Chapter 257: Chapter 254: Distinctive Features, Clear Selling Points

The film reached its climax as the male lead drove a dump truck into the textile factory, releasing thousands of self-destructing rats, causing a continuous rumble of explosions.

All the looms were blown to smithereens.

Wesley went on a killing spree, and countless assassins fell to his bullets.

When confronted by the gunsmith, the butcher, and others, Fox turned traitor on the spot, and the two fought side by side, eliminating all those codenamed assassins.

Fox, like a saintly figure akin to Jolie, chose mutual destruction in the face of Sloan's last elite followers.

Wesley faced Sloan in a final showdown.

As expected, the villain met his demise.

In the end, Sloan, blood spilling from his mouth, said, "You think it's over? Our power is beyond your imagination!"

Without hesitation, Wesley blew his head off and recited the line from the commemorative cola merchandise, "I control my own life!"

The assistant director and action coordinator, Chad, along with the screenwriter, Bradt, considered the sequel and deliberately left a hint for it.

The full rights to both the comic and the film were in the hands of Martin's studio, providing ample freedom for secondary creation.

As a film that relied on coolness as its selling point and had outstanding action scenes, it unsurprisingly won over the general audience with thunderous applause.

The anticipation created by the promotion matched the quality of the film itself, and the audiences were naturally satisfied.

Loud applause erupted in the Chandler Pavilion.

Leonardo asked Nicholson next to him, "What do you think of Martin's film?"

With nearly fifty years in the industry, Nicholson judged purely based on experience, "A very distinctive commercial action movie, with a clear and straightforward selling point. That rascal Martin has been making so much trouble lately, and Jolie, that woman, she's packaged herself so well, I bet this movie's going to sell big."

Leonardo said, "The bastard has a really good physical condition, and the action scenes are done particularly well, I can't compare in that aspect."

"You?" Nicholson glanced at his slowly protruding belly and shook his head scornfully, "You've got a long way to go."

The old rascal was blunt, "Your action scenes suck, and your acting isn't much better than his. Now your looks are gone too."

Leonardo dissatisfiedly retorted, "You really know how to talk the talk."

Nicholson shrugged, "We're in the same boat now, I can't lie and deceive you, right? That would be too immoral!"

The crew took their final bows as the applause faded away.

Jenna was quite excited and said to Jones, "Dad, I suddenly had a burst of inspiration."

Jones took out a pen and notebook, "Tell me quick, I'll jot it all down for you."

"It's from Martin's inspiration!" Jenna outlined her idea, "If the protagonist were to be a woman who enters the Assassins' Guild..."

Harold and Cain glanced at each other nearby, knowing full well what the outcome of that would be.

Jenna continued, "Or the male protagonist could continue Martin's setup, but the Assassins' Guild is made up of women like Fox."

Gillian, the middle-aged divorcee, said, "That would be deadly!"

Jenna's excitement grew, "Pirates of the Caribbean have done the Sacred Valley version. As long as Martin's film is a big hit, we could make something similar..."

In the row in front of them, Sophia took a pink water bottle passed by Scott, bit the straw and took a few sips, her face full of relaxation and contentment.

The film was thrilling and seemed like a success.

The investment was going to pay off again, might as well keep investing in Martin's projects.

As the premiere ended, the audience gradually left the theater.

Harold and the others made a point of going to the first row to congratulate Martin.

Martin hugged them one by one, saying, "Thank you, thanks for your support."

After sending off the guests who had come to the premiere, Martin prepared to leave with Blake.

Jolie, ahead of them, suddenly turned around and smiled at Martin.

Martin nodded slightly, as if they were just exchanging normal greetings.

Jolie quickened her pace, stepped out of the Chandler Pavilion, and took most of the paparazzi with her.

Martin came to the door and happened to run into those two rascals, Leonardo and Nicholson.

Nicholson blocked his path, "Leaving so soon? We came all the way from New York for your premiere, aren't you going to invite us for a drink?"

Leonardo added, "I remember you mentioned something about washing faces, about being refreshed with alcohol, right?"

Blake released Martin's arm, "You go ahead."

Martin nodded.

She then said, "I'll wait for you to come back, I'll leave the door unlocked for you."

Martin understood clearly, "No matter the time, I'll definitely come home."

Blake smiled at the three of them and left the theater alone.

Leonardo fanned his nose, "A whiff of the sour smell of love."

Nicholson remarked, "Come on, let's go to that good place you talked about on set."

"Just a moment," Martin waited a few minutes to make sure all the paparazzi were distracted by his car, then finally stepped out and got into Nicholson's car.

The three of them headed straight to the club Martin and Craven often frequented.

Martin went backstage and expertly selected a dancer. After waiting a bit, three freshly groomed dancers entered the VIP room.

Leonardo chose the blonde with long legs.

Nicholson, that pervert, specifically requested a black woman who bore a strong resemblance to Naomi Campbell.

And the one who came to Martin was a Latin woman with smooth, fair skin and a voluptuous figure.

