Jim Carrey looked at Martin, feeling a wave of emotion.
A simple moment of arrogance had caused him so much trouble.
Yes, back when he rejected Bruce Almighty, claiming he didn't want to do "another comedy," it had just been an excuse to raise his asking price.
He and director Tom Shadyac had already secretly agreed on this tactic.
But to his surprise, Jennifer Aniston had brought in Martin instead—who then forcefully removed Tom Shadyac from the project.
What followed was a full-on media battle, which eventually ended with Jim and Tom publicly apologizing.
Now, as Martin's influence in the energy sector continued to rise, Jim felt more and more uneasy.
Why the hell did I let my emotions get the best of me and piss off this guy?
So after much deliberation, he had come to the premiere—not only to personally make peace with Martin but also to gauge his attitude.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong!
To Martin, Jim Carrey was nothing more than a tiny, insignificant figure now.
Why would an elephant hold a grudge against an ant?
After a bit of small talk, Jim finally relaxed.
He grinned and said, "Martin, if you ever need anything, just say the word."
Martin chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."
Once Jim left, Leonardo DiCaprio—who had been lurking nearby—sighed.
"Man, you've really become one of those untouchable figures," Leo said.
"That guy was definitely here to make amends. I could see how nervous he was.
Even a superstar like Jim Carrey is willing to bow his head just because you might be unhappy with him.
You should be running for president, not just acting."
Martin put on a thoughtful expression. "Hmm... I'll consider it."
"Uh, dude—I was joking." Leo's eyes widened in panic.
"President? Pfft, why not?" Martin shrugged.
"Haven't you heard? That bodybuilder (Schwarzenegger) is running for governor.
And I think he'll win."
"You actually believe that?"
At the very least, he won't be worse than Davis, that idiot."
Martin scoffed, completely unconcerned about openly trashing the sitting governor.
At this point, in California, insulting Davis was practically politically correct.
That guy had completely wrecked the state's finances.
"But... an actor as governor?" Leo frowned.
"So what? It's not unprecedented.
Actors have become presidents before. Reagan did pretty well, didn't he?"
As the lights dimmed, the movie began.
Bruce Nolan was a TV news reporter.
Though well into his 30s, he was still a mess—clumsy, unkempt, and constantly complaining about everything.
Fortunately, he was handsome, charming, and incredibly talented.
His show was hilarious, winning over countless viewers—including his girlfriend, Grace.
She desperately wanted him to marry her.
But even after years of living together, Bruce never showed any interest in marriage.
Even worse—he was a chronic complainer.
No matter what happened, he always found something to blame.
And the biggest scapegoat of all?
Bruce's day was absolute hell.
It was just one unlucky thing after another—
Getting tangled in his bedsheets, Choking on his awful breakfast, His dog peeing on the couch, Getting punched for no reason, Stepping into a filthy puddle...
The entire sequence was a comedy goldmine, and the theater was filled with laughter.
(Though, to the film critics lurking among the audience, it was just "low-brow humor.")
He finally got to work.
But the news was depressing—
African refugees struggling to survive, Economic crises in developed nations, Terrorists releasing deadly gas...
He screamed at the sky, blaming God for everything.
God decided he had enough.
He gave Bruce divine powers for a day—so he could see for himself how hard it was to run the world.
And that's when the real fun began.
A mere mortal with God's power... what could possibly go wrong?
He pulled the moon closer to impress his girlfriend. He caused a meteor strike just to land an exclusive news story. He parted a bowl of soup like Moses.
For the audience, it felt like watching a wish-fulfillment fantasy novel—pure, unfiltered satisfaction.
Finally, Bruce achieved his dream.
He became a top news anchor.
His life seemed perfect.
He was absolutely terrible at it.