The problem was solved and Xu Xin felt instantly relieved.

Sister Mo is right when she says something.

If we all want to fight in the future, we will fight on this three-thirds of an acre of land in the film and television industry.

Don't just invite the Buddha to come over from outside the circle...

It is always a shameful thing to fail to call the parents.

After the movie was downloaded, he took his laptop over and planned to watch the movie. Liu Momo picked up Volvo's advertising plan and wanted to see what kind of advertisement Xu Xin had done.

The two of them were busy, separated by a pot of tea.

Xu Xin made some choices between the two files, and finally decided to watch the 100-minute version.

The requirement of the Silk Road Film Festival is that feature films must obtain the Dragon Label, which means they must be approved by the review department before they can be selected. According to Qi Lei, the 150-minute version is exciting, but it cannot pass the review.

No matter how good the photo is, it doesn’t mean much.

Click to play.

Soon the dragon mark appeared.

Next is the name of the production company.

And a subtitle:

"This film is based on the early 1990s, and the story is purely fictitious."

After this subtitle, the dark screen brightened, and a distant view of mountains and villages appeared.

A childish voice came from the speaker:

"Suppose our village is called Niangniang Temple. It is located in a very big mountain."

"I don't know which day, AIDS, which is called a fever in the village, came in quietly from the outside world."

"With this fever, human life falls like leaves."

"..."

"..."

Xu Xin is looking at it carefully.

I have to admit that Gu Changwei's photography style is still sophisticated.

From the long shot, to the camera movement accompanying the lines, to the shot of a boy wearing a school uniform and holding a magnifying glass, the transition is quite natural.

Perhaps the tone of the line was too innocent, and it really looked like it was read by a non-professional primary school student. Liu Momo, who was originally reading the script, subconsciously focused his attention on the computer.

But because of the light, the screen looked dark to her.

Seeing this, she said:

"Let's watch it on TV. Have you brought a USB flash drive?"

"good."

Xu Xin nodded, took out the USB flash drive, and copied the two audio and video files on the laptop to the USB flash drive.

Entered the house with Liu Momo.

The two of them just sat on the sofa.

One head per person.

The TVs in the hotel are ultra-thin LCD black and white plasma large color TVs that have just become popular in the past two years.

The kind that people who are not good enough would not dare to use.

Naturally supports U disk input.

Liu Momo knew how to adjust, and quickly found two movies and asked:

"Which one are you looking at?"

"First."

With a click, the video starts playing.

But this time, after Xu Xin watched the beginning again, listening to the many "what ifs" and "what ifs" in the film, he immediately felt Gu Changwei's full desire to survive.

But not for other people, but for review.

The "what if" in this opening line is exactly the same as the "purely fictional" in the title sequence.

Then……

When the two of them saw the brightly colored tomatoes on the screen, they frowned at the same time.

as expected.

The next moment, the little boy who was still walking briskly walked slower and slower, and finally fell to his knees.

When he appeared again, he was already lying in a coffin.

"..."

…

What story does "The Favorite" tell?

It's actually very simple.

It can even be summarized in one sentence.

In a village with AIDS, a man with AIDS and another woman with AIDS collided with each other in the last moments of their lives.

The fire is brilliant.

The fire was short-lived.

It's so short that after reading it, you won't be moved at all, only endlessly sad.

Frankly speaking, Xu Xin always knew that Gu Changwei was of a certain level.

But after watching this movie, my impression of it really changed.

This successful script shines most brilliantly in his hands.

True to that sentence:

"The sweeter it is, the more heartbreaking it is."

In the unsolvable life bomb of AIDS, no matter how sweet and touching it is, it cannot withstand the onset of the disease in the end.

In the first half, Xu Xin didn't feel this way.

But as the spark of love between Aaron Kwok and Zhang Ziyi burst out, the more pure the love between the two of them was photographed by Gu Changwei, the clearer the countdown ticking in Xu Xin's mind.

It was like a death knell tolling for the two of them.

On the other side of the sofa, Liu Momo's brows haven't relaxed since the beginning of the movie.

After watching a movie, time has passed.

Looking at the credits at the end of the film, Xu Xin took a deep breath.

After lighting a cigarette, I fell into deep thought.

Liu Momo didn't say anything either.

He also looked thoughtful.

It took about a minute or so before she took the initiative to ask:

"How do you feel? On a 100-point scale, how many points would you give?"

"Well……"

Xu Xin thought for a while and said:

"I give the entire film 75 points. Aaron Kwok's acting is 85, and Zhang Ziyi's is 90."

"……ah?"

Liu Momo was shocked:

"Only 75?"

"...you feel low?"

"Yeah. This movie suits my taste very much. Especially the mutual love between two people in the last days of AIDS... the kind of relationship that faces life and death at any time, but also transcends life and death... I just endured it.

I didn’t let myself shed tears.”

After hearing her comment, Xu Xin thought for a while and asked:

"Where's your score?"

"95 points! I deducted the 5 points because I think...Pu Cunxin's story line has no beginning and no end. I didn't understand it...but this does not prevent me from being moved by the relationship between Zhao Deyi and Shang Qinqin. As for the two

People's acting skills... I think they are all pretty good... Why did you only give it 75 points?"

After speaking, a strange look appeared on Liu Momo's face.
To be continued...