British 1986

This year's Berlin Film Festival is very interesting. Due to the jury, the style of each film festival will follow the aesthetic standards and artistic tastes of the jury of this film festival. Under the premise of surrounding the general framework of the film festival, there are A certain bias.

The chairman of the jury is an anti-war person who also has a good impression of the aristocracy.

This in itself is a big advantage. At this moment, another veteran in the British film industry is participating in the Berlin Film Festival awards competition with an anti-war film shot by an aristocrat. ,

This movie is not only anti-war, but also vaguely satirizes some of the actions of the British during World War II. This is a standard self-defeat. A count dares to make an anti-war movie that criticizes the British.

What's this?

This is all-round political correctness plus BUFF stacks.

Isn't this just a coincidence?

The original winner of the Golden Bear Award was the American film "Grand Canyon."

But the movie Grand Canyon is an old-fashioned American drama movie. It is a movie with the main theme of discrimination, crime, and finally reconciliation between young people and young people. Compared with Allen's movies, it is a bit unsatisfactory. .

To use a popular term, the other party was defeated in all aspects, including the size of the cast, the reputation of the director, and even the production budget, plot and layout of the film.

In addition to the final award of the Golden Bear Award for Best Picture, the Silver Bear Award for Best Actor was won by the male protagonist of a movie called "Count Uzi".

The actor's name is Armin Müller Starr. He is a top-level German actor. In theory, he deserves this award.

And the film he won the award for is even more interesting, as it completely reflects the aesthetic standards of the jury.

The winner of the Golden Bear Award for Best Picture is a British Earl.

The winning film for the Silver Bear Award for Best Actor is another film about the Count co-invested and produced by Britain, Germany and Italy.

The jury made their preferences clear.

The Silver Bear Award for Best Actress is also very interesting. Manyu, an actress from Xiangjiang, China, also won the award for "Ruan Lingyu" and successfully became the queen.

But they were overjoyed. The news media that day still focused their main attention on the first two awards.

"'Count Uzi'? The Count with the Uzi submachine gun?"

Allen had never even heard of this bad name. When he heard Uzi, he subconsciously thought of the Uzi submachine gun, a small and exquisite submachine gun that can click with one hand.

This fits my personality very well. He is ruthless and doesn't talk much. If he dares to talk nonsense, a bullet will hit you first.

"This Uzi doesn't seem to have much momentum. Why isn't he called Count Gatlin?"

Allen smacked his lips, a little pity.

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Patrice was speechless.

"Master, it's not that Uzi, that's a name, not a gun."

"Where's the trophy?"

Once he heard that it didn't mean what he understood, Allen had no interest in the movie.

A movie about a count was made by a German. No matter how good it is, I am the count myself. Why do I need to watch other count movies?

It’s not a cool novel like The Count of Monte Cristo.

"Here"

Patrice pushed a small box on the table as if offering a treasure, and motioned for Allen to open it in person.

The small black wooden box is not big, it is about the size of an ordinary express box.

Opening the wooden box, inside is a small trophy that is only twenty or thirty centimeters high with the base and sculpture.

After seeing football trophies and polo trophies, Allen naturally despises these small buckled trophies.

The sculpture is of a little bear cub standing up, making what seems to be a very uncivilized gesture with his hands.

The kind of gesture where you bend your left arm, place your left forearm across your chest, and half-bend your right arm to make an uppercut, which is a bit of a curse.

Although the little bear's gesture actually consisted of both paws bent and stretched forward, it looked like something was wrong, as if it was slightly out of place.

Perhaps seeing Allen's doubts, Patrice did not miss any opportunity to express himself, and quickly explained: "Master, are you looking at the sculpture on this trophy a little strange?"

"Yeah, a little bit."

"Haha. It has to be you. With your level of artistic accomplishment, you can see the problem at a glance. This Golden Bear Award trophy was not like this before. This little bear used to have its right hand stretched forward. Later, it was In 2000, it was changed so that the left hand is extended forward and the right hand is lowered. Since it was not changed later, if you look closely, the overall movement of this little bear will look a bit awkward."

