~： Eighty One - Black Community

In the eyes of the public, Tom Cruise is definitely a model of stars and a model of dedication.

And it's not wrong to say this. As an actor, Tom is definitely a model of dedication. Even after he was fifty years old, there were still a lot of news about him making movies without a stand-in and all kinds of thrilling action scenes.

But on the other hand, this is another troublesome person.

For example, regarding dyslexia, since he was fourteen or fifteen years old, let alone scripts, even newspapers and magazines have difficulty reading.

And Tom Cruise is not an exception. There are many children with dyslexia in North America.

To talk about how he was cured in the end, the biggest rumor is the problem of belief. In this country where everything demands freedom, freedom of belief has become a breeding ground for certain cults.

Tom Cruise has claimed more than once that he cured his dyslexia because of his belief in Scientology. In fact, no one knows.

Even Pat Kingsley didn't know what his client's attitude toward Scientology was. Although the name of Scientology is very scientific, in the eyes of the public, this is a Chi Luoluo cult organization.

Tom Cruise has been criticized because of this belief issue. It's not obvious now, but there are some small troubles from time to time, and Pat Kingsley can always find a way to cover up the past.

After all, backed by the big tree of CAA, some information can still be hidden from the public.

A lot of bad things will be reported after the concubine selection incident in the future, but at that time Pat Kingsley was no longer Tom Cruise's agent.

Walking out of her client's mansion, Pat Kingsley looked back. She now only hopes that when her client goes out, she will not be provoked and provoked by reporters.

When night falls in Los Angeles, no one will go downtown unless necessary.

Like major cities in North America, the city center is generally a slum, and there are a large number of people of color living in these slums, mainly Africans.

Every day after dark, there are hardly any normal people walking on the street, and the night belongs to these black groups.

Schroeder grew up in downtown Los Angeles, and naturally joined a local gang and made a living by reselling small packets of powder every day.

However, Schroeder did not start his own business today. One of his good buddies told him that a movie starring their black compatriots was released. Not only the starring actors were black, but the male lead was Will Smith.

Even a buddy from a gang with him, many people watched this movie, and they all said that it was very enjoyable. It was a movie in which black people killed a lot of white people.

He plans to take his girlfriend to see it today, otherwise he will brag with his younger brother in the future, and there will be no topic. The children who can't follow him to make a living have seen it, but he has not seen it.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Schroeder took his girlfriend to the nearest cinema to the community.

As soon as he entered the theater hall, he was stunned by the crowd of people inside. Since when did all of his black compatriots like old movies?

The cinema hall was crowded with **** and black girls queuing up. Schroeder and his girlfriend struggled to get to the ticket window.

"yo! Brother, give me two of those movie tickets, yes, the one on the wall."

Schroeder escaped with a large amount of change, and followed the ticket gate and put it in through a specially opened window. He didn't care about the ticket gate surrounded by iron fences, even if the opening could only be enough to stretch his hand in.

Not only in theaters, but in stores near African-American communities, they are basically welded with steel bars, leaving only a small opening for collecting money.

After receiving the movie ticket handed over by the conductor, Schroeder put his arms around his girlfriend and observed it. He walked to a corner with few people and waited for the movie to start.

"Hey, Jennifer, believe me, this is the movie we black people should watch. It's definitely not the kind of story about white guys saving the world." Schroeder waved the movie ticket in his hand and started to make movies with his girlfriend Amway.

"Have you seen it? Many of my classmates have seen it. That group of bixxh, these days are all talking about this film at school!" This girl named Jennifer is obviously underage, but obviously the law is also Can't handle it here.

"Of course I haven't seen it yet, I just want to wait for you." Schroeder hugged his girlfriend, and the two kissed like no one else around. No one around would care about Schroeder's wandering hand, only some little black buddies , whistling.

On the second floor of this theater, the manager Tang De was accompanying Warner Bros. investigator Haywood to look downstairs.

"You know what, I really can't believe that these **** don't go to sell calves, rob, and **** land, but come to the cinema together to watch movies." Haywood has been talking about this sentence since the evening. Obviously this kind of The situation exceeded his own social perception.

The theater manager was very calm. He was surprised on Friday. He has been in this business for many years, and he has never seen such a situation.

