[US Entertainment] Best Director

In the office, George, who was planning to inform Prairis to come to the crew tomorrow, received a call from the BBC.

"what?"

"Wallis' nephew?"

"But…"

"Ok."

hang up the phone.

Frowning, looking at the edited email.

The chief director's nephew asked for the position, and he always wanted him to save face.

Delete edited text.

Sighed.

The girl named Prairis was still a little out of luck.

It is a pity.

He thought he'd have to explain it to her himself.

Called.

Connect soon.

"Hi, George."

Prairis's voice on the other end of the phone was sunny and bright, making George suddenly a little ashamed.

George hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and said.

"Miss Clanton, I'm sorry, but you were not hired."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and it took a long time before I spoke.

"Can I know why?"

Now it was George's turn to be quiet.

Prairis, who has been in Hollywood for many years, has vaguely understood at this time.

"Is it because of some non-subjective factors?"

George frowned and said for a long time, "I'm sorry, Miss Clanton."

She understood George.But she disagrees.

After pondering for a long time, Prairis still spit out these three words.

"It's ok."

"You are a young man with great potential."

George said.

"I hope you don't give up because of this failure. Your future is in a further direction."

That's easy to say.

Prairie smiled wryly.

It's a bit chilly in London at night.

It seemed that the white mist sprayed onto the phone screen could be seen.

We talked a few more words.

Hang up the phone politely.

Looking at the little waves on the river, Prairis suddenly thought of the coast of Santa Monica in his previous life.

About the same amount of water in London as in Hollywood.

Tears of the loser poured into his eyes.

involuntarily.

Prairie took off his shoes.Climb the railing.

The cool wind passed by the ear, rustling whispers.

She stretched out her hand, wanting to embrace the moonlight shining on the river.

A gust of wind suddenly came from behind.

A man in a black hoodie and a mask strode up behind Prairis.

A hand grabbed Prairie's arm.

Prairis felt a chill in his heart.

Although she knew that the law and order in London was unspeakable and that robberies often occurred, she never connected the robbery with herself.

Prairis's mind was blank, he was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted.

Desperately shake off the man's hand.

Unexpectedly, the man grabbed her hat with his other hand.

Prairis kicked it out in a hurry, completely forgetting that she was sitting on the railing now.

So, he slipped and fell down.

This is the third day of her rebirth.

Could it be possible to die again?

Prairis asked the sky speechlessly.

I just wanted to close my eyes and start over again, but found that I did not fall as expected, but was suspended on the bridge in a perfect 60-degree posture.

The Robber Man grabbed the hood of her hoodie....

The tightness of the sweater was pulled to the extreme......

She feels like she's being strangled...

The robber man grabbed her by the collar and squeezed hard.

Prairius landed safely.

She rubbed her scarred neck and looked angrily at the robber man in front of her.

I saw the robber man wearing a black sweater, a black mask and a... green peaked cap.

The taste is quite special.

The robber man squatted down under Praris' strange gaze.

"I don't have any money." Preris preempted.

The robber man was expressionless.Stare at Prairieth.

Prairis just lied down on the ground.

The robber man gave Prairis a meaningful look.

He took out twenty pounds from his pocket and put it in Prairie's hand.

Turn away.

Prairie was a little confused.

Lying on the bridge in the cold wind with twenty pounds from the robber man in the green hat.

She suddenly felt...

She seems to touch porcelain.

****

Prairie went to apply for a job in New World.

Not surprisingly, he was rejected again due to his lack of qualifications.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when I finished my job application. I suddenly thought that there seemed to be a class today, so I hurried back to school.

On the podium, the famous British director Mike Newell was talking about whether commercial films and cultural core can coexist.

Prairis slipped in quietly through the back door.

Find a corner seat.

Mike Newell was chatting about his latest film, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

"Like the house-elves in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, they are slaves who must obey their master's orders unconditionally. House-elves are not educated and therefore do not argue and do not think for themselves. They have been the free labor of wealthy wizarding families, treated well or poorly only by the kindness of their masters."

