ocean-life Chapter 340 The Rise of Chinese Science Fiction: Lin Zhou Becomes a Globally Renowned Director
Chapter 340 The Rise of Chinese Science Fiction: Lin Zhou Becomes a Globally Renowned Director
The screen at the Chinese Theatre in Los Angeles gradually dimmed.
The lights in the venue did not turn on immediately.
Dead silence.
The suffocating feeling caused by the violent impact on the soul lingered in the theater for a full half minute.
Then, someone started clapping.
Immediately afterwards, thunderous applause erupted like a bolt from the blue.
The Hollywood film critics in the front row, who were usually so arrogant, were now behaving in unison.
stand up.
applaud.
There was no perfunctory hypocrisy; everyone's face was filled with awe for the miracle.
The applause lasted for a full ten minutes.
Director Martin sat next to Lin Zhou, his eyes slightly moist.
He turned to look at the calm and composed man beside him.
Lin Zhou calmly took the sleepy-eyed little An'an from Su Qingge's arms.
At this moment that could be recorded in film history, his first reaction was to tuck in the blanket that had a corner falling off his son.
"Lin, you succeeded."
Martin sighed in a hoarse voice.
"You not only dominate the numbers on Wall Street, but today you also dominate the mental world of a global audience."
And in a corner of the cinema.
Stephen, the director who once vehemently criticized Chinese-language films in an interview, was now slumped in his chair.
His face was deathly pale.
Cold sweat on his forehead clung to the sides of his carefully styled hair.
As a top director, he understands better than anyone what those three hours mean.
That was not just a visual feast.
That was a dimensional reduction attack that transcended technological gaps.
It was an industrial pinnacle that he could never reach, no matter how hard he tried.
At the informal reception following the premiere, Stephen blocked Lin Zhou's path.
He was no longer as arrogant as before.
He lowered his head deeply, his tone humble and forlorn.
"I retract my previous statement."
"Lin, you are a true genius."
"The film industry will belong to you from now on."
That evening, Stephen announced his permanent retirement via his personal social media account.
He even used the idiom "gazing up at a towering mountain" that he had just learned to describe "The Wandering Earth".
This Hollywood mogul's early departure is more like the end of an old era.
In fact, Lin Zhou made an extremely low-key entrance to see this movie.
He didn't walk the red carpet under the spotlight.
Instead, he was with Su Qingge, holding Nuonuo's hand, and carrying Lin An in his arms.
The family of four, wearing baseball caps and masks, mingled with ordinary moviegoers as they entered the theater.
Nuonuo asked curiously at the time.
"Dad, why do we have to sneak around?"
"Because Dad wanted to see if people were genuinely watching the movie or just interested in the Lin family's reputation."
Lin Zhou lowered his voice, his eyes carrying a rare hint of worldliness.
When the movie reaches the moment the planetary engine spews fire.
He could clearly hear a heavily tattooed, muscular European man in the front seat sobbing softly.
It was the romanticism of the East, the willingness to "sacrifice everything for one's homeland," that moved me.
Su Qingge quietly took Lin Zhou's hand and whispered in his ear.
"Look, everyone really likes your work."
Lin Zhou grasped that warm, smooth hand in return, and the last vestige of sharpness in his heart transformed into tenderness.
He doesn't need the world's praise.
All he needs is for the people he cares about to feel proud under this starry sky.
At the same time, the Internet has been completely paralyzed.
IMDb, the world's largest film review website, gave it an unprecedented 9.9 rating.
Twitter, Weibo, and Facebook were all dominated by that "wandering blue star".
A comment from a seasoned New York film enthusiast.
"I never imagined that the solution to saving humanity wouldn't be to build a Noah's Ark and escape."
"Instead, we're running with our planet, with every inch of our soil."
"This sense of tragedy made me cry until I was dehydrated."
"From now on, Chinese-language films will be synonymous with science fiction."
Domestic audiences were even more enthusiastic.
It was a triumphant feeling, as if decades of accumulated inferiority had been completely washed away overnight.
The website of Starry Sky Media received so many comments that the server repeatedly triggered alarms.
Lin Zhou's name has transformed from "a wealthy tycoon" to "a great pioneer".
This fervor not only did not subside in the following month, but intensified.
Due to its overwhelming popularity, the global screening schedule has been voluntarily extended by major cinema managers.
Even the 3 a.m. shows were packed.
Some die-hard fans even watch it three or five times.
They studied the construction of planetary engines and discussed the possibility of gravitational capture by Jupiter.
For a time, hard science fiction became the most fashionable topic of conversation.
Meanwhile, at Xishan Manor.
Lin Zhou threw all those collaboration offers, enough to pile up into a mountain, into the shredder.
He is currently helping Nuonuo build Lego bricks in the backyard.
"Dad, An'an says she wants to see that big star tomorrow."
Nuonuo pointed to a planet on the horizon with an innocent look on her face.
"No problem, Dad will take you to the observatory tomorrow, and we'll see as much as we want."
Lin Zhou smiled and steadily placed a building block on the top of the tower.
In his eyes, dominating the world and playing with building blocks with his daughter are equally important.
Old Chen strode over, holding a gold-embossed express letter in his hand.
"Young master, news from Hollywood."
"Awards season has begun."
Lin Zhou dusted off his hands and stood up.
"Pass a message to those old men at the Oscars."
"Awards and such, I'll leave it to fate."
"But if they dare to do something like the Grammys did before, I wouldn't mind buying two more theater chains to block their awards ceremony."
Old Chen smiled, his tone extremely respectful.
"They probably won't dare this time."
"Based on a tip from our informant within the organizing committee."
"A miracle unprecedented in Oscar history has occurred."
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Tell me about it."
"The organizing committee unanimously voted to cancel the nomination for 'Best Foreign Language Film'."
Old Chen took a deep breath, his expression excited.
"Because they believe that placing 'The Wandering Earth' within the category of foreign films is an insult to this art form."
"It was exceptionally nominated for fourteen awards, including 'Best Picture' and 'Best Director'."
"Furthermore, all competitors have already issued public statements..."
"They withdrew from the competition simply to pay tribute to your work."
After listening, Lin Zhou's lips curled into a cynical smile.
He looked at Lin An, who was in the cradle, drooling over an Oscar statuette.
"It seems that An'an's first birthday toys really need to be replaced with real ones."
He turned to look at the end of the corridor, where Su Qingge was walking towards him wearing a white silk dress.
The sunlight shone on her, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
Their eyes met in the air, and the tacit understanding they had developed after overcoming countless difficulties was more powerful than a thousand words.
"Honey, is your dress ready?"
"Going to receive another award?"
"No, we're going to reclaim the crown that belongs to our Chinese-language films."
Lin Zhou stepped forward and put his arm around Su Qingge's waist.
"Lin Zhou".
Su Qingge suddenly called his name, her voice clear and crisp.
"Um?"
"What's it like being a famous director versus being a chaebol?"
Lin Zhou thought for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
"When conglomerates can only buy their companies."
"Being a famous director allows you to make them acknowledge from the bottom of their hearts who the true god of this era is."
Su Qingge smiled, her eyes crinkling.
"Oh, right, Martin just called."
"He asked when he could take a look at the script for the second part?"
Lin Zhou took her hand and led her into the house, his tone languid.
"Let him wait."
"I need to take my son to change his diaper first."