[US Entertainment] Best Director
Chapter 32
The box office came out on the first day.
The box office of "Letters from Iwo Jima" is not very high, only ranking seventh among all films.
6w on the first day.
But surprisingly.
Letters from Iwo Jima received excellent reviews.
Even on IMDB, it has reached a high score of 9.7.
Among them, a comment from a netizen named Haruki Murakami is particularly eye-catching.
"The trumpet wakes up a distant dream."
There were just a few dozen comments, but they were topped in the headlines within a few hours of posting.
There is no other reason.
Just because his name is Haruki Murakami.
Haruki Murakami.
The days waiting for the nominations were restless.
Despite his confidence in his work, Pryreth remained restless and idle.
I had to go to the theater with a mask on.
Probably due to the good reputation, the box office of "Letters from Iwo Jima" has picked up, and even has a faint tendency to occupy the first place.
Prairis bought a cup of coffee and sat on the sofa in the theater.
Surrounded by moviegoers coming and going.
Most of them chose "Letters from Iwo Jima".
A girl with a mask walked in.
The long black hair was randomly tied into a ponytail and tied behind the head.
Prairie suddenly felt a little familiar.
But I just can't remember who it was.
It wasn't until the moment when the mask was lifted that Prairis remembered it.
Rinko Kikuchi.
Later generations of Japan's most prestigious actress.
But at this time, the "Babel Tower" she participated in has not yet been released, and she is just a second-tier model.
Rinko Kikuchi asked for a ticket for Letters from Iwo Jima.
Leaning against the pillar, waiting for the opening.
Prairie walked over.
He took the initiative to say hello.
"Hi."
Rinko Kikuchi froze for a moment, looked around and pointed at herself hesitantly.
"I?"
"Yes." Prairie nodded with a smile.
"You know me?" Kikuchi Rinko was a little puzzled.
"I've seen your pictorial." Prairie said.
But unexpectedly, Rinko Kikuchi turned cold.
Turn around and put on your headphones.
Prairis was a little dazed, and suddenly remembered a piece of news about Rinko Kikuchi that he saw in the previous life.
When Rinko Kikuchi first debuted, she was attacked by black fans because of her appearance, so she kept silent about her previous modeling career.
Rinko Kikuchi turned on the headphones loudly, as if she didn't want to talk to her.
She was very much like her who refused any communication and social interaction in her previous life.
Preris froze for a moment.
There was a moment of silence.
Turn away.
Four days later, the nominations were released.
"Letters from Iwo Jima" was nominated for three awards, including Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Actor.
Prairie let out a sigh of relief.
After hesitating for a long time, I called Jean-Pierre Jeunet.
Connect soon.
On the other end of the phone, Jean-Pierre Jeunet's voice was calm, "Hi, Preris, what can I do for you?"
"The nominations are out, and I want to thank you," Prairie said.
"You're welcome, I didn't do anything, you deserve everything," Jean-Pierre Jeunet said.
But for some reason, she felt depressed.
Before I could think about it, it was the day of the awards.
Prairis walked on the red carpet in a gray dress with Yuki Nae, the only actress in the film.
In the blink of a flash, Prairis sat down in his seat.
Beside them are the cast and crew of the crew.
Ryunosuke Kamiki was a little nervous, even thin sweat broke out from his forehead.
Pryris told him a joke reassuringly.
Ryunosuke Kamiki was obviously not so nervous after laughing.
He looked at Prairis curiously, "Is the director not nervous at all?"
"Of course nervous."
"It's just not showing it," Prairis said.
The awards ceremony of the Tokyo Film Festival kicked off soon.
Since the Tokyo Film Festival has very few awards, it soon came to the first award nominated for "Letters from Iwo Jima" - Best Actor.
Both Shenmu and Ken Watanabe were nominated this time.
The award presenters dressed in red stepped onto the stage.
Praris could see the two people beside him clenched their fists.
The award presenter slowly opened the envelope and read out the name.
It's Ken Watanabe.
Praris could clearly feel that the young man beside him lost his arrogance in an instant, like a pickled green shoot after a torrential rain.
