novellhall Chapter 243 Box Office Domination
Chapter 243 Box Office Domination
Chapter 243 Box Office Domination
Monday morning at 9:00 AM.
Bo, an authoritative box office statistics website, has updated its weekend data.
All of Hollywood fell silent.
Then exclamations and curses rang out simultaneously in different buildings.
Guardians of the Galaxy grossed $1.8 million in its opening weekend in North America.
It grossed approximately $3.97 million worldwide in its opening weekend.
Interstellar grossed $5751 million in its opening weekend in North America and approximately $1.35 million worldwide.
The data comparison is stark.
Guardians of the Galaxy's North American opening weekend box office was more than three times that of Interstellar.
Its global box office is nearly three times that of its predecessor.
This gap is no longer about winning or losing, it's about crushing the opponent.
The moment the data popped up, Marvel Studios' war room erupted in cheers and applause that could have blown the roof off.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Champagne corks flew everywhere.
Foam splashed everywhere.
Director Gunn was surrounded by the crowd.
The chubby guy, known for his antics, had red-rimmed eyes. He grabbed a bottle of champagne, gulped it down, and then raised the bottle high: "To the best bunch of freaks in the galaxy! To Chen Xun!"
Kevin Feige was relatively restrained, but his clenched fists and gleaming eyes betrayed his excitement.
He walked up to Chen Xun and shook his hand firmly: "Chen, you did it! No, you all did it!"
"We've created a new series!"
Chen Xun was flanked by Dave and Zoe, with Dave yelling in his ear, "Did you hear that! Three times! Matthew's face must be green by now!"
The data is still being refined.
The box office breakdown for "Guardians of the Galaxy" shows that its opening weekend box office accounted for 75% of the estimated opening week, a typical trend for a high-grossing commercial film.
The audience spans a wide age range, from children with their parents to elderly people with gray hair, truly appealing to all ages.
The film's 121-minute length allows cinemas to schedule 5-6 screenings per day, maximizing the use of screen resources.
On social media.
"Groot Dancing"
"Rocket's Sharp Tongue"
"Star-Lord's awkward dance"
Classic movie scenes have been turned into viral memes by fans.
This has led to the increasing popularity of Guardians of the Galaxy.
The data analysis page for Interstellar looks much heavier.
169分钟的片长严重限制了排片，每天最多3—4场，直接减少了20—30%的潜在票房。
The audience is predominantly over 25 years old. Although high-priced theaters such as IMAX account for a large proportion, the audience base is significantly smaller.
To make matters worse, it was released alongside Guardians of the Galaxy, which resulted in a significant loss of action movie and male audiences.
Of course, professional film critics have given Interstellar a high rating.
With an 84% freshness rating on Rotten Tomatoes and an average score of 74 on MetaCritic, many reviews praise its visual spectacle, scientific rigor, and emotional depth.
The problem is that these positive reviews failed to translate into a surge in ticket purchases among the public.
"Too long"
"A bit hard to understand"
"Requires a lot of focus"
These reviews circulated more widely among ordinary viewers.
In the Warner Bros. conference room.
The glaring numbers on the screen seemed to mock all their efforts and strategies over the past few months.
No one spoke, only the low hum of the air conditioner vents.
Nolan sat at one end of the long table, his hands clasped in front of him, staring at the screen. His face was expressionless, but his slightly pursed lips betrayed his emotions.
Matthew McConaughey sat diagonally across from him, looking extremely grim. The tablet screen in front of him was dark, but his fingers were unconsciously tapping on the table.
The marketing director cleared his throat, attempting to break the deadlock: "From—from the perspective of word-of-mouth, our film has gained the respect of critics, and its long-term box office performance may..."
May----"
"Long-term?"
The publishing director interrupted him, his voice a little shrill: "We're trailing by 240 million over the first weekend! Tell me how we're going to catch up in the long run?"
"If Guardians of the Galaxy's second-week drop doesn't exceed 60%, we'll never catch up!"
"And Marvel movies typically see a drop of around 50% in their second week!"
Tesuhara rubbed his throbbing temples: "The box office share of IMAX and special formats is still quite good, which is our current advantage."
