Jiang Hao and Zhou Xinyan walked into the theater. Jiang Hao looked around. In a cinema with over a hundred seats, there were only about twenty people. Seeing this, he knew it would probably be difficult for Little Red Date's movie to recoup its costs through screenings.
People nowadays valued straightforward entertainment above all else and had little interest in humanistic sentiments. They paid to come to the cinema for a visual experience, not to be educated.
Although Jiang Hao knew the plot, this was his first time watching the finished film, and he watched it very carefully. Overall, the movie felt very Chinese.
In other words, one could tell at a glance that it had been made by a Chinese director.
"Are you tired? Do you still want to watch another one?" Jiang Hao asked in the cinema café.
"Let's watch one more. My coworkers seem to have all seen it, and when I went back, they kept recommending The Wandering Earth to me. They said it was the best Chinese sci-fi film so far. I couldn't understand half the things they talked about, so since we're here today, we shouldn't miss it," Zhou Xinyan said.
Half an hour later, the two bought tickets and entered the theater again. There were noticeably more people in this showing, around forty or fifty. Jiang Hao could understand why. It had been over a month already, and the film was entering its final sluggish period. This attendance rate was already quite good.
It had to be said that watching it in a cinema really was better than watching it on a phone. The visuals were far more spectacular.
Oh,
It seemed he had let something slip.
That was right, Jiang Hao had watched a pirated version before.
The Wandering Earth told the