Praris suddenly didn't know how to comfort him.
Because she couldn't understand his mood at this moment.
In her previous life, she had experienced too many such disappointments.
But it's okay to be disappointed.
Soon came the second nominated award - Best Director.
Like all Asian film festivals, the Tokyo Film Festival has a common problem, that is, it likes to level the bowl of water. For big awards, it always likes to divide watermelons equally among all nominated works, so as not to dominate one family.
Therefore, when the best director was not awarded to Prairis, Prairis did not fluctuate much.
Because it means that she is one step closer to the Tokyo Film Festival Golden Unicorn, which is the best film in the main competition unit.
Jean-Pierre Jeunet opened the envelope.
as predicted.
"Letters from Iwo Jima by Pryris Crander."
On the quietest afternoon in Japan, he read excitedly.
Like a meteorite, it fell into the endless spring water.
All eyes.
Prairie stood up smiling.
to the stage.
Received the trophy after hugging Jean-Pierre Jeunet.
This is the trophy she won after more than [-] years of hard work.
It was not as hot as imagined, but rather cold.
Look downstage.
The crowd is like an endless whirlpool.
Prairis suddenly felt that, in fact, all this was not as happy as imagined.
Every move is like an instrument with a fixed program.
Rigid, numb.
Suddenly her mind went blank.
It was not until Jean-Pierre Jeunet coughed that Preris woke up from the trance.
I forgot all the acceptance speeches I had prepared before.
I had no choice but to improvise nonsense:
"This is the first category A competitive international film festival award recognized by the International Film Producers Association in my life.
I am very happy.Also very excited.
I would like to thank Mr. Spielberg, thank you for giving me this opportunity, and also thank the teachers of the jury, thank you for your recognition, and also thank our actors, and those who have helped me on my career path people.thank you all. "
Moderate words of thanks.
Nothing new.
The flashing lights one by one, like many fleeting meteors, fell on the stage called "Awards Ceremony".
Prairie walked off the stage with the trophy in hand.
Only the god tree beside her was visible, and the hand of the blonde girl holding the trophy was pale and fragile.
The box office of "Letters from Iwo Jima" is not very high, only ranking seventh among all films.
6w on the first day.
But surprisingly.
Letters from Iwo Jima received excellent reviews.
Even on IMDB, it has reached a high score of 9.7.
Among them, a comment from a netizen named Haruki Murakami is particularly eye-catching.
"The trumpet wakes up a distant dream."
There were just a few dozen comments, but they were topped in the headlines within a few hours of posting.
There is no other reason.
Just because his name is Haruki Murakami.
Haruki Murakami.
The days waiting for the nominations were restless.
Despite his confidence in his work, Pryreth remained restless and idle.
I had to go to the theater with a mask on.
Probably due to the good reputation, the box office of "Letters from Iwo Jima" has picked up, and even has a faint tendency to occupy the first place.
Prairis bought a cup of coffee and sat on the sofa in the theater.
Surrounded by moviegoers coming and going.
Most of them chose "Letters from Iwo Jima".
A girl with a mask walked in.
The long black hair was randomly tied into a ponytail and tied behind the head.
Prairie suddenly felt a little familiar.
But I just can't remember who it was.
It wasn't until the moment when the mask was lifted that Prairis remembered it.
Rinko Kikuchi.
Later generations of Japan's most prestigious actress.
But at this time, the "Babel Tower" she participated in has not yet been released, and she is just a second-tier model.
Rinko Kikuchi asked for a ticket for Letters from Iwo Jima.
Leaning against the pillar, waiting for the opening.
Prairie walked over.
He took the initiative to say hello.
"Hi."
Rinko Kikuchi froze for a moment, looked around and pointed at herself hesitantly.
"I?"
"Yes." Prairie nodded with a smile.
"You know me?" Kikuchi Rinko was a little puzzled.
"I've seen your pictorial." Prairie said.
But unexpectedly, Rinko Kikuchi turned cold.
Turn around and put on your headphones.
Prairis was a little dazed, and suddenly remembered a piece of news about Rinko Kikuchi that he saw in the previous life.
