everyone and warned the old man not to spread rumors.

The fog was so thick that it obscured the line of sight, but there were definitely no monsters.

There are many people who agree with this point of view. What the old man said, everyone is just a little uneasy, and he didn't take the thick fog to heart, thinking, wait for the fog to dissipate before leaving.