Martin raised his glass to the two men, "Let's get started."

The spicy lap dance began, and Leonardo asked, "That's it?"

Martin pulled out a US Dollar bill and stuffed it into the Latina's waistband, "Jessie, extra services, please."

"You still remember my name!" Jessie, the Latina dancer, unfastened her buckle, and wheels seemed to roll over Martin's face.

Martin mumbled, "Because yours are the softest."

Leonardo and Nicholson got the gist and similarly had wheels roll over their faces.

The vigour they had expended at the premiere returned in an instant.

Because of the wheel rolling, Martin's voice was somewhat muffled, "How does it feel? Is it refreshing and your mind especially clear?"

Leonardo's voice also changed, "Indeed, it's invigorating. I'm much more mentally active now. I've got a new idea regarding the water gun party."

Martin asked, "Care to share a sneak peek?"

Leonardo responded in the same manner Martin would in New York, "Saying it out loud now would just spoil the excitement."

Martin played the same way in New York, "Fine, let's see what new tricks you have."

Hopefully, it wasn't just three big guys, spraying each other with water pistols on the beach or villa courtyard—that would be too embarrassing.

Nicholson suddenly spoke up, "Why don't I feel anything?"

Martin turned slightly and saw two massive black tires rolling over Nicholson's weathered face, "You're worn out, no longer useful."

Leonardo chimed in, "You've lost your touch, huh!"

Nicholson got angry immediately, reared back to escape the black tires, and said, "I want to take you out."

The black lady opened her hands, showing five fingers.

Nicholson gave Martin and Leonardo the middle finger, "Continue on, I'm out of here!"

The old bastard took the black lady and left without a trace of loyalty.

Martin and Leonardo continued to drink and enjoy the face-washing service until about eleven o'clock when they finally left the club.

Atlanta, Marietta Entertainment Agency.

Lights were still on in the office of the Director of Performing Arts; a 2003 bottle of Cola sat on the old wooden desk, facing west. Due to being coated with olive oil, it glittered under the light.

Robert stood before the Cola, facing west, muttering, "'Wanted Order' must succeed!"

That very night, Jessica and Emily were taking turns working overtime at Davis Studio.

They were supervising the online public opinion feedback.

The production crew had outsourced the network word-of-mouth marketing to a company. Jessica, using her personal identity, had also found an outsourcing job, posting articles and comments on websites popular among movie fans.

"Wanted Order" had its basic quality and reputation assured, so naturally, it warranted rallying more people.

The movie industry has evolved to a stage where good reputation is no longer simply formed spontaneously by fans.

It's mixed with too much marketing and behind-the-scenes manipulation.

On the IMDB website, many accounts specially created by outsourcing companies posted carefully crafted positive reviews.

"Never thought I'd see such a cool and thrilling action film after 'The Matrix'."

"Martin's action scenes are terrific as always. The male protagonist's transformation from fragility, repression to freedom and strength is noteworthy."

"Nothing else to say, 'Wanted Order' is just a film that gets you high in one go."

On other film forums and entertainment portals, a plethora of related promotional articles emerged.

"As long as you don't despise Martin Davis and Angelina Jolie, once you've seen 'Wanted Order', you'll fall head over heels for them!"

Media opinion has a significant impact on the general public.

By the weekend, passersby entering the theaters and choosing a film would naturally dig into their wallets to buy tickets for "Wanted Order," a film they'd seen praised online or in print media.

As for the fans of Martin and Jolie, they had already been thoroughly mobilized through various fan organizations.

Members of the Cola Cult spread across America not only bought tickets but also became 'astroturfers', acting as nodes for the dissemination of the film.

This is why production companies are willing to spend big money hiring star actors.

They have supporters, are topical, and can keep generating publicity.

Thus, Jolie, holding one child, leading another, and with a nanny pushing yet another, tirelessly appeared in the bustling Century City and Rodeo Avenue in Los Angeles.

"People" magazine once again featured her as the cover story, publishing serialized excerpts of Jolie's refugee diaries written in the Middle East and Africa.

Jolie had chosen a path with style and a future, after all, she wouldn't have to worry about refugees disappearing en masse.

Because her country would help her continuously create more refugees.

Martin, accepting Ernie-Levitt's invitation, came to Burbank for a meeting. They specifically chose an outdoor café to let the paparazzi snap to their heart's content.

Gossip and rumors followed as a matter of course. Enjoy more content from m-v l'e|-NovelFire.net

"Martin Davis gains the approval of girlfriend Blake's family!"

"Reliable sources say that during his meeting with Blake's family, Martin Davis discussed his engagement arrangements with Blake."

That so-called source was naturally Bruce.

He sought out the cooperative paparazza Jody, providing supposed photos and inside information.

Martin fabricated his own gossip and resold it to the media with great skill.

All of this was done to grab attention and direct their gaze towards the related movie 'Wanted Order'.

On the first Thursday of November, 'Wanted Order' premiered early in 3,100 theaters across North America, earning a preliminary box office of 6.88 million US Dollars!

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