"Well done, Murph."
Bill Rossis took the lead, a smile on his face, "Better than I expected."
"Thanks." Murphy returned a polite smile.
Following Bill Rossis was Joel Graham, who just glanced at Murphy but didn't say anything, Murphy took the initiative to extend his hand and politely said, "Thank you for coming over to see my movie."
Joel Graham nodded this way and shook his hand lightly again, turning to walk down the aisle toward the exit of the screening room.
Without saying anything more, Murphy could tell that this one wasn't interested in Fruity Hard Candy.
The black woman, Jones Butler, then came over and greeted Bill Rossis first, then gave Murphy a slight smile, "Very nice movie."
Murphy gave her outstretched hand a firm shake, "Thank you, I'm honored by your compliments."
Baker Lassiter, who came last, was much more casual than these two, waving a hand at Bill Rossis and Murphy, "Can we walk and talk?"
"Sure." Murphy made a gesture of invitation and led the way, taking a few steps to catch up with Joel Graham and Jones Butler, who were walking ahead of him, and who were being guided by Paul Wilson towards the outside of the theater, and he duly invited, "I've got a reservation at Fiero's, do you have a minute for the three of you?"
"Sorry," Jones-Butler was the first to speak, "I have to catch the next show."
Joel Graham shook his head no as well.
The group walked out of the theater at that point, the car that Bill Rossis had called for was waiting, and after Paul Wilson stepped forward and pulled the door open, Jones Butler and Joel Graham quickly got in, looking like they did have a show to catch.
Murphy after this period of time to adjust, completely restore calm, was rejected is normal, compared to these distribution company buyers, he is a newcomer director is really an insignificant little person.
Baker Lassiter walked over from the back unhurriedly, but did not get into the car, instead stopping in front of Murphy, "Director Stanton, your movie is very interesting, but the audience is a problem ..."
He had looked at Murphy's face, and his gaze gradually shifted downward, "Personally, I'm very optimistic about this movie, but given the audience, it has to be considered carefully."
This gaze was a bit burning, Murphy felt uncomfortable, but could not say anything.
Baker Lassiter's eyes eventually rested on his robust chest, his words suddenly changed, "Dinner is not necessary, I know a bar three streets away, if you are interested, we can go over for a drink."
His eyes lifted to look at Murphy, as if waiting for a suitable answer.
Putting it in the context of just coming over here, Murphy might not understand the meaning of it, but now where he would not understand it.
Without any hesitation, he shook his head no, making up a reason off the top of his head, "I'm sorry, I quit drinking."
"Unfortunately ...," Baker Lassiter didn't dwell on it and turned around to get into the car, "See you later."
Looking at the far away car, Murphy had a calm look on his face, at least two out of these three professional movie watchers wouldn't be paying attention to Fruity Hard Candy anymore.
He said nothing, he did not expect that he would invite a glass peeping, he had no problem with gay people, but lacked a single interest in getting laid or anything.
It was true that the road was smoother if you followed some of the underlying rules of the game in Hollywood, but that didn't mean he was going to sell himself short.
Standing alone, Murphy turned his head to look backward at the theater's entrance steps, where Paul Wilson and Bill Rossis were standing, presumably not having heard Baker Lassiter's words, with more than a little curiosity on their faces.
Not far behind them, there was another middle-aged man looking this way, who had just come out and was standing here.
The screening of Fruit Hard Candy was over, cold and somewhat beyond Murphy's prediction, the fantasized situation of countless distribution companies crying and scrambling for it did not occur, only Jones Butler and Baker Lassiter sensibly expressed their interest, and the latter might even have given up on the film because of his refusal.
Shaking his head vigorously, Murphy sighed; this Hollywood road was far tougher than expected.
But even more difficult road can not scare him, also can not stop the determination to climb upward, he must be in this incomparable reality and complexity of the circle, to break out of his own world.
Now is just the beginning!
Turning around, Murphy walked back to the entrance of the theater with big strides, and just stepped on the steps, the middle-aged man behind Bill Rossis and Paul Wilson suddenly walked over and came directly in front of him.
"Hello ...," the middle-aged man said politely, "I'd like to ask, are you the director of Fruit Hard Candy?"
"Yes," Murphy looked at him, he seemed to have seen him in the theater before, vaguely remembering that he had changed his seat a few times, from the last row to his row, and asked, "May I ask who you are?"
"My name is Tony Guzman." As he spoke, the middle-aged man extended his right hand, "From Fox Searchlight."
Murphy reached out and shook it, "Hello, Mr. Guzman, it's a pleasure to meet you."
This was his sincere words, the other party was obviously a professional movie watcher and buyer, not yet accepting the invitation to come here, watching the movie and then taking the initiative to seek him out, indicating that he was at least interested in Fruit Hard Candy.
"Hello, Mr. Guzman." Bill Rossis on the other side took the initiative to come over and introduced himself, "Bill Rossis, Murphy's agent from CAA."
Hearing this latter name, Tony Guzman took a serious look at Bill Rossis and shook his hand in greeting.
It had to be said that CAA's name was indeed loud enough.
"Both of you ... "Tony Guzman directly asked the doubt in his heart, "May I ask the producer or investor of the movie?"
"The movie is produced by my Stanton Studio." Murphy knew the purpose of his question, "All from my personal investment, the copyright is also all in the hands of Stanton Studio."
Tony Guzman nodded, "Let's put it this way, Director Stanton, I'm a bit interested in this movie, and I may need to bring my colleagues to watch it later."
"No problem." Murphy pulled out his business card and handed it over, "Anytime."
After receiving the business card, Tony Guzman put it away and then gave Murphy another business card of his own, this time the purpose had already been achieved and he did not linger any longer.
"I have another show to catch." He excused himself, "I hope we have the opportunity to work together."
Murphy shook his hand and said goodbye, "I'd also love the opportunity to work with Fox Searchlight."
Seeing Tony Guzman off, Murphy wasn't going to stick around, sealing the film with Paul Wilson, returning to the hotel, and early the next morning, getting a call from Bill Rossis, Jones Butler wanted to take a couple of other people to see Fruit of the Loom again.