Charles Bennett was also startled, and when he saw the newcomer's appearance, he seemed to understand something. With a professional smile, Boss Bennett went up to greet him: "Professor Bolton, here to pick out new DVDs again?"

The visitor was over fifty, and the few hairs on his head had all rallied together, supporting the center from the periphery. His oily, plump face was meticulously groomed, and those black-rimmed glasses further marked him as a high-level intellectual... Like many old scholars in the nearby university town, Professor Bolton was a regular customer at Charles Bennett's shop. The old gentleman had an intense passion for cinema, and an even more intense—almost dreamlike—interest in the films kept in Charles Bennett's little backroom.

Professor Bolton nodded, heading straight for the backroom with practiced ease. As he walked, he asked, "Little Bennett, got any good movies lately? You know, art—I want to watch art films..."

"Yes, yes, yes, come take a look, this batch of new releases is quite spectacular." When it came to these valued patrons, Boss Bennett was always extremely enthusiastic.

Lily widened her eyes, intensely curious about this sudden turn of events. She picked up a DVD to cover her face, moved closer to the backroom wall, and perked up her ears to listen... In doing so, she failed to notice that the DVD cover in her hand featured a half-naked woman, with the exposed part pressed right against her face.

"Professor Bolton, take a look at this one, 'Riding the Train.' Don't look at me like that, this film has little to do with 'Trainspotting.' All the passionate scenes happen on top of a train, making the filming extremely difficult—it's nothing like those shoddy Japanese productions shot in some random room. This film really has the vibe of a Martin Scorsese gangster movie: a young couple on the run are stripped naked by a deranged enemy and thrown onto the roof of a train, nearly freezing to death, and in the end, they choose to have sex to keep warm. The male lead does everything he can to warm his woman—it's easy to be reminded of Pu Shu's album 'The Train Heading for Winter'... And finally, as the train passes through a tunnel, the female lead screams hysterically in the darkness, 'Just do it, fuck me,' leaving the audience wanting more. There's a touch of magical realism to it..."

"Great film, great film! Just hearing your explanation is enough to get me excited. Little Bennett, it's a real shame you didn't become a film critic. Since I rarely come out, pick a few more for me..."

Eavesdropping, Little Pixie was completely confused. Were they discussing the legendary blue movies?

"And then there's this one, 'Moaning,' arguably the most outstanding masterpiece of the year. The whole film maintains a consistently cold style, the visuals are even darker than Kurosawa's, with only vague shadows on screen. What really moves you are the man's heavy breathing and the woman's resistant yet reluctant moans... Sorry, let me take a sip of water before I continue."

"Back to the point, the entire story is told through these contrasting breaths and moans. The director skillfully allows the audience to feel the emotional fluctuations and psychological changes of the leads through these sounds. You could say it's a beautiful fusion from formalism to abstract art, leaving you breathless from start to finish. Even when 'The End' appears on screen, the audience remains immersed in the story, taking a long time to recover from the shock. It's reminiscent of that chilling narration in 'The Shawshank Redemption': No one knows what really happened that day; some painful memories are just too hard to revisit..."

Little Pixie, still eavesdropping, widened her eyes. Was this a blue movie shop or an art seminar?

Whether she wanted to keep listening or not, the ever-professional Boss Bennett launched into another long-winded speech: "Finally, I have to mention this one, 'My Hand Passing Through Your Skirt.' As a supporter of domestic films, you definitely can't miss it. The story takes place on a crowded bus, and the jostling scenes are far more exciting than those in 'Zhou Yu's Train.' The entire plot revolves around the male lead's hand. The moment his hand first touches the girl's skirt, the slight tremble of his left index finger is on par with Tony Leung's subtle finger movement and falling ash when he auditioned for TVB..."

"The highlight of this film is that it doesn't fall into clichés—there are no vulgar, passionate scenes like in those Japanese 'Train Molester' movies. The director faithfully upholds the great beliefs of the 'tentacle tribe,' telling the whole story through the male lead's hand and the female lead's skirt. The man's excitement and the woman's nervousness are laid bare—it's truly a masterpiece of the tentacle genre! But at the end, when the female lead turns her head and says, 'Big brother, I really like you, do you like me?'—heh, that seems a bit too much of a parody, hard to tell which genre it's supposed to be..."

Twenty minutes later, Professor Bolton's black bag was stuffed with DVDs. Humming, "Back in the day, my crew just started out, all thanks to Sister Aqing~~~," he walked out the door, leaving behind a dignified silhouette in the evening glow.

Charles Bennett counted the cash with a cheerful grin. Looking up, he suddenly realized that the troublesome Lily had disappeared without a trace.

Chapter 007: I'm Getting a Boob Job!

"Big discovery, Grace, a huge discovery!" Lily was standing right outside the bathroom door, her tone and expression full of gossip as she chattered at the person inside.

The bathroom door opened, and Ethan Brooks came out wrapped in a towel, looking fierce: "Little Pixie, if you call me Grace one more time, believe it or not, I'll strangle you with my bare hands?"