[US Entertainment] Kise's Hollywood Diary

"I trust my vision." Tobey Maguire closed his eyes and shook his head. He looked at his agent, "Did "Spiderman" make you bloated, buddy?"

The agent shook his head, "Toby, you may make an exception for "The Pentium Era", but what about next time? They will think you are negotiable and lower the price again and again. Compromise is a habit. It's getting farther and farther."

The $2000 million club is not something that can be entered by just making a few blockbuster commercial films, and a salary of $2000 million does not mean that Oscars will belong.Tobey Maguire understands this very well, and he cherishes every opportunity to audition.

Tobey Maguire and his agent stepped aside and passed a tall figure.But he stopped and turned back, such a quick reaction could only barely allow him to see the silhouette of that person.

"Did you see? A kid who can only see one face can come to the audition. Maybe you can tell me what is the famous work of that person just now?"

The sarcasm in the manager's tone Toby could hear clearly, but he didn't think so.

"The Pentium Era" is a good script, and everyone who read it will say so. The characters in it are all distinctive characters. The whole story is full of rhythm. If the plot does not procrastinate, half of the victory is already won-the other half is left to the director and actors.More importantly, this type of movie has always been the favorite of the judges, and the team brought by Universal has already won half the battle.

Toby was very aware of his shortcomings, and he kept turning around until the figure entered the audition office he had just come out of.

"Mr. Vincent Landmore."

"Yes, ma'am." Vincent stared at the casting director in front of him, and Frank had greeted him in advance - Debra Zane, a casting director with a precise vision.

The director and screenwriter of this film sits next to this lady who has never turned her eyes from the 90s to the present: Gary Rose, with a long gray beard, raised his head and glanced critically at the person coming.

"Too young." Gary Ross turned his head, flipping through the paper materials in his hand and said, "You have starred in a work, directed by Ken Loach, and now, this movie has not yet been released."

Debra Zane's eyes lit up, and his eyebrows slightly raised, "Then, you are not inexperienced. Vincent, according to the script we sent you, you can start your audition performance."

The third interviewer present opened the script and read the line out of his mouth. Vincent matched the lines almost subconsciously.

"It's the whole thing, Dickens, Wordsworth, The Arabian Nights, Moby Dick...and your Milne."

"Why, what's the matter? What's the matter?"

"Mr. Bu has a house, a real house, and besides, his wife is a good cook."

The boy looked at his father in bewilderment, his clear blue eyes were stained with despair and disbelief.

His father had already made the decision on his behalf, the boy smiled, but his eyes were already filled with tears: "No,..." Let me be with you... He said in an angry voice, but it was his father who responded Hugging him hard, as hard as rubbing him into his own bone marrow.

"Shall we go home... go home?"

"You have talent...we'll be back."

This is the parting scene when the protagonist of "The Pentium Era" was "fostered" by his parents in someone else's home when he was young.

The performance of this period of teenage years just made the faces of those present a little bit pale, and Gary Rose nodded, "This is the age that suits you. Then, the next paragraph."

The staff brought in an armchair to serve as a bed.Vincent sat on it with his whole body relaxed, his legs placed naturally, his neck pressed back, and the back of his neck leaned against the top of the chair back. His blue eyes were fixed on a certain point in front of him. He seemed to be in a not-so-large room. At the end of the bed lay a charming woman.

The hustle and bustle outside was unheard, and the young man half-lyed on the bed, "telling" the story he made up in a low and lazy manner.

"There is a princess from Siam, she sits here, just like me." The man smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, "I fed her and made her drunk," he stretched out a hand, index finger and middle finger slightly Lift it up, as if wanting to touch something in the void.

"Take her to bed..."

Speaking of this, the man cursed with a half-smile: "What is the word that rhymes with Siam?"

The woman opened her eyes with heavy makeup in surprise: "It's awesome, then did you make this up?"

"Obviously," the man raised his head slightly, revealing his smooth neck, "isn't it?"

The sight made the woman at the end of the bed laugh, "It's beautiful."

"You are beautiful." The sudden compliment stunned the woman who had been in love for a moment.

"Don't say that, you have to pay me!"

She pursed her red lips and asked hesitantly, "So, do you want to come?"

At that moment, the half-lying man seemed to be more immersed in it, and seemed to break free from some cold ambiguity. He replied, "Why not."

But the scenes of the boxing ring and the racetrack flashed through his mind, "Can't you see—" that sentence kept echoing in his mind.

His vision became blurred, and he slightly changed the position of his head, as if he wanted to see the woman's body more clearly, and he seemed to be confirming something...