"But the base number is too small!"
The data analyst couldn't help but interject, "Our IMAX theaters do have a higher occupancy rate than theirs, but they have five times as many regular theaters as we do!"
"The total audience size differs by more than an order of magnitude!"
A young assistant accidentally knocked over a coffee cup, and the brown liquid spread across the clean tabletop.
Nobody bothered to clean it.
The assistant frantically pulled out tissues, his movements sounding particularly jarring in the deathly silent conference room.
The Warner executive finally moved. He slowly leaned back in his chair, shifting his gaze from the screen to the window.
"I underestimated it!"
"I underestimated how strong the audience's demand for light entertainment is in the current environment, and I also underestimated that young man—"
He paused for a moment: "And the way he represents in connecting with the audience."
Matthew suddenly raised his head, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just slumped back down.
His mind is probably filled with his interview from a week ago, about stars and fireworks, global resonance and the limitations of his fanbase.
Those words now sound like a resounding slap across his face.
The internet has already exploded with discussion.
Bo.OfficeMojo's tweet was met with a flood of hilarious comments: "Three times! Friends, three times! Matthew McConaughey's star doesn't seem bright enough, does it? [doge]"
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"The person who said that Guardians of the Galaxy wouldn't be good outside of North America, now that it grossed 3.97 million worldwide in its opening weekend, please begin your explanation."
"What's the point of Interstellar having such a good reputation?"
"The audience voted with their wallets!"
"Everyone's exhausted after get off work. Should they go see Groot act cute, or attend a three-hour space physics class?"
"Matthew's boomerang-like interview finally arrived, albeit late! Hilarious! Whose box office is limited now?"
"To be rational, Nolan's films are fine, but this time he's really a bit too highbrow for the general public."
"Guardians of the Galaxy may not be that profound, but it made more people laugh, isn't that a success in itself?"
"Chen Xun is truly steady. From pre-sales to the release of the film, he never said a bad word about his competitors. He just quietly promoted the film and interacted with fans. In the end, the box office speaks for itself, which is more impressive than anything else."
"That's the power of being down-to-earth! Chen Xun and the Guardians of the Galaxy make the audience feel like they're one of us, while Nolan and Matthew are more like teachers here to educate you. Which one do you prefer?"
Major media outlets also quickly issued press releases:
The Hollywood Reporter: "Guardians of the Galaxy is a cosmic explosion, grossing $3.97 million worldwide, crushing Interstellar!"
Variety: "Nolan suffers a major setback? 'Interstellar's' high praise can't withstand the entertainment wave!"
Entertainment Weekly: "Chen Xun vs. Matthew McConaughey: Box office success proves that warmth has a better market than depth?"
Some financial media outlets have even begun analyzing the potential stock price pressure Warner Bros. Discovery may face, as well as the expected rise in Marvel and Disney stock prices.
On Chen Xun's personal social media, congratulatory and celebratory comments were flooding in.
He didn't post anything about box office figures or comparisons; he simply uploaded a snapshot of the Marvel Wars Room celebration.
In the photo, he is covered in champagne and is laughing at the camera with director Gunn, Dave, and Zoe, with a large screen displaying box office figures in the background.
The caption was simple: "The best team, the best journey. Thank you to everyone who walked into the theater and became part of our galaxy. #GuardiansoftheGalaxy #Family"
The number of likes and shares on this tweet climbed at an astonishing rate.
In another building, Matthew silently scrolled through his phone.
Looking at the sarcastic comments and jarring comparison photos, I finally turned off my phone screen.
The sun is shining brightly outside the window, but some people's moods are probably out of sync with it.
The tensions of the first weekend are gradually dissipating.
But everyone knew that the outcome of the war was already a foregone conclusion after the first weekend.
The spaceship piloted by a bunch of freaks in "Guardians of the Galaxy" has already taken to the skies!
Wall Street, New York Stock Exchange.
The moment the opening bell rang, traders smelled blood. The stock ticker on the big screen, Warner Bros. Discovery, plummeted like it was on a slide, the numbers turning a deep green.
"60 yuan — 59 — 58 — ·, unstoppable!"