"Propaganda led to buzz, and those buzz turned into attention."

Tang De's words reminded Heywood, the company just sent him to understand the situation, but he didn't expect the situation to be unexpectedly good.

"The attention will bring about a rapid increase in the box office! Look at these niggas, who would have thought that these scumbags of society would one day know that they would queue up to enter the theater."

Tang De continued to sigh, but at this time Heywood was in trouble. He looked at the theater manager and said with some embarrassment: "Tang De, you know I still have work to do. I want to ask you, can you guarantee my safety in this theater?"

"What are you doing?" Tang De was a little surprised. Normally, in a theater like theirs, no white people would collect the opinions of those black fans. "As long as you don't provoke those people, you are safe in the theater."

"Ok, that's fine." Haywood nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. "The company sent me here, I can't just go back without knowing anything, right?"

"Well, when this screening is over, I'll find someone to follow you, but I advise you to try not to hope for these people. They won't understand what's good and what's bad about the movie."

Downstairs, Schroeder hugged his girlfriend and walked forward in line. He didn't know why he was queuing. He didn't usually have this habit, maybe it was just herd mentality.

After handing the movie tickets to the ticket inspector, the two of them followed the group into the theater.

The seats here are very simple, and most of the red cloth covering the chairs has stains of various colors, making the tattered seats no longer able to see their original color.

And for a small number of those chairs, there is no cloth cover at all, only an iron shelf is left.

Those who came in first could grab a more comfortable chair, and those who came in later sat directly on those shelves, and they didn't dislike it.

Schroeder was lucky and grabbed a corner with his girlfriend Jennifer. The two chairs here are in good condition, but there are some unspeakable marks on them.

"Hey, Jennifer, I bet at least a dozen girls have been unpacked here!" Schroeder squeezed the marks under his buttocks, this thing he knew very well.

"Those little **** in our school, they showed off to me here, they said it was very exciting!" Jennifer pursed her thick lips and turned her eyes to the big screen.

Her family conditions are not very good. This is the first time she has come to such a place. It's hard to imagine that a sixteen-year-old girl has never been to a movie theater.

However, if you go out and ask on the street, this kind of thing is not new. Many of these communities have never been to the cinema.

The lights in the theater suddenly turned off, and the title of Warner Bros. appeared on the big screen. At the moment when the lights were turned off, many buddies whistled, mixed with women's scolding.

Until the beginning of the film, the theater did not quiet down. Most of the people were chatting non-stop, and some buddies with women couldn't wait to start eating.

Schroeder did not rush to tease the girl, but set his sights on the big screen. He was really curious about this film.

The story begins, when Will Smith appears on the screen, making out with white girls, all black people seem to have reached their emotional high nest, and they are all applauding loudlySometimes these black people's brains The circuit is really incomprehensible.

Ten minutes after the opening of the film, there was basically no noise in the auditorium, and the story being played attracted everyone.

Schroeder was also attracted, staring at the curtain, even ignoring his girlfriend.

As the story progressed slowly, when the film was more than halfway through, Schroeder was awakened by the scolding. It turned out that the protagonist Chris was tied to a chair and was about to change his mind.

The audience here must not expect them to have any quality. After seeing Chris being tied up, all kinds of ugly slurs, and even some black people slang out slang.

When the male protagonist in the film started to kill, the black buddies started to cheer again, full of words like "good job" and "kill them".

Schroeder stared at the screen until the end of the film. The film touched him deeply and made him appreciate the charm of the film for the first time.

The lights in the theater turned on again, and everyone was walking out. When Schroeder went out, he found a white man standing at the door, and from time to time he came forward to chat with people.

When it was his turn, the white man walked up to him and asked him politely.

"Hi, I'm the investigator of this film. This film was made by our company. Can I ask you, why did you watch this film?"

As usual, Haywood questioned black people who were pleasing to the eye. He pretended not to see him because he looked too fierce. He didn't want to make trouble, and then he went out and was shot black.

Schroeder put his arms around his girlfriend and said nonchalantly: "Many people around me have seen it, damn, even those who can't sell leaf cigarettes on the table, have seen it. If I haven't seen it, in the gang It would be very shameless.”