Summers in Shanghai are surprisingly hot. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is the most intense time of the day, the sun ruthlessly tears through the clouds and shines down violently, covering the earth, and the curtain walls of the high-rise buildings on the street reflect the dazzling light, which is really spicy to the eyes. Because of the heat, there are not many people on the street, and occasionally a car drives by, and the scorched ground can get a little shade, but when the car passes, the ground is exposed to the sun again, and there is a painful wail, and at a glance, it seems that there is heat steaming up from the ground, and the road surface seems to be roasted and deformed, and it is no longer straight.

At a three-way intersection on Chang'an West Road, two buildings, both four or five stories high, stand face to face, the front wall of the south building is hung from top to bottom with Lei Yun's sign, and the north building is a neon sign of "Paramount Theater" on the top of the center line, and a large blank wall below the sign is hung with a huge curtain.

The entire two-thirds of the picture on top of the huge curtain is an inexplicable object, like a piece of earth hanging upside down in the sky, with a white light shining down in the middle, and the lower third seems to be a dark city. At the top of the background of the dark city, there are three big words written - Liberation Day.

Below the big characters, there is a series of small characters lined up: Chief Director: Du An, Assistant Director: Zhang Yimou, Huang Jianxin, Starring: Liang Jiahui, Gong Li, Zhu Qian, Jia Hongsheng, Du An, Ying Qiao...... In the lower right corner is a big number: 10.1.

This is a promotional poster, and unlike the popular posters, there is no avatar of an actor in the entire promotional poster, or more precisely, no portrait of any person. But it doesn't matter, because the words are already powerful enough.

Du An, Zhang Yi, Huang Jianxin, Liang Jiahui, Gong Li, Zhu Qian, Jia Hongsheng...... Except for the golden age of Hong Kong films in the last century, it has been a long time since I have seen so many familiar names appear on the same promotional poster.

Down the poster, there is an LED scrolling screen, on which a text message is playing: "Close Contact" will be released today, time: 2:30pm-5:00pm, there is air conditioning inside, you can receive 250ml of Coke with a small ticket, and the on-site ticket purchase is open......

It's already two o'clock in the afternoon, and there is only half an hour before the opening, but the door of the theater under the LED screen is full of doors, and I can't see a person entering for a long time, that is, occasionally someone approaches, at most, it is to look sideways and then pass by in a hurry without raising my head, and I don't stop for a moment.

Foot on the ground.

It's a sneaker with a breathable net, and when you look up at the shoe, you can see sturdy calves, cropped pants, polo shirt, and a face with sunglasses obscuring most of its face.

It was Duane.

He lifted his feet and walked in the direction of the entrance of the theater, and some passers-by only glanced at him and looked away, hurrying along his own way.

Duane walked to the door of the theater, opened the door, and entered, and instantly felt the cold air falling from the sky, and the body that had been roasted a little hot in a short period of time after getting out of the car was immediately excited, and his heart was cold.

There is a staff member at the door, who is sitting behind a table and napping, and there is a very modern silver-white ticket machine next to it. The sound of him pulling the door seemed to disturb the man's sleep, and he woke up at once, looked at Duane, and asked, "Take the ticket?"

His sleepy eyes were still a little worried, which showed that looking out at the hot ground outside through the glass door in such a cool room on a summer afternoon was indeed very hypnotic.

Duane shook his head, pulled a ticket out of his pocket and raised it at him.

Seeing this, the man stretched out his hand to the front and then to the right, "Get a Coke at the water bar with the ticket, and go this way through the ticket gate", after finishing speaking, he deflated again, sat down again, put up one arm to support his head, and began to feel sleepy again.

Duane followed the direction he pointed to the water bar and got a Coke, then walked towards the ticket gate, after checking the ticket, he passed through the winding passage and entered the small theater, and then the landscape in front of him was unobstructed.

At the foreground is a protruding stage, almost in a semi-circle protruding outward, and around the stage there are several cameras, some on their backs, some on stands, and several of them have put their cameras on the ground and are chatting together.

In addition to the surrounding cameras, there were all kinds of stage lights hanging in the sky, and on the ceiling at the back of the stage hung a row of black and swarthy things that I don't know what to see.

There were quite a lot of seats at the scene, and according to the preliminary visual inspection, there were about three or four hundred, but there were few people in this huge auditorium, and there were only a few spectators, so everyone didn't have to stick to the seat number, and all sat in front of them - Duane counted them, and there were only eight spectators at the scene, and there were more than so many photographers alone, and it was a situation where there were more staff than audiences.

And that's not counting the actors and backstage staff who are going to appear.

Before the show had even begun, the lights in the theater were still on, and Duane looked ahead, not intending to get together, but chose a position in the middle of the left area and sat down.

The time was approaching, the performance was about to start, and after a while, there were five more audiences, and the audience at the scene plus Duane was a total of 14, which finally broke through the single digits.

The audience seemed to know each other, and sat in front of them, chatting with the Coke in their hands, and after a while, the photographers stopped chatting, the lights dimmed, and the show was finally about to begin, and a light footstep came to Duane's side from far and near, and stopped and sat down.

"You're late. ”

Duane didn't turn his head and said softly to the person next to him.

A female voice came from the side, "It's not late, it's just right." ”

Listen to the voice, it's Shu Yu.

Du An also stopped talking and watched the performance with Shu Yu.

This story is very simple, that is, a boy and a girl met through the Internet after all kinds of things happened, although the story is simple, but it fits the characteristics of the current Internet crowd, in Duane's opinion, it is very playful, in fact, the screenwriter or director did use some brains, but the actors are too bad.

The performances of these actors on stage were clumsy to the point that they could almost be described as laymen's - the expressions were not in place, the movements were stiff and unsmooth, unnatural, there were no typhoons, and the tone of the lines was strange and made people play instantaneously......

Duane watched it for ten minutes and counted countless shortcomings, such a play is watched by people, and it can only be said that human beings are really tolerant.

However, if you ignore these details and simply look at the story, it seems that it is still possible, especially the stage effects, which are simply cool - there is a scene where there are no props even moved, and the direct light is three-dimensional on the stage.

When Shu Yu saw this, he said: "This technology is a bit wasteful in this story. ”

Duane was noncommittal, "Let them get acquainted with it first, and it will be more appropriate to use it on the blade later." ”

In addition to these, the appearance of the heroine is also a highlight.

As soon as the heroine on the stage appeared, the few audience members sitting in front of her burst out with a loud slogan: "Zhen Zhen!" (to be continued.) )