Chapter 656: Gods and Kingsis released!

The Kodak Theater in Hollywood shimmered under the glint of spotlights, its facade adorned with intricate Egyptian-style decorations. Towering posters, like majestic hieroglyphs, proclaimed the imminent arrival of "Gods and Kings," Warner Pictures' opulent $160 million summer blockbuster.

Inside the sleek Mercedes-Benz idling before the red carpet, Bale's agent leaned in with a solemn warning. "Chris If you spot Martin Davis tonight, keep your distance. This is your moment, don't give him an inch."

Bale's grip tightened on the door handle, his frustration palpable. "Why even invite him? Everyone knows he's my nemesis."

The agent sighed, knowing Bell's history with Martin was volatile. "It was Jon Berg's call. He wants to show Warner's strength, no matter who walks away."

As they neared the carpet, tension coiled in Bale's gut. The echoes of past clashes with Martin still lingered, threatening to overshadow his big night.

The Mercedes-Benz came to a halt, and Bale emerged, his tailored suit a shield against the chaos. Cameras flashed as he navigated the scarlet path, but the cheers faltered when voices from the Coca-Cola Cult pierced the air.

"Martin! Martin! Martin..."

The crowd erupted, a sea of red shirts bearing allegiance to Bell's rival. His facade cracked, the weight of their taunts heavy upon him.

Desperate to escape, Bale bypassed the media frenzy, seeking refuge against the sponsor's backdrop. The Kodak Theater beckoned, a sanctuary from the storm outside.

Meanwhile, high above, Daniel's brow furrowed while Jon Berg exuded unwavering confidence. Despite the test screening backlash, Berg remained resolute in Warner's prowess.

"Don't fret," Berg reassured Daniel, a veteran of the Warner fold. "A few naysayers can't overshadow our track record."

But doubt gnawed at Daniel. "The market's already skeptical after two bad screenings."

Berg waved off the concern, his belief unshakeable. "Hollywood's seen its share of misjudged screenings. We'll prove them wrong at the box office."

Daniel nodded silently, unable to dispute Jon Berg's examples of past box office triumphs despite their rocky test screenings. Deep down, he harbored hopes for success, especially since the project had been snatched from Martin's grasp.

Exiting the red carpet frenzy, they sought refuge in the VIP lounge. Jon Berg's eyes zeroed in on Martin, and he wasted no time in approaching him.

"Good to see you again, Martin," Jon extended his hand with a congenial smile.

Martin reciprocated the gesture, his tone gracious. "It's a splendid premiere. Thanks for the invite."

Jon didn't mince words, acknowledging Martin's role in the project's inception. "You played a crucial part in bringing 'Gods and King' to life. Warner owes you gratitude for your early support."

Martin basked in the acknowledgment, appreciating the recognition. "Warner and I go way back. No need for formalities."

Jon chuckled, insistent on extending further courtesies. "Nonsense, you must join us for the celebration party. Your presence would be most welcomed."

Martin, unable to resist Jon's warmth, acquiesced. "Just let me know the details, and I'll be there."

After exchanging pleasantries, Jon excused himself, leaving Martin to navigate the room. Spotting Ridley Scott, Martin gravitated towards the acclaimed director.

Ridley's expression was grim as he aired his grievances about the film's editing. Martin offered a sympathetic ear, attributing Warner's confidence to their past successes.

Disillusioned, Ridley lamented Warner's leadership choices. Martin attempted to reassure him, emphasizing that the film's fate remained uncertain until its release.

As they conversed, Bale entered Martin's line of sight, eliciting a scowl from both parties.

Bale's animosity towards Martin was deeply rooted, stemming from past conflicts over Heath Ledger's casting. Martin's refusal to yield had only fueled Bale's resentment.

Bale had heard whispers of Martin's initial involvement in the project, fueling his bitterness. The premiere loomed ahead, tensions simmering beneath the surface as guests filtered into the theater.

As Martin settled into his seat, Anne Hathaway, resplendent in her evening gown, slid into the spot beside him.

"I Didn't catch a glimpse of you earlier?" Martin inquired, turning to face her.

Anne beamed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Traffic nearly derailed me, but I made it just in time."

Her jubilation was infectious. "Guess what? I landed the role of Selina Kyle in 'The Dark Knight Rises'!"

Martin nodded, genuinely pleased. "Congratulations, Anne."

Leaning closer, Anne confided, "It's my first seven-million-dollar paycheck for a single film."

"Will that ease the financial strain?" Martin inquired.

Anne nodded emphatically. "Consider my financial woes a thing of the past."

Martin, ever compassionate towards his exes, offered reassurance. "The past is behind us. Look ahead, Anne."

"Tonight, let's enjoy the moment, no strings attached," Anne implored, her tone earnest.

With a resigned smile, Martin acquiesced. What more could he say?

As the movie commenced, conversation between them dwindled.

The film unfolded with grandeur akin to "Gladiator," culminating in a breathtaking military spectacle. Ridley Scott's meticulous attention to detail was evident in every frame, yet the predictable narrative failed to ignite excitement.

Despite its technical prowess, the film lacked the element of surprise, adhering closely to the traditional epic formula.

Ridley's earnest portrayal of the Exodus story was evident, but even Jon Berg's edits couldn't inject much-needed intrigue.

It was a Hollywood spectacle through and through, meticulously crafted but lacking innovation.

As the credits rolled, Anne turned to Martin, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "The effects, the scale, the epic feel—impressive, right?"

Martin cut to the chase. "Your honest opinion?"

Anne hesitated before confessing, "It's... middling. Not bad, but not exceptional either."