A trader with slicked-back hair yelled into his headset: "It's all sell orders! Institutions are dumping! Retail investors are scrambling!"
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"What about Disney?"
His colleague next to him was staring at another screen.
"Disney's stock is rising! It opened 3% higher and is still going up!"
The buzzing in the trading hall grew louder and louder, people hurried by, and the sounds of telephones ringing and shouting mingled together.
On the electronic screen, the green line representing WBD plummeted vertically, while the red line representing DIS next to it rose sharply, forming a cruel cross.
"Those idiots at Warner!"
A seasoned investor cursed into his phone: "They kicked Chen Xun out to promote Nolan, and now Nolan's movies haven't even reached half of Chen Xun's box office! Market expectations have completely collapsed!"
"I heard that several large funds are adjusting their portfolios, reducing their holdings of WBD and increasing their holdings of DIS."
Another trader lowered his voice: "They believe this box office battle is not just about the outcome of two movies, but a bellwether for Warner Bros. and Disney's content strategies for the next few years."
"Warner Bros. bet on the director's auteurship, Disney bet on intellectual property and audience connection—now it seems the market has voted for the latter with its money."
"Damn it, I just ate some WBD last week!"
Someone wailed.
"Sell at a loss, bro, this trend won't recover for at least a month."
One hour after the market opened, WBD triggered the circuit breaker mechanism and suspended trading.
The stock price remained stubbornly stuck at a level 18% lower than the opening price, and this was just the beginning.
The rolling headlines in financial news have changed to: "Warner Bros. stock price plunges as analysts say Interstellar box office failure triggers investor confidence crisis."
In contrast, Disney's stock price soared, closing up 5.7%.
The analyst report stated, "The huge success of Guardians of the Galaxy not only solidified the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but also demonstrated Disney's strong ability to discover new IPs and create new stars, enhancing market expectations for its future profitability."
Capital is the most pragmatic thing.
It doesn't care about artistic achievement, only about rewards.
When expected returns collapse, people flee faster than anyone imagines.
Disney headquarters.
The atmosphere here is the complete opposite of Wall Street.
Although there was no champagne party, everyone in the corridor had an irrepressible smile on their face.
Employees wearing Marvel T-shirts high-fived each other, and as they passed Chen Xun, they would sincerely say, "Congratulations, Chen! The movie was fantastic!"
In Kevin Feige's office, he was having a small celebration with several executives, and sweet treats were laid out on the table.
Circles and coffee.
"The global box office in the first week was $4.97 million, and the estimated drop in the second week is only 53%, which is very good."
Feige took a bite of a frosted donut: "It'll definitely surpass 14 billion in the end."
"Audiences and critics have been more receptive to these new characters than expected; Star-Lord, Rocket, Groot—they've established themselves."
"Chen Xun's film contract —"
Someone reminded me.
"Initiate sequel negotiations immediately."
Feige wiped his hands: "Give us the highest level of terms. The crossover between Guardians of the Galaxy and The Avengers needs to be planned in advance. I want Chen Xun's Star-Lord to become one of the core characters in the next phase of Marvel."
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"Warner Music, what's up with them?!"
Feige smiled, a smile that contained little sympathy but rather a cool, business-minded assessment: "They'll be in pain for a while, but they won't die. Nolan is still Nolan, just that this time he's hit a more popular wall. But this is good for us. At least for the next two years, we'll have more leverage when competing for top directors and actors."
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Warner Bros. Studios.
Nolan was alone in his editing room.
The curtains were drawn, and the only light in the room came from the computer screen and a few monitors.
He was repeatedly watching Matthew McConaughey's performance in the fifth dimension in Interstellar, his fingers unconsciously tapping the control panel.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
A cautious knock came from outside the door.
He is his long-time producer.
She was also his wife.
Emma Thomas.
"Chris!"
Emma walked in and placed a glass of water next to him: "It's a bit chaotic outside. You know about the stock price issue, right?"
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Nolan nodded, his eyes never leaving the screen: "Understood."
"It's not your fault."
Emma put her hand on his shoulder: "The movie was great, even better than we expected, it just wasn't timed right."