When Vincent stood up from his seat, several interviewers present did not speak immediately, Gary Rose nodded slowly, "Vincent, I have to admit, I like your performance very much. But your height, and Not fit to be a jockey."

Of course, the shooting technique can cover up this shortcoming.Although Gary Ross said such a sentence, he already had a countermeasure in his heart.

Debra Zane asked with a smile, "Can you ride a horse?"

"Of course." Vincent nodded. He was not discouraged by what Gary Rose said just now, because the other party didn't finish his words, which meant that he still had great hope.

"As written in the script, we hope that your weight is controlled at a very strict number, and at the same time, your body should be covered with healthy and beautiful muscles."

"I don't think it's too difficult for me."

The only woman present was even more satisfied. She glanced at Vincent. Under the watchful eyes of several interviewers, the casting director woman asked the boy to take off his shirt.

It stands to reason that it is not very pleasant to expose your body in front of everyone in public, but Vincent calmly stretched out his hands and crossed to grab the hem of the clothes, and pulled the clothes from bottom to top to the top of his head.This action made the boy's well-arranged hairstyle messy, but the slightly ascetic temperament coupled with messy blond hair and naked upper body, under the conflict, there is a harsh beauty.

When the boy's tight muscles and flawless chest were exposed, several interviewers present subconsciously held their breath, and couldn't help but have a hint of appreciation in their scrutinizing eyes.

"The health of the young is always good."

Regarding the deep meaning of Debra's "nice body", Gary Rose just shook his beard, and then another interviewer chose to end today's interview.

"If you are the last option, we will call you with the outcome."

After Vincent left, the next audition actor hadn't entered yet, and several interviewers present had a brief exchange.

Producer Catherine Kennedy put the cap on the pen, she nodded slowly and said: "I have to admit that although he is young, he is amazingly talented, and his performance is appropriate for both age groups. He was born in a wealthy family and well-educated in his childhood. He is the son of a rich family, so some of the long-formed habits are also reflected in the details after he grows up."

Kathleen Kennedy said this, and Debra Zane also found it, and she agreed: "I agree with Vincent's eyes on the character. When he slouches in his chair and looks at you, you will sink In those blue eyes."

The only two female interviewers present have been completely captured by Vincent Landmore, and Gary Rose did not affect his judgment on the leading role because of his personal subjective wishes.

He signaled the assistant to continue the audition, but the pen in his hand involuntarily drew an obvious mark on Vincent Landmore's name.Tobey Maguire, who was the first to audition today, is also a good choice. Both of them have their own advantages.The former has gathered a certain amount of popularity, but the latter may bring more surprises.

"You look pretty good." Frank handed him Vincent's coat, and the boy put it on neatly. After all, the temperature outside was not too high, even a little cold.

"I look good at any time." Vincent took a cup of hot coffee, he took a sip, and the two walked into the elevator.

"What I have to tell you is that if you don't succeed in winning this film, you will have a whole year's gap in 2002." Frank felt that he had the need to inform young entertainers of the cruel reality of Hollywood.

"The financial crisis doesn't affect the real winners, and there's no real difference between earning $2000 million and $2100 million. It's the low-end players that are really affected, Vincent."

"You have very good talent and conditions. But you have to know that young actors in the 70s are in full swing, such as Leonardo DiCaprio, even if he won a Golden Raspberry Award last year, this does not hinder He has become the first choice for all kinds of directors' big productions." Frank drank the hot coffee in the cup in one gulp, threw the paper cup into the trash can, frowned and looked very disgusted with this instant coffee.

"Or Tobey Maguire, who auditioned earlier than you just now, he made a comeback in one fell swoop with "Spider-Man", but he can't act in a better film with his current position. Another example, "Pentium" that you are competing with him now "The Times", besides him, the producer has better choices, and there are countless people coveting the starring position. So you understand?"

Vincent looked out the rainy elevator window, "So I can't be limited to Hollywood."

It can't be limited to actors.

"Huh?" Frank put his arms around his shoulders, as if thinking about the answer.

There are so many people who want to become advanced players, and so few resources and money.There are five major brokerage companies around Hollywood. Apart from that, if you want to get a little profit from the hands of the big guys, how can there be enough for the remaining small shrimps and crabs?

Hollywood Diary (11)

On the way back from the audition, Frank kept complaining that Universal's instant coffee was bad.

Yes, because he was a little nervous, he drank all the coffee in the cup.

On the way back, there was inevitably a traffic jam.

He wriggled in the driver's seat from time to time, and I guess he had more than one drink.