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The Morris Theater is located in the south of Park City. The geographical location is not good. It is a bit far from the central exhibition area of ​​the Saint Denis Film Festival where the theaters are concentrated.

Even so, the screening list of the Morris Theater is still full. During the ten days of the film festival, a considerable number of films will be shown every day.

As can be guessed from the conditions of the theater itself, the screens here are basically small productions by unknown people.

The screening of "Fruit Hard Candies" is here. There is only one screening of the film for the time being. According to the practice of the Saint Denis Film Festival, there may be additional screenings if the reputation is good.

Just after three in the afternoon, Murphy took Paul Wilson to the Morris Theater.

The previous movie hadn't ended. After greeting the manager of the theater and the staff of the festival organizing committee, he stood near the entrance of the theater.

In the slightly outdated publicity column at the door, there are a list of movies that will be screened these days, "Love and Crazy", "Poor Roski", "My City", "Long Island Passion"...

Looking at these titles, Murphy has no impression.

"There are so few people."

Standing next to Murphy, Paul Wilson looked at the exit of the theater. Just after the last movie ended, more than a dozen spectators walked out sparsely.

"Wasted an hour and a half..."

"The shaking camera makes me feel sick."

"What did the director say? Inexplicably."

These audiences passed by Murphy and it was not difficult to see from the discussion that they were very dissatisfied with the film just now.

Murphy roughly saw these people and shook his head slightly. They were all ordinary audiences, and there was no buyer inside.

The end of the previous movie also means that the screening of "Fruit Hard Candies" is about to begin. Murphy stood at the entrance of the theater and watched it for a long time, but sadly found that no audience had entered.

The venue is remote, the film is unknown, there is basically no publicity, and the screening is in the mid-afternoon rather than the prime time of the evening. He was not surprised by this situation.

Murphy remained calm, Paul Wilson's anxiety had been written on his face, he kept walking around the door, still complaining that the theater arranged for them by the organizer was far away from the central exhibition area.

"Paul, be quiet for a while." Murphy walked to the steps of the theater entrance and glanced back over there, "I feel dizzy when you turn."

The theater is so quiet, it is impossible to say that he is not in a hurry, but Murphy still keeps his mind sober. It is normal for no one to pay attention to movies like this, and it is abnormal if the audience is swarming.

He took out his cell phone and looked at the time. It was nearly half an hour before the screening began. The professional filmmakers and buyers that Bill Rossis contacted should also be coming soon.

At the corner of the street, a few people approached from far away and soon came to the front of the theater, without looking at Murphy standing at the door, and went straight into the theater. The theater was not completely unattended. For the next ten minutes Here, four or five people walked into the door behind him one after another.

Similar to the situation in the previous show, there will probably be more than a dozen viewers by the time of the screening.

Fifteen minutes before the screening, Murphy took out his phone again to check the time. Finally, two taxis were turned around the corner of the street. The car quickly reached the front of the theater, and just stopped, Bill Rossis from the front. The co-pilot of that vehicle got up and down and opened the rear door on its own initiative.

Paul Wilson was wink. When Murphy came down the steps, he rushed over from behind, walked a few strides to the car behind, and opened the door like Bill Rossis.

Murphy showed a professional and enthusiastic smile, but his eyes quickly swept over the three strangers who got out of the two cars.

The first person to come down from Bill Rossis was a middle-aged man with a bald forehead and a pair of round eyes on the bridge of his nose. At first glance, he looked like an old-school professional accountant.

Behind him is a man of about 30 years old, combing his brown heads, and his body in a suit exudes bursts of cologne, even if the distance is a little far away, Murphy can smell it.

There was only one person in the taxi behind, a black man with long hair curled into pieces. From the outside, it was inferred that he was about 30 years old.

Murphy came down the steps, and they just came over, and Bill Rossis took the initiative to introduce both sides.

The middle-aged man with a bald forehead is called Joel Graham, from the Harbor Entertainment Company; the cologne man is Baker Larsson, a professional filmmaker at Castle Rock Pictures; the black woman is the biggest backing, Miramax Jones Butler, the buyer of the film industry.

They are the distinguished guests invited by Bill Rossis.

Now Murphy has no capital, and shook hands with them one by one, took the initiative to lead the way, and led the group into the theater.

The screening hall that can seat 150 people is quite empty, and in the middle rows, there are a dozen spectators sparsely distributed.

Murphy took them to a row of seats specially set aside in the theater, and said politely, "Please sit down."

The three people just nodded to him, but said nothing.

Especially the black man named Jones Butler, except for the greeting hello, never said anything.

After she sat down, she didn’t mean to talk to others. As a buyer from Miramax Films, she could watch such a film because she had a little friendship with Bill Rossis. Otherwise, how could such a film that had not been produced by any director before arouse her interest.

The other two people are not much better. In this circle, 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 kind of contempt and arrogance is not deliberately revealed, but a very natural situation.

Murphy can see it, but doesn't care. This is an extremely realistic circle. If you want to be respected by others, you must have the strength to be respected.

"Can they see our film?" Paul Wilson is a student who hasn't walked out of school, after all, he couldn't help but leaned to Murphy's ear and whispered, "It seems to be disdainful."

Murphy shrugged, "I don't know either."

Bill Rossis sat with the three people, but from time to time he would cast his eyes on Murphy's side. Seeing Murphy's calm face, he nodded secretly.

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

The lights on the ceiling went out and the screen came on. Jones Butler habitually took out his pen and notebook to record the possible selling points of a film. This is the basic quality of a film buyer.