Nolan finally turned his head, his face showing obvious fatigue: "I know the movie is good!"
"I even feel that because of the pressure this time, some parts were more perfect than I originally thought, and I should thank Chen Xun for that!"
"But Emma, that doesn't change the outcome; the market's judgment is brutal."
He paused, then continued, "That kid Chen Xun—"
Emma paused for a moment: "From the director's perspective, you did your best to keep Chen Xun. From the current perspective—we may have missed out on someone who could have brought a different atmosphere, but what's done is done!"
Nolan turned off the monitor, plunging the room into a dim light.
"I need to take a break for a while and tell Warner that I won't be participating in the upcoming promotions."
"What about Matthew? —"
"Let him handle it himself."
Nolan's voice was somewhat subdued: "Those interviews were his own choice."
Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.
At 10 p.m., Chen Xun sat alone in his home theater. On the large screen in front of him, the finished film "Interstellar" was playing.
This is an internal copy that Rob obtained through connections.
The room lights were off, only the light from the screen reflected on his face.
He looked at it very carefully.
Seeing the cornfields undulating like ocean waves in the wind, witnessing the magnificent sight of the Eternal traversing the wormhole, Cooper struggled near the singularity of the black hole. In fifth-dimensional space, he desperately pounded on the bookshelf, trying to send a message to his daughter—
More than two hours later, the end credits rolled.
When the light came on, he sat in the chair and didn't move for a long time.
The screen went dark, the end credits finished rolling, and only the low hum of the air conditioner remained in the room.
"Holy crap, as expected of Nolan!"
He muttered a curse under his breath, but it was unclear who he was cursing.
The movie was even better than he remembered from his previous life.
Stress can sometimes be a strange catalyst.
He could sense that everything from Nolan and Hans Zimmer's scores to Matthew and Anne's performances, and even every special effects shot of a black hole or wormhole, was tense and focused.
The result is that every detail of the final product is polished to perfection.
The visual spectacle of Cooper traversing the wormhole, the desperate yet fantastical way of communicating in five-dimensional space, and the emotional bond between father and daughter that transcends time and space —
Even with his memories of his past life and a critical eye, Chen Xun had to admit that this was a masterpiece.
A masterpiece born at the wrong time.
The phone screen lit up briefly in the darkness; it was Rob's latest box office summary:
[Final statistics (as of this weekend)]
Guardians of the Galaxy: $14.1 billion worldwide!
Interstellar: $6 million worldwide!
The gap is huge!
On the day that Guardians of the Galaxy's final box office figure was $1.41 billion, the notification popped up on time.
[Guardians of the Galaxy project completed settlement]
Final rating: S-level
[Reward Distribution: Trendsetting progress +18%]
Current overall progress: 50%
[Milestone Achieved!]
[Bonus: Mental Strength +15% (Improved Perception, Focus, and Emotional Control)]
A cool sensation spread from between his brows, as if someone had injected a refreshing spring into his brain.
The frustration and fatigue accumulated during the training vanished instantly, and my mind became exceptionally clear.
Just then, my phone vibrated. It was Robert.
"Chen! Where is he?"
Rob's voice sounded like he'd just finished a marathon: "Get back to the hotel right away! It's big! A top-level Marvel meeting just ended, and they want to create a standalone movie just for you!"
Chen Xun was taken aback: "An independent film? Star-Lord's?"
"Not Star-Lord! It's a brand new superhero! A project personally approved by Kevin Feige, the script outline is already done, just waiting for your approval!"
Rob took a breath: "I'll be at your hotel right away. I have the paper version of the script. This stuff is more valuable than nuclear codes these days; Marvel's legal department is watching it."
Forty minutes later, in the living room of Chen Xun's hotel suite.
Robert placed a heavy kraft paper folder on the coffee table with great care, as if he were setting down a fragile antique.
The folder cover had no markings, except for a Marvel logo watermark printed in the corner.
Chen Xun opened the folder. The first page was a project overview, and the second page was a script structure detailed down to the minute.
He quickly scanned the keywords: XZ, Kamar-Taj, Vishanti, Dark Dimension, Karuru, Shambhala Sanctuary —