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The Morris Theatre is located in the south of Park City, the geographical location is not good, and it is a little far from the screening area of the St. Denis Film Festival Center, where the theaters are concentrated, and can only accommodate 150 people, and the projection equipment is also very old, so it can be said that the conditions are not ideal.

Even so, the Morris Theatre is still packed with screenings, with a considerable number of films screened each day for more than ten days during the festival.

As you can guess from the conditions of the theater itself, the screenings here are basically small productions of unknown people.

The screening of "Hard Fruit Candy" was placed here, and the film will only be screened once for the time being, and according to the practice of the St. Denis Film Festival, if the word-of-mouth response is good, there may be additional screenings.

Just after three o'clock in the afternoon, Murphy took Paul Wilson to the Morris Theatre.

Before the previous film ended, he stood near the entrance of the theater after greeting the manager of the theater and the staff of the organizing committee of the film festival.

In the slightly old billboard at the door, a list of movies that will be screened in the next few days is posted, "Love and Madness", "Poor Rosky", "My City", "Long Island Love", ......

Sweeping his gaze over the titles, Murphy was not impressed.

"There are so few people."

Standing next to Murphy, Paul Wilson looked at the exit of the theater, where the last movie had just ended, and more than a dozen audience members walked out in a sparse manner.

"An hour and a half wasted ......"

"The shaky camera makes me want to throw up."

"What exactly is the director talking about? Be all abroad. ”

These audience members walked past Murphy and the others, and it was not difficult to see from the discussion that they were very dissatisfied with the film just now.

Murphy roughly looked at these people and shook his head slightly, these were ordinary spectators, and there was not a single buyer in them.

The end of the previous movie also means that the screening of "Hard Fruit Candy" is about to begin, and Murphy stands at the door of the theater and watches it for a long time, sadly finding that no audience has entered.

He is not surprised that the venue is remote, the film is obscure, there is little publicity, and the screening is held in the middle of the afternoon instead of the prime time in the evening.

Murphy remained calm, Paul Wilson's anxiety already written on his face, and he kept walking around the doorway, complaining that the theater the organizers had lined them up for was far from the center screening area.

"Paul, be quiet for a moment." Murphy walked up the steps to the entrance to the theater and glanced back, "I'm dizzy when you turn around." ”

The theater is so quiet, it's impossible to say that he's not in a hurry, but Murphy's mind is still clear enough, it's normal for a film like this to be unattended, but it's not normal if the audience flocks to it.

He took out his phone and looked at the time, there was still nearly half an hour before the start of the screening, and Bill Rothes and the professional filmmakers and buyers he contacted should be almost there.

At the turn of the street, several people came from far and near, and soon came to the door of the theater, and did not look at Murphy standing at the door, and entered the theater directly, this theater was not completely unattended, and in the following ten minutes, four or five people walked into the door behind him one after another.

It's about the same as the previous one, and there will be about a dozen people by the time of the screening.

Fifteen minutes before the show, Murphy took out his phone again to check the time, and finally turned two taxis around the corner of the street, and the car was soon in front of the theater, and just after it stopped, Bill Rothes got out of the passenger seat of the front car and voluntarily opened the rear door.

Paul Wilson had a good eye, and when Murphy came down the steps, he came from behind, walked up to the car behind him in a few big strides, followed Bill Rosys's example, and opened the door.

Murphy smiled professionally and enthusiastically, but his gaze quickly swept over the three strangers who had disembarked from the two cars.

The first person on Bill Rothes's side was a middle-aged man with a slightly bald forehead and a pair of round eyes on the bridge of his nose, which at first glance looked like an old-school professional accountant.

Behind him was a man of about thirty years old, with brown hair and a suit-clad body that smelled of cologne, even from a distance, and Murphy could smell it.

There was only one person in the taxi behind, a black man with long hair permed into shreds, and from his appearance, he was probably about thirty years old.

Murphy descended the stairs, and they also happened to come over, and Bill Rothes took the initiative to introduce both sides.

The middle-aged man with a slightly bald forehead is called Joel Graham and is from Harbor Entertainment; Cologne is Baker Larsente, a professional filmmaker at Castle Stone Pictures; The biggest black woman is Jones Butler, the buyer of Miramax Films.

They were the guests invited by Bill Rossies.

Now Murphy didn't have any capital, shook hands with them one by one, took the initiative to lead the way, and led the group into the screening hall.

The screening hall that can seat 150 people is quite empty, and there are more than a dozen audience members scattered in the middle rows.

Murphy led them to a specially set aside row of seats in the theater and politely said, "Please take a seat." ”

The three men just nodded at him, but didn't say anything.

In particular, the black man named Jones Butler never said anything but a hello in the greetings.

After she sat down, she didn't mean to talk to others, as a buyer from Miramax Films, she was able to watch such a film, more for the sake of having a little friendship with Bill Rosith, otherwise how could such a film that had no previous directorial production cause her interest.

The other two are no better, in a circle where distributors are at the top of the food chain, especially when it comes to investors, producers or directors of small film projects, they naturally have an advantage.

This contempt and arrogance are not deliberately revealed, but are a natural circumstance.

Murphy can see it, but he doesn't care, this is an extremely realistic circle, if you want others to respect it, you must have the strength to make people respect.

"Can they take a fancy to our films?" Paul Wilson, after all, was a student who hadn't yet left school, so he couldn't help but lean into Murphy's ear and whispered, "It seems to be disdainful." ”

Murphy shrugged, "I don't know. ”

Bill Rothes sat with the three of them, but his eyes would turn to Murphy's side from time to time, and seeing Murphy's calm face, he nodded secretly.

The calmness and tenacity of this rookie director are indeed rare among young people.

With the lights off on the ceiling and the screen on, Jones Butler habitually pulls out a pen and notebook to record the possible selling points of a film, which is the basic instinct of a film buyer.