Matt Owen froze, completely froze, and the muscles of his limbs were completely stiff, as if his whole body was poured into reinforced concrete, and he couldn't move at all; But the blood was rushing, the adrenaline was in full swing like fireworks on the Fourth of July, and the indescribable excitement and excitement paralyzed the brain, completely unable to think. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He had thought he would be calm, but at best he was a little excited. After all, he will be forty years old next year, and he has already passed the youth stage of being unable to help himself because of his idol, and when Lance appeared on the red carpet just now, he was only infected by the frenzied atmosphere of the scene, and he was a little emotional, and there was nothing special.

But at this moment, Matt found that his muscles were trembling slightly, uncontrollable, just like when he first met Bob-Dylan twenty years ago.

Realizing this, Matt was a little relieved, and the dreams of unbridled youth and passion, which had almost disappeared from memory, returned to his body, somewhat unfamiliar, surprisingly more familiar, but his muscles were too sore to move, and he only noticed the silence around him—the silence that had been at its extreme.

He was located some distance from the audience, and all the winners of the "Welcome to Your Sin City" event sat together, like a jury of judges who enjoyed the excitement from a unique perspective and at the same time became part of the live revelry, enjoying the wonderful afternoon and the night to come.

But at this time, the voices of all of them were cut off in their throats, and their eyes were firmly locked on the same figure, the excitement caused by the excitement that they couldn't help themselves, but they were suppressed under the fossil-like skin and could not be vented, thus forming a kind of silence in the restlessness, as if the calm before the storm, the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was all over the building.

Not only him, but the group of young people sitting in the front row, Emerson, Lily, Andy, Chloe and others, all fell into silence because of excessive excitement, as if they couldn't even make a sound, and the silence that was suppressed to the extreme burst out with incredible energy.

Lancelot Strello stood in front of him, so truly, like a lie.

"Good evening, I'm Lance." Matt looked at the right hand stretched out in front of him, his brain couldn't react at all, but fortunately, the body's instinctive/instinctive reaction made a move, and he held the right hand jerky, "Matt Owen." Matt heard his hoarse voice as if he had stayed up all night, which made him laugh a little awkwardly.

But Lance didn't seem to notice at all, and there was a faint surprise in his eyes, "Oh, the crossroads of Wall Street, this is your work, right?" God, I really like your work. ”

"Do you like my work?" Matt finally found his voice, and said with some urgency, some excitement.

"Of course. I remember three of your works, one of them was a face in the New York Stock Exchange, one was a scene in a New York subway station, and one was a scene at the intersection of Wall Street. Lance's eyes lit up little by little, "I like the Wall Street one the most." You know, the staggered scenes of that moment coincided with the images in my mind. What I'm most curious about is, how did you capture that police car? ”

At the crossroads of Wall Street, in order to take this photo, Matt used his time after work at noon every day to take pictures, and for half an hour every day, he waited for seven days and took more than 500 photos, and then he was selected.

In the photo, a group of Wall Street elites are talking and laughing with newspapers in their hands; A homeless man stands behind him rummaging through a trash can for food; A police car was parked on the side of the street, and two law enforcement officers had just stepped out of the car; There was also a little girl standing beside the Wall Street elite, with her right hand outstretched, trying to catch the balloon that flew away; The balloon rises slowly in the breeze, and it looks so small among the tall buildings around it, which sets off the coldness and indifference of this reinforced concrete city.

A traffic light makes the intersection crowded and bustling, but it also presents a cold and bloody corner of the city. The whole photo has only a touch of balloon blue. It's not red, it's a cool blue. The rest is all black and white.

"I thought you'd notice the balloon." Matt subconsciously said his thoughts, almost everyone saw this photo, the first reaction was the balloon, and the second reaction was why the balloon was not red? Greatly influenced by "Schindler's List", it seems that everyone has a soft spot for red in black and white.

Lance shook his head and chuckled, "No, balloons aren't the point. Police cars are. ”

Wall Street is a sin city, and the people who are active on this street control the livelihoods of millions of ordinary people, a series of cold and meaningless numbers determine the direction of thousands of lives, and their sins are invisible blood, wrapped in the sanctimony of suits.