"Hermione finds this practice despicable, so she has fought tirelessly to free the oppressed house-elves. The enslavement of house-elves. Alluding to Voldemort's enslavement of wizards, good and evil.

Dumbledore's fight against the enslavement of wizards is actually very much the same as Hermione's fight against the slavery of house-elves, so we've always maintained our opposition on a commercial basis, both broadly and narrowly. The cultural theme of slavery. "

"Business is just a means of communication, and culture is the connotation of the film. This is my idea."

"SO, is there a classmate who would like to share his thoughts with us next?" Mike Newell blinked.

The classroom was silent.

Mike Newell scratched his head.

"Hey, can you save me?"

There was laughter in the classroom.

Still no one stood up.

Mike Newell scanned the classroom.Finally, he locked his eyes on Prairis in the corner.

"That blonde girl in the corner."

Prairis froze for a moment, and looked around, and it seemed that he was the only one with blond hair.

Pointing to himself hesitantly.

"That's right, you." Mike Newell waved his hand.

"Comeon, speak your mind."

Prairis was a little dazed, and slowly stood up, looking at Mike Newell on the podium.

Prairis's impression of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" stayed seven years ago, when she was in Hollywood.

I just remember that this movie was shot well, but as for the core of the movie, I have long forgotten it.

I was stunned for a moment, and said, "Can you use other movies as examples?"

"Of course." Mike Newell nodded.

The cultural core of commercial films.

Almost without thinking, Prairis blurted out, "I want to use "BJ's Diary" to talk about this issue."

"'BJ's Diary' is a comedy, a rare comedy film shot from a female perspective."

"When ordinary people watch this movie, they will only say——

Oh, poor little Bridget.

This movie is kind of fun.

This movie is very chick on point. "

"But I think so. No.

This movie isn't just a chick comedy flick.

This movie has a core and something worth thinking about.

Do you think Bridget is just an ordinary 32-year-old unmarried lady desperate for love?

No, she is the epitome of our real-life women.It shows that more and more economically independent women are looking forward to and fearing "freedom".

Do you think Darcy or Daniel is a matter of individual choice?

No, Daniel is all our young and frivolous, and Darcy is what all women expect and fear from their future husbands.

There is no pure Darcy, and no pure Daniel.

Only editors and directors have their views and thoughts on feminist consciousness.

Fragile Bridget.Stubborn Bridget.In fact, it is only a certain moment in the development of women's rights. "

"This is what "BJ's Diary" wants to express. And judging from the box office, the effect is still good."

Mike Newell came here at the behest of his old friend David Tennant.

Tennant sent him a private message on Facebook, saying that there was a very nice girl in the directing department of the London Film Academy.I hope he can support and support.

But he didn't leave the name of the girl he wanted to support.

Mike Newell asked curiously, but Tennant just said, "You'll know when you go. The prettiest one."

His curiosity was aroused even more.

It can be said that Mike Newell went today for the purpose of watching "Look at Pretty Girls".

His new movie is still a flower bottle away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he was in class, he looked around and saw nothing amazing at all. Mike Newell was very disappointed. At that time, he had the heart to send Tennant the blade.

But it's all here, so I have to finish talking.

In the middle of the lecture, a latecomer came from the back of the classroom.

It's quite self-conscious.sat in the corner.

No one answered when asking questions, so I clicked on the late answer in the corner.

stood up late.

Mike Newell was taken aback.

Blonde hair, red lips, hazy gray-blue eyes, like mist that cannot be dispersed in winter...

mmp, this is the vase he was looking for!

Tennant does not lie to me!

Before he got excited.

The No. [-] vase in his heart, Preris, said, "Can you use other movies as examples?"

can can can!Of course!You look good, you can lift anything you want!

Mike Newell cried out in his heart.

But he is still very shy and reserved on the surface.

Nodding subtly, "Of course."

Then, the No. [-] vase, Preris, began to speak incessantly.

Mike Newell's heart ached when No. [-] Vase Preris finished speaking.

With such an idea, would you be willing to be his vase?

Mike Newell expressed that he was very stuffy.