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Park City, Utah, is famous throughout the United States for skiing, but every mid-January, movies will become the first theme in this small town. Filmmakers like Murphy who are struggling to find opportunities are like sharks smelling blood, gathering here from all over the world, hoping to make a splash and complete the transformation from obscurity to fame and fortune.

To put it simply, countless filmmakers regard the St. Denis Film Festival as a pedal to start their careers.

Because it is also full of all kinds of film evaluators and buyers, they may come from distribution companies and videotape publishers.

They all have one thing in common, and they can push a personal movie to the audience.

Put on thick clothes and walk on the streets of Park City, Murphy can see movie-related content everywhere, and professional spectators in suits and ties passing by everywhere. They not only pay attention to the works officially displayed in the theater, but also sometimes whisper to people who sell their works on the roadside, and do everything possible to find videos that can bring profits.

When passing a square, Murphy specifically called Paul Wilson to watch for a while. Although it was only half afternoon, there were many people gathered here. They brought simple screening equipment and would play their works when it got dark.

This is also a sales method. The works they shoot with video recorders may be taken by others and become the next "Witch Blair".

If there is no invitation letter, Murphy may also be one of them, but if he gets the invitation letter, he will only have a slightly more advanced ticket.

And this ticket also requires money.

After passing through the square and turning over an intersection, Murphy came to the office of the Film Festival Organizing Committee, inquired at the door, and quickly found the corresponding office, took out the invitation letter and the corresponding materials, and completed the relevant screening procedures.

"Mr. Stanton,"

Behind the desk is a middle-aged woman with eyes, she said formulaicly, "According to the schedule, your video will be screened at the Morris Theater on the afternoon of the 20th. You will have to pay an admission fee of $3,000, a printing material fee of $200, a theater screening fee of $300, and a staff salary of $300..."

Listening to this series of expenses, Murphy was overwhelmed, but he was helpless. If a movie wants to participate in any film festival, the producers need to submit an entrance fee to the film festival. The fees are often not expensive, and there are various expenses submitted, such as the cost of printing promotional materials, transportation fees, staff compensation, expenses during screenings, and public relations activities...

Fortunately, this is the St. Denis Film Festival, and the fees are relatively low. Murphy finally paid $5,000 and completed all the procedures.

Murphy could only sigh inwardly that movies are an art, and if you want to realize this art, money is the most basic condition.

Most people who have been to the film festival know that holding a film festival requires a lot of venues and manpower, and the expenditure is considerable. Although the film festival will also be paid by sponsors, in addition to charging basic fees, including the St. Denis Film Festival and most film festivals in Europe, will also draw a certain share from the films sold at the film festival.

After leaving the organizing committee office, Murphy was not interested in going around. Now the most people in Parker city are people like him.

The sky was shrouded in the night. When I returned to the hotel room, I ordered a dinner casually. Murphy sat by the window, eating and looking outside. Parker City was brightly lit, and people came and went on the streets. I looked down from a high point. I could see the slightly larger open space, which was shining with the unique light of the screen. This place has become a movie never sleeping city.

After dinner, he first called Bill Roses. The other party had many customers, and it was impossible for him to serve him alone. He would not come to Park City on the day of the screening of "Hard Fruit Candy". He also contacted several professional film viewers from distribution companies, who would appear in the theater at that time.

Maybe it's because I'm away from Los Angeles; maybe it's because I've been busy in recent months, and there are always people working together around me; or maybe it's because this kind of waiting before dawn is the most painful; after hanging up the phone, Murphy actually felt lonely.

In the eyes of Bill Roses, he is a person who is ambitious in learning and a potential stock.

In Paul Wilson's eyes, he was so lucky that he directed a real feature film in his early twenties.

In the eyes of James Franco, he is despicable and shameless, a guy who doesn't need to draft lies.

In Carey Mulligan's eyes, he is understanding and the best good person in the world.

Murphy knew roughly what they thought of him, but in his heart he knew that he was not anyone they thought.

For some reason, Murphy remembered Carla Fies who went to New York. They were the real people. However, Carla Fies was funded by Fox TV to return to his alma mater for further study. After he came out, his career would inevitably be improved again. What about him?

Although he got a key, Murphy knew that his future was still chaotic.

Subconsciously touched the phone and entered the number of Carla Fais. Murphy was about to press the dial button, but the phone suddenly rang. The screen showed a very strange number.

He pressed the answer button, "Hello, this is Murphy Stanton."

"Hi, Murphy."

A crisp sound rang out from the receiver, "I'm Carrey."

"I heard it."

Hearing this familiar voice, Murphy's mood improved a little, "Why are you calling at this time?"

"I just sneaked out of my house and call you in public." Carrie Mulligan over there answered the question, "Murphy, has the film screening time been set?"

Murphy stood up, "This month's twenty."

"I'm so looking forward to it." Carrie Mulligan's crisp voice gradually turned low, "I... I miss you, Murphy."

After changing hands to hold the phone, Murphy frowned slightly. Before he could say anything, Carey Mulligan over there said again, "I dreamed of you. Okay, let's not talk anymore. My mother came to me and let her find out that it would be bad if I called you."

The phone was quickly hung up, and the cute baby face suddenly jumped into Murphy's mind. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile. He was not James Franko.

Maybe it was a day and night dreaming. When I was sleeping at night, Murphy actually dreamed of Carey Mulligan. The blonde girl in the dream held a sharp knife and walked step by step towards him tied to the chair. The delicate baby face had a cute innocent smile, but the knife was slashed at him viciously...
Chapter completed!