"Oh? Why change it?"

Allen asked subconsciously, and as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly reacted.

Fak

The right hand is extended forward, and it is German. You understand it, right?

If this bear could talk, wouldn't he be able to say "Hi, moustache" just a few decades ago? !

Now that the war is over, if the Germans don't change, they will probably get beaten.

Political correctness is everywhere.

"Okay, just leave it here. It's good as a small ornament."

Allen looked at the little bear with a smile. It was changed to the left hand. Then you can't say "Hi" from now on, Allen?

Putting the ornament aside, Xiao Huang, who was still sleeping on Allen's desk, stared in confusion when he saw such a small thing placed next to him. He stretched his head and took a closer look. The golden light was shining, and he pecked it again. After a few breaths, it felt uninteresting, so I lowered my head and began to fall asleep again.

"Master, when Cameron and we were chatting together a few days ago, he told me about this year's new project, but he doesn't know when you will come back. Do you think he should wait until you are free? Call him over and let him report to you in person?"

Patrice was quite interesting and didn't forget Cameron's instructions, and by the way, he brought a message to Allen for him.

"Okay, okay. Have you made arrangements for the release of the movie?"

"It's all arranged. Our local and American shows are scheduled to be released in mid-March. These days we still need to take advantage of the popularity of the Golden Bear Awards to step up publicity."

"No better than March."

Allen thought about the American side. It should gradually become more popular next month, but his original plan was to launch it at the end of March. In this way, if the movie is released in mid-March, it will not have much impact. Anyway, this movie The storyline of the movie is a bit hollow.

There is no starring role!

This is a large-scale group drama that tells a special story in a special period. It is not about a certain person, but about a certain group.

As a result, the story is weak and the box office performance is not expected to be much better. The main profit points are selling overseas copyrights and money laundering.

Allen no longer has any hope at the box office, as long as the cost can be recovered.

"Okay, I have a new plan recently, please help me take a look."

Allen stood up and was about to take the memo he wrote last night, which recorded his new plan, and was going to take Patrice with him for reference.

But before Allen could get the memo, there was a knock on the study door. Before Allen could agree, the study door was pushed open.

Such rude behavior made Allen frown fiercely, turned his head in the direction of the study door, and saw Spencer walking in carelessly, followed by Xiao Shi Shi with a helpless face.

"Hahaha, Allen? I heard that you are looking for me? What's going on? It's delaying me to pick up girls, I came here from London, it's very hard!"

After taking a look at the furnishings in the study, Spencer didn't feel anything wrong with the cold atmosphere at all. Facing Allen's expressionless gaze, he was still that cool, and even complained to Allen for disturbing him. His time to pick up girls.

"Patrice, please go back first. Let's not talk about it today. By the way, help me open the door."

Allen confessed softly.

Seeing Allen's expression, Patrice seemed a little strange. He also felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere at the scene. He quickly stood up, saluted to Spencer, and then walked out of the study quietly, taking the opportunity to Come to your door.

Allen just leaned against the desk without sitting down. Instead, he found a document with a red label on the desk and flipped through it. It was a piece of personal information.

The first page of the information is a photo of a lady who looks about 70 percent good-looking after putting on makeup.

In the photo, the lady is wearing a bikini and standing on the beach posing. Under the sun, her blond hair is extremely dazzling and she has a good figure.

Later there is also her family, origin, and even her past relationship history.

A person born in 1969, now 23 years old, has had 17 boyfriends on and off since high school.

She was born as a model. As for how she managed to work as a reporter for the BBC, it was all due to her physical advantages.

With such a resume, it can be said that this person has very rich emotional experiences. As for whether he has rich other experiences, I don’t know.

Being able to take out such a piece of information and submit it to myself in one night is already the biggest achievement of my subordinates.

He threw the information on the table with a "pop" and motioned for Spencer to take a look.

"Is this the goddess you are chasing? Because of her, you have brought chaos to the entire BBC headquarters?"