In this photograph, the coexistence of police cars, homeless people and Wall Street people is peaceful and distant, but it also implies a social judgment.

Matt held Lance's right hand firmly, and he knew that Lance must have understood the meaning of the picture, and he knew it. "It was just a patrol car, and there was a food truck on that corner, and their sandwiches were good. So, that police car would often be parked on the side of the street. ”

"Huh." Lance was amused by the answer, "I didn't expect that. Matt's deep joy also welled up, "Thank you for such a wonderful work, I'm sure I'll be at the Museum of Modern Art in New York again." Welcome to tonight's premiere, and I hope to hear from you when the film is over. ”

"I believe in you." Matt didn't think about it before he blurted out the words, and after saying them, he realized how heavy the weight of the sentence really was - especially for a director who has only shot three films, the weight of a trust is even more difficult to assess, but Matt found that he did not hesitate, but was so unwavering, "I believe in your work!" Matt spoke again.

A smile welled up in Lance's eyes, shining brightly in the setting sun.

Then, Lance looked at the young people standing next to him, and before Lance could speak, the boy in the lead said excitedly, "Emerson, my name is Emerson." This is Lily, this is Andy. We've seen you at Sundance before. A series of words exploded like a chain of cannons.

"It seems that my work has touched you, so we met again today." Lance's words made Emerson nod his head again and again, as if his head was about to fall.

Lily was a little stunned, everything in front of her seemed to be covered with a thin halo, it looked so unreal, she could even count Lance's thick eyelashes, every detail was so clear, she couldn't help but want to raise her hand to touch, but the idea just came out, and she didn't have time to implement it, so she vetoed it, as if her reckless act would break all this dream.

By the time Lance left, Lily felt like a mess in her head, she had no idea what had just happened, leaving only a large pile of fragments that she couldn't put together. She didn't have a hangover, but she couldn't extricate herself from the clean, refreshing woody smell.

"Lily, Lily!" It took Lily a long time to come to her senses, and then she saw Emerson's enlarged face, "Did you hear that?" Lance said that our work is very exciting, and he thinks we can make a documentary that really shows the situation of school violence and use the online platform to draw more people's attention. Lily, did you hear that? Lance thinks I can be a great director! ”

Emerson's eyes glittered, and Lily thought it was a look of excitement, but found that it was a glittering tear. She wanted to respond to Emerson, but her mind was blank, she had no idea what had just happened, she subconsciously turned her head, Lily looked at Chloe who was sitting on the other side, but found that Chloe had two shy blushes on her face.

"Lance remembers me, and he remembers my carbon pen!" Chloe said something out of the blue, and once again Lily couldn't understand. But Chloe's eyes were so clear that she said everything, "He also gave me a lot of advice, thinking that I still had a lack of use of the lens." God, he really took a serious look at my work! ”

This is not the first time Chloe has been up close to Lance, the last time Lance and Tom recorded "The Tonight Show" in New York to promote "Killing with a Knife", Chloe and Lance spoke face-to-face. But even so, Chloe's excitement today is hard to contain, not only because she likes Lance's work, but also because she communicates with Lance as a film student, and she enjoys the moment, she loves it. This reminded her of the reason why she chose the film department in the first place.

It's not just Matt, it's not just Emerson, it's not just Chloe, everyone feels the surprise. Originally, they thought that "Welcome to Your Sin City" was just a movie promotion - after all, the news media constantly emphasized this point, but after actually approaching Lance, they realized that it was much more than that, it was an interaction between movie lovers, and Lance hoped that more and more movie lovers would join the discussion and have a more profound interaction with Chaos Pictures.

This reminded them of a previous piece of news: the drama "Killing with a Knife" has become a paradise for new actors to exchange acting skills and polish their acting skills.

Chaos Pictures seems to be different from other film companies, there are no grandiose slogans, no overwhelming public relations, no pretentious showmanship, everything is so kind...... So true. (To be continued.) )