[US Entertainment] Best Director

Although Spielberg didn't urge him, Prairis knew in his heart that there were too many deficiencies in this movie, and the script had to be turned out as soon as possible.

After sending Spielberg and Eddie off, Preris drove to the home of Japanese screenwriter Alice Yamashita.

English screenwriter Paul Haggis is lying on the sofa sleeping soundly.

Prairis walked around the sofa carefully and walked to the study.

Under the light, Alice Yamashita was writing vigorously with a pen.

Prairie came to her side.

Alice Yamashita looked up weakly.

"You're here."

"Well. How much has it been changed?" Prairis took off the scarf.

"A third." Alice Yamashita handed the manuscript beside her to Praris and looked at her watch. "This is the rest of the English script written by Paul. Take a look. If possible, I will start translating it tomorrow."

"it is good."

Prairius took the script and sat on a chair in the corner of the study, and immediately started reading.

Unsurprisingly, this is an extremely good screenplay.

Prairius followed Paul's Xi Xiangsheng into the "nightmare" of involuntary chaos almost instantly.

Struggling, suffering, involuntary.

What is justice?What is honor?What is belief?

Is the endless killing for so-called "peace" really just?Is the so-called "Long Live the Emperor" really an honor?Is it really faith to be willing to sacrifice your life for this "stinky island"?

In some moments, Prairis even blurred these familiar definitions.

.......too narrow.

Prairis suddenly thought of a sentence from later generations: "Life is precious, and money is something outside of the body. This is a well-known truth. The pursuit of value gradually equals or even surpasses the pursuit of life itself, so since ancient times, countless people have sacrificed their lives for money."

Isn't war a fight for money?

In a war, thousands of lives are lost overnight like ants.

Does it make sense?

Right or wrong, it seems to be just an obituary after the fact, high-sounding, but useless.

So when Kuribayashi shouted "Long Live the Heaven/Emperor." But he smiled wryly.

Prairie knew the script had worked.

Closed the script.

Went to the window and said nothing for a long time.

Ten days later, Alice Yamashita sent a fully translated Japanese script.

Prairis sent the Japanese script to the actors after handing it over to another translator for review.

Shenmu, who has been tortured by an English teacher for more than a week, was moved to tears when he received the script.

Prairie bought a plane ticket back to England.

At this time, the filming of "Letters from Iwo Jima" was only a few months away, and she still hadn't figured out what lens to use for the film.

London, The Cranberries concert.

Prairis stood among the crowd in a jacket.

At this time, Dorothy, the lead singer of the Cranberries, was still alive, wearing her favorite black dress, holding a microphone and singing "Zombie".

Dorothy sings over and over again: "When the atrocities cause deathly silence, we're all the culprits, and the people are killing each other, with their tank bombs, steel guns, brass guns, we're all the culprits, People are like walking dead..."

We are all murderers, and we are all to blame.

As an Englishman from "Northern Ireland", she couldn't understand the emotion that this sentence wanted to express.

On October 1899, 10, the Boer War, in order to support the Boers against the British in Ireland, tens of thousands of Irish righteous soldiers joined the Boer Army and killed each other with the Irish in the British Army. On April 11, the "Easter Uprising" in Dublin April On the 4th, the uprising was suppressed by the British army. Hundreds of people were arrested, and almost all the leaders of the uprising were killed. The British army even buried two mines in a trash can, killing two children.

Great Britain, Ireland.

The Belfast Peace Wall in Northern Ireland is still like a thorn in the hearts of the people.

The Trouble era, the Boer War, the Belfast Peace Wall...

Human beings repeatedly make stupid mistakes for so-called "interests".

Everyone is a hangman.

Without exception.

On the stage, Dorothy opened her arms and said "Zombie" like a question hitting a rock.

Hard, fragile, stubborn.

It almost brought tears to Prairis' eyes.

The flash hit Dorothy's slender fingertips, like the most devout light of Jesus.

Almost at that moment, Prairis suddenly realized.

I understood what kind of movie she was going to do.

Understand what kind of person she wants to be.

At the end of the concert, it began to rain.

Prairius bought a transparent raincoat from a peddler and squeezed his way through the crowd.

Went to the post box on the corner and bought envelopes.

Borrowing the pen and paper from the owner of the post booth, he leaned against the pillar that was still dripping with rain and began to write.

It was a little rainy the day Dorothy received the letter.

Just after the concert in London, Dorothy took off her make-up, put on a mask, and walked out of the stage slowly.

The concert was a great success, and the other members of the orchestra went to the bar to celebrate, but Dorothy did not go with them because she was not feeling well.

Dorothy didn't have an umbrella, so she simply sat on the steps and listened to the sound of the rain.

As she listened to the continuous drizzle, Yeats' poems suddenly came to her mind.

"I'm going to get up and go, to Innisfree,

Build a small hut there, plaster the walls with mud;

I'll raise a hive of bees and plant nine rows of beans,

Alone in the woods and meadows where the bees are buzzing. "

Smiling to herself, Dorothy propped up her chin with her hands.

A letter simmering with white camellias stands in the corner.

It read "To Mrs. Dorothy Marie Irene O'Riordan".

Dorothy has not received paper letters for a long time since the advent of mobile phones and computers.

Raising her eyebrows with interest, Dorothy picked up the envelope in the corner.

The words are elegantly written, different from the blunt printing, and even a playful circle is drawn at the last letter.

Dorothy took down the camellias.

It seems that it has just been cut from the branches, and it still has a little fragrance.

Dorothy put the camellias in her breast pocket.

Open the envelope.

There are four words written inside.

"Dying inthesun"

Like thunder, piercing into the heart.

Seems like fate.

Dorothy thought, she seemed to think of the name of the next song.