"What?" Spencer picked up the information and flipped through it a few times.

People in love, regardless of gender, actually have lower IQs.

Spencer felt a little like this now. He had no emotions at all after reading the information. He even looked at Allen with a strange expression and said: "She told me all about her past, I don't care, we are true love. "

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True love is this word again. He seemed to have said the same thing a month ago when he was in France.

"Spencer, I don't object to you finding a woman. Who you like is your freedom, but you openly disclose your identity and have contact with so many civilians. Do you want to imitate your sister? Take the path of a civilian count? You know I wonder if your behavior is disgusting? Is it disgusting? Not only the common people hate you, but other nobles will also hate you!"

It's not that nobles can't have contact with common people, but they should have less contact!

Since when did Allen often spend time among civilians outside?

The unwritten rules of the British aristocrats are generally to keep a low profile. Others vary from person to person. However, it is the most basic unwritten rule not to have too much contact with civilians. This is also the rule that many people will never meet in their lifetime. One of the reasons for nobility.

As a noble, he is much higher than the common people in terms of class. One of us is the ruling class and the other is the ruled class. We are too close and have too many contacts. What is the biggest hidden danger?

It will make the common people lose their sense of awe towards the aristocracy!

If the common people lose their respect for the aristocracy, what will happen next?

It's overthrow!

Now the outside world has long suggested that the royal family be abolished. In such a general environment, going to the BBC headquarters to pick up girls and openly showing off your identity, isn't this stupid?

If you were an extreme aristocrat, and behaved like Spencer, you would be fucking seeking death, digging up your own foundation, and digging up the foundation of the entire aristocratic class!

Fortunately, things are still under control now. People also know that Spencer was stuffed into the BBC by Allen, and the situation was slightly controlled. Otherwise, Ceylon would not have gone to the BBC headquarters in London to resolve the matter in person. This happened.

"Farke!"

Spencer threw down the document, looked at Allen angrily and said, "Of course you don't need to teach me what I do. Didn't I expose my identity? It doesn't matter to me whether they salute me or not. I’m also an intern at the BBC. They can do it, but I can’t? Why don’t I just pick up a girl? Huh?”

The more Spencer talked, the more angry he became. Allen was lower than him, but in the past few years of getting along with him, Allen always liked to order him to do this and that, as if he was a waste. Now he has money. He was about to inherit his father's earldom. Allen still looked like he was pointing fingers at him, which made Spencer a little uncomfortable. Why, why!

"Who do you think you are? Don't always look like you're pointing fingers at me. I can do whatever I want. You don't need to worry about me!"

Allen gently picked up the Golden Bear Award trophy on the table. The golden trophy looked valuable, but it was a little small, but it was very important.

"When you just walked in, you didn't even ask. You pushed the door and came in. This is my home, this is my study. Do you respect me? Spencer, do you think you are rich now and will soon? After inheriting the title, are you drifting away?"

"Oh Alan, don't forget, I deserve this money! I deserve it for my hard work in The Gambia for several years! When you are playing with women at home and enjoying life, who works for you in The Gambia? Yes, I am your elder, do you need to knock on the door when I come in? Huh?!"

"boom!"

The Golden Bear Award trophy was smashed onto Spencer's head by Allen. Before Spencer could finish speaking, he didn't even react. He was hit hard on the head and his eyes were filled with stars. .

"Cao Nima's!" Allen took a step forward, raised his right foot and pushed hard on Spencer's chest with a standard kick. With a muffled sound, Spencer took a few steps back and bumped into On the wall of the study room.

"Alan, you're crazy! How dare you hit me."

"Not only do I dare to beat you today, I will also beat you to death, I, Cao Nima!"

Without saying a word, Allen strangled Spencer's neck, punched Spencer's face with his right fist one after another, and started greeting him.

Spencer started to roll his eyes when he received the third blow and kicked his legs wildly, but Allen grabbed his neck and pushed him against the wall, and no matter how hard he kicked, it was useless.