[US Entertainment] Best Director

After depositing the money into RayDolby's account, RayDolby handed over the first draft of the design to Prairis.

"Letters from Iwo Jima" also soon began final mixing.

In the end, the premiere of "Letters from Iwo Jima" was scheduled for the Tokyo Film Festival at the end of October.

Before the premiere, Spielberg invited Prairice to a party.

The place of the party, in Hollywood's most prestigious rich area, Billiver Hills——

In his previous life, Prairis was always watching from the outside, never thinking that one day he would be able to enter this gorgeous and splendid "sacred place".

This is a gathering of top Hollywood directors and A-level actors.

At least from the moment Prairius entered the door, he was dizzy,

"Hey Stephen, who's this little guy next to you?"

Guillermo del Toro walks over to Spielberg and Prairie, smiling, with a glass in hand.

"Pryris Klander, a kid with potential." Spielberg took a glass of wine from the waiter beside him and raised his glass.

Guillermo del Toro takes a look at Prairie.

Blonde hair and red lips, smoky gray eyes are hazy, like the perennial mist, like the one that Europeans have always liked.

"New actor? What production?" Guillermo del Toro asked.

"No, I'm not an actor." Preris blinked.

"Oh?" Guillermo del Toro took another look at Prairie.

He clicked his tongue regretfully, and said to himself, "That's really a pity—but, maybe you'd like to take part in my next movie? I'm very interested in you."

"Forget it, Gilmour." Spielberg laughed. "Who doesn't know that the investment for your next movie "Hellboy 2: The Golden Army" has not yet been settled."

Guillermo del Toro has been worrying about this for two days, but now Spielberg has put it on the surface and said, always a little embarrassed, with a red neck, "Hey, an actress Is the money still affordable?"

Guillermo del Toro raised his chin proudly, turned his head to look at Priris again, and said angrily, "Hey, girl, do you want to be my second female number? I think you are very pleasing to the eye."

Under the gaze of Guillermo del Toro, Prairius pursed his lips. "I'm honored, but I'm sorry, but I still have to decline."

Guillermo del Toro didn't seem to have thought that his invitation to be piqued would be rejected by this unknown woman, even though she was brought by Spielberg.

There are tens of thousands of beauties in Hollywood, how many of them can appear in his movies!

And this young one!Unknown girl!Turned him down!

She literally turned down the chance to soar into the sky!

Overcome!

Guillermo del Toro snorted contemptuously.

Just as Guillermo del Toro was about to leave, Spielberg said, "Gillmore, I think you'd better say hello to this lady."

Is he crazy?

He'd be crazy to say hello to an overbearing woman who just rejected him.

Guillermo del Toro walks away, glass in hand.

Spielberg looked to Prairis beside him, "He will regret it."

Prairie blinked.

Guillermo del Toro's "Pan's Labyrinth" also participated in the Oscars.

If nothing else, she will meet him again at the awards ceremony in early February.

Spielberg took Prairius to a personal meeting.

This is also the main purpose of Spielberg's trip.

The man's name was Alan Ladd II.

A famous Hollywood producer and former agent of Judy Garland, Warren Beatty, Robert Redford and other actors.

At the same time, he is also the chairman of the jury of this Tokyo Film Festival.

Alan Ladd II appears to be intrigued by the new technology in Pryreth's new film.

Repeatedly asked about the effect of Prairis's "Dolby Atmos".

"So, with this technology, we don't need to choose the middle seat when we go to the theater to watch movies from now on?"

"That's right." Prairis smiled and looked at Allen. "This technology can maximize the guarantee that every seat can get almost perfect sound quality."

"That's very interesting." Alan Ladd II touched his chin.

"However, due to the high cost, there are only two sessions for the time being," Prairis added.

"Which two sessions?"

"Premiere screenings and spot screenings."

"I can't wait, when is the premiere?"

"Tokyo Film Festival, maybe you've heard of it?" Praris blinked.

Alan Ladd II instantly understood what Spielberg meant by introducing this girl to him.

However, he was not disgusted.

After all, this is the practice in the film industry, talent and emotional intelligence are indispensable.

Allen smiled and said, "That's a coincidence, I am the chairman of this Tokyo Film Festival, maybe you can tell me the name of your film?"

"Letters from Iwo Jima, sir."

"Letters from Iwo Jima" Tokyo Film Festival premiere.

Allen came to the studio early in the morning and bought tickets for "Letters from Iwo Jima".

Unexpectedly, only a few people stood at the ticket office of Letters from Iwo Jima.

And most of them are Spielberg and Eastwood fans.

"I heard that after Eastwood refused to direct, Spielberg planned to take over, but in the end, it was replaced by a new female director who had never met, who seemed to be only 19 years old? How could DreamWorks make this film To such an inexperienced 19-year-old girl?" said a girl in front,

"Maybe this girl has some talent?" said the friend beside the girl.

"Talent? I hope. I hope it's not Sam Taylor-Johnson talent, or it's a terrible war movie," the girl said.

The girl bought a ticket and left the ticket office with her friends.

"Hello, how many seats do you want?"

Allen tugged on his mask.

"Five rows and six seats."

In order to confirm what Prairis said, "This technology can maximize the guarantee that every seat can get almost perfect sound quality." Allen deliberately chose a seat on the side.

Hope it doesn't disappoint him.

Allen took his seat.

With the appearance of the first shot.

Allen was stunned.

Jittery, fuzzy, like—handheld DV recording?

What are you doing?

Allen almost got up and left.

It's just that when he just stood up, his eyes were attracted by the rotating pictures on the screen.

The footsteps stopped in place, unable to move.

Allen stared blankly at the screen.

He couldn't describe his current mood, nor could he describe the picture he saw——

It's crazy!

Allen had hundreds of words that could describe it in his mind almost in an instant, it was cold, it was depressing, it was scorching sun and he didn't feel it at all... But there was no word that could be complete and exact The precise expression of this complex and delicate landscape.

Allen froze.

Until 69 sound sources came out at the same time in one frame, Allen swore that he felt the bullet passing through his ears!

Fast and fast.Be with you!

.......

The movie ends.

Allen stood there blankly.

There was silence in the theater.

It seems that everyone is still addicted to the oppressive and terrified dark age framed by the director.

For a long time, Allen applauded.

Immediately afterwards, there were figures standing up one after another, and bursting applause.

If someone watches carefully, they will be surprised to find out.

In the corner of the first row, a middle-aged man with thinning hair applauded desperately with tears in his eyes.

And that person is the most influential postmodernist writer in Japan, Haruki Murakami.