pertwk The trailer for Chapter 153 has been released, and the entire internet is mocking it: a guaranteed f
The trailer for Chapter 153 has been released, and the entire internet is mocking it: a guaranteed f
The moment the trailer ended, a brief vacuum appeared in the online world, as if everyone's brains collectively crashed for three seconds.
Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented tsunami of public opinion, with the force of destruction, slammed down on Starry Sky Entertainment's official Weibo account.
The comment section was instantly flooded with comments, the scene was even more chaotic and crowded than the subway during rush hour.
"My titanium alloy eyes! Can anyone compensate me for not having seen this video?"
"Is this supposed to be a 200 million dollar production? I think it's a cheap, low-brow short drama on Douyin that costs 200 yuan! The hair on Sun Wukong's head is all crooked, which two-dollar store did they buy these props from?"
"Lin Zhou, you owe me my goddess! Give me back that aloof and elegant Empress Su! You made her play a lunatic, don't you have any conscience?"
"Boycott! Absolutely boycott! If this insultingly stupid movie makes over 100 million, I'll eat my ticket on live stream!"
Not only were netizens outraged, but even film critics who usually pride themselves on being aloof and arrogant were like sharks smelling blood, joining the fray and tearing each other apart.
The well-known, sharp-tongued film critic "Light and Shadow Butcher" published a long article of over a thousand words overnight, with a striking red title: "The Regression of Chinese-Language Cinema: A Farce Called 'Deconstruction' but Actually 'Aesthetics of Ugliness'".
The article is sharp and incisive, every word piercing the heart: "I see no sincerity from the director, only the desecration of art by a nouveau riche. Lin Zhou tries to cover up the pale plot with absurdity and use madness to attract attention. This is not just a bad movie, it is the most disappointing industrial garbage of the year. Box office prediction? If it can exceed 50 million, it will be an insult to the aesthetics of Chinese audiences."
This article was reposted by countless influential figures, and its popularity instantly soared to the top of the trending searches.
#A Chinese Odyssey is destined to be a terrible movie#
#LinZhouGetOutOfTheDirectingWorld#
#My heart aches for Su Qingge#
The three terms were like three mountains, pressing down on the fledgling Lin's Film Industry.
At this moment, inside a high-end apartment in Beijing.
Su Qingge, dressed in pajamas and with her hair disheveled, paced wildly back and forth in the living room. She held a tablet in her hand, and with each swipe, her face grew paler.
"It's over, it's really over this time."
She threw the tablet onto the sofa, slumped onto the carpet, covered her face with her hands, and her voice was trembling with sobs.
"Lin Zhou, everyone's criticizing me. They're saying I've ruined my image, saying you... saying you made this movie just to launder money."
"Even my fan group exploded. Several big fan leaders said they would unfollow me because they couldn't accept me playing a crazy fairy."
Compared to his wife's anxiety, Lin Zhou's calm demeanor at this moment was so composed that it made one want to punch him.
He sat cross-legged on the sofa, a plate of caramelized melon seeds on his lap, which he was cracking and munching away on. His dog, Nuonuo, lay sprawled at his feet, gnawing on a bone. Man and dog, a picture of peaceful contentment.
"Honey, calm down."
Lin Zhou spat out the sunflower seed shells, glanced at the vicious curses on the tablet, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"What's this called? This is called 'Black and red are still red'."
"Look at this level of popularity and discussion. We didn't spend a single penny on advertising, and the whole internet knows that a movie called 'A Chinese Odyssey' is going to be released on the first day of the Lunar New Year."
"But they're criticizing us!" Su Qingge stamped her feet anxiously. "What's the use of this negative buzz? If no one buys tickets, we'll really become a laughing stock!"
Lin Zhou patted the crumbs off his hands, got up, walked to her side, pulled her up from the ground, and held her in his arms.
"We should let them curse us."
His eyes were deep and revealed a confident air of strategic planning.
"The lower your expectations now, the more satisfying the reversal will be later."
"They think it's a bad movie now, but when they sit in the theater and find themselves laughing and crying, and then crying and laughing again, that huge psychological gap is the trigger for the explosive word-of-mouth."
This is called "building up by first criticizing".
Su Qingge lay on his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and her originally flustered emotions miraculously calmed down a bit.
"Really?" She looked up, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "Are you sure you're not kidding me?"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
Lin Zhou gently scratched her nose, peeled a melon seed, and fed it to her.
"Don't worry, let the bullets fly a little longer."
"The insults we're hearing now are the slaps that will fall on their faces later."
……
While Lin Zhou and his wife were at home "eating melon seeds and watching a show".
Inside the top-floor offices of the Royal Dynasty Entertainment headquarters building in Beijing's CBD, however, lies a completely different scene.
Zhao Jianguo, the CEO of the Dynasty, was holding a glass of red wine, standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the tiny traffic below.
Behind him, the trailer for "A Chinese Odyssey," which was ridiculed by the entire internet, was playing on the projection screen.
"Is this Lin Zhou's trump card?"
Zhao Jianguo turned around, pointed at the Supreme Treasure making a face on the screen, and let out a cold laugh full of sarcasm.
"I thought he had some extraordinary abilities, but it turns out he's just a clown."
"A 200 million investment, and this is the piece of junk they produced?"
The PR director standing next to him quickly echoed, his face full of fawning smiles.
"Mr. Zhao, Lin Zhou is, after all, an outsider. Although he has some talent for songwriting, it's like crossing a mountain when you're not in the same industry. Directing isn't something just anyone can do."
"I think this movie doesn't even need our help; the netizens' criticism alone could drown it."
Zhao Jianguo took a sip of red wine, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
"No, we must not be careless."
"This kid is really unpredictable. Several times we thought he was doomed, but he always managed to turn the tables."
"Now that he's put his neck right under the knife, I'll take this opportunity to finish him off!"
"Let him never be able to rise again!"
He slammed the wine glass down on the table with a loud "bang," startling the director.
"Pass the word down."
Zhao Jianguo's voice was cold and carried an undeniable domineering air.
"Move the release date of our $500 million Hollywood sci-fi blockbuster, *Warframe*, forward!"
"Wasn't it originally scheduled for the Lantern Festival? We're canceling!"
"Move it to Chinese New Year's Day! The same day as Lin Zhou's 'A Chinese Odyssey'!"
The head of the publicity department widened his eyes, somewhat hesitant.
"Mr. Zhao, isn't this... a bit too risky? The Spring Festival film season is already so crowded..."
"What's there to be afraid of!"
Zhao Jianguo interrupted him, his eyes gleaming like a hungry wolf that had spotted its prey.
"Using our 500 million big-budget production to crush his 200 million low-quality video—that's a classic case of 'dimensional reduction'!"
"I want all viewers to see what a real blockbuster is, and what garbage is!"
"I'll make him lose everything, down to his underwear, until he's kneeling on the ground begging me!"