When Rinko Kikuchi first debuted, she was attacked by black fans because of her appearance, so she kept silent about her previous modeling career.
Rinko Kikuchi turned on the headphones loudly, as if she didn't want to talk to her.
She was very much like her who refused any communication and social interaction in her previous life.
Preris froze for a moment.
There was a moment of silence.
Turn away.
Four days later, the nominations were released.
"Letters from Iwo Jima" was nominated for three awards, including Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Actor.
Prairie let out a sigh of relief.
After hesitating for a long time, I called Jean-Pierre Jeunet.
Connect soon.
On the other end of the phone, Jean-Pierre Jeunet's voice was calm, "Hi, Preris, what can I do for you?"
"The nominations are out, and I want to thank you," Prairie said.
"You're welcome, I didn't do anything, you deserve everything," Jean-Pierre Jeunet said.
But for some reason, she felt depressed.
Before I could think about it, it was the day of the awards.
Prairis walked on the red carpet in a gray dress with Yuki Nae, the only actress in the film.
In the blink of a flash, Prairis sat down in his seat.
Beside them are the cast and crew of the crew.
Ryunosuke Kamiki was a little nervous, even thin sweat broke out from his forehead.
Pryris told him a joke reassuringly.
Ryunosuke Kamiki was obviously not so nervous after laughing.
He looked at Prairis curiously, "Is the director not nervous at all?"
"Of course nervous."
"It's just not showing it," Prairis said.
The awards ceremony of the Tokyo Film Festival kicked off soon.
Since the Tokyo Film Festival has very few awards, it soon came to the first award nominated for "Letters from Iwo Jima" - Best Actor.
Both Shenmu and Ken Watanabe were nominated this time.
The award presenters dressed in red stepped onto the stage.
Praris could see the two people beside him clenched their fists.
The award presenter slowly opened the envelope and read out the name.
It's Ken Watanabe.
Praris could clearly feel that the young man beside him lost his arrogance in an instant, like a pickled green shoot after a torrential rain.
Praris suddenly didn't know how to comfort him.
Because she couldn't understand his mood at this moment.
In her previous life, she had experienced too many such disappointments.
But it's okay to be disappointed.
Soon came the second nominated award - Best Director.
Like all Asian film festivals, the Tokyo Film Festival has a common problem, that is, it likes to level the bowl of water. For big awards, it always likes to divide watermelons equally among all nominated works, so as not to dominate one family.
Therefore, when the best director was not awarded to Prairis, Prairis did not fluctuate much.
Because it means that she is one step closer to the Tokyo Film Festival Golden Unicorn, which is the best film in the main competition unit.
Jean-Pierre Jeunet opened the envelope.
as predicted.
"Letters from Iwo Jima by Pryris Crander."
On the quietest afternoon in Japan, he read excitedly.
Like a meteorite, it fell into the endless spring water.
All eyes.
Prairie stood up smiling.
to the stage.
Received the trophy after hugging Jean-Pierre Jeunet.
This is the trophy she won after more than [-] years of hard work.
It was not as hot as imagined, but rather cold.
Look downstage.
The crowd is like an endless whirlpool.
Prairis suddenly felt that, in fact, all this was not as happy as imagined.
Every move is like an instrument with a fixed program.
Rigid, numb.
Suddenly her mind went blank.
It was not until Jean-Pierre Jeunet coughed that Preris woke up from the trance.
I forgot all the acceptance speeches I had prepared before.
I had no choice but to improvise nonsense:
"This is the first category A competitive international film festival award recognized by the International Film Producers Association in my life.
I am very happy.Also very excited.
I would like to thank Mr. Spielberg, thank you for giving me this opportunity, and also thank the teachers of the jury, thank you for your recognition, and also thank our actors, and those who have helped me on my career path people.thank you all. "
Moderate words of thanks.
Nothing new.
The flashing lights one by one, like many fleeting meteors, fell on the stage called "Awards Ceremony".
Prairie walked off the stage with the trophy in hand.
Only the god tree beside her was visible, and the hand of the blonde girl holding the trophy was pale and fragile.
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