[US Entertainment] Best Director

Los Angeles.

Lu Yan opened the mailbox.

Surprisingly, the usually empty mailbox is now full of mail.

Lu Yan picked up one casually.

After hesitating for a long time, I still opened it.

Inside the envelope is a DVD.

"City Full of Golden Armor".

The director is Zhang Yimou.

Lu Yan had heard of this film, and even when the film was just released, she received a call from China, asking her to help "make some arrangements".

As the first lifetime Oscar judge in China, Lu Yan has received countless requests like this during her sojourn in the United States.

Think for a long time.

Lu Yan carried all the mail in the mailbox to the living room.

He didn't open "City with Golden Armor" directly, but picked up the emails on the side and read them one by one.

One of the emails from DreamWorks caught Lu Yan's attention.

Cowhide textured envelope, DVD with watermark, unexpectedly exquisite album.

The smooth and elegant curlicue signature on the album immediately attracted Lu Yan's attention.

"Pryris Crander."

Lu Yan read aloud unconsciously.

It seems a little familiar.

Lu Yan put down the other letterheads in her hand and opened the album.

Inside the album are screenshots of some videos.

Lu Yan flipped through the pages, and soon reached the last page.

It's a decent movie.

At least in terms of photography quite some attainments.

Lu Yan opened the DVD.

After hesitating for a long time between "City Full of Golden Armor" and this "Letter from Iwo Jima", Lu Yan finally decided to read this "Letter from Iwo Jima" first.

This is a war movie.

But it seems that the director deliberately strengthened the rendering in terms of humanities.

——This is Lu Yan's first impression of Letters from Iwo Jima.

But as time goes by, the cold and deep lights are gradually wrapped in warm colors, like a beam of powerful light passing through the cold sky on the coast of Alaska, Lu Yan actually feels a little bit of touch from this "beam of light" .

Soft.

hard.

The movie is at the end.

In the center of the screen, the rolling cast and crew list is like an abrupt farewell, silence, and nostalgia.

Lu Yan put down the teacup and walked to the window.

Eye sockets reddish.

She has been through war.

I also once hated Japan.

But now she was starting to get confused.

Are people really at fault?

Those hateful Japanese actually have feelings too.

As Shimizu said: I thought Americans were timid, but when I read that letter, I realized that his mother was no different from mine.

Same command, same worry.

Who is at fault?

She can't describe this movie.

Because there is so much to express in this movie.

Even every detail is touched very little.

This is a war we know we will lose.

This is a cruel and painful "Babel".

We doubt each other, we kill each other.

In this battle called "justice", we are all turned into a murderous dagger.

Think for a long time.

Lu Yan turned on the computer, squinted her eyes, and typed slowly.

At the age of 80 this year, her eyes are not as good as before.

Clicking on the Google interface of Prairie Clander, Lu Yan was surprised to find that this was a 19-year-old British girl.

19 years old!Make a movie like this!

Lu Yan couldn't believe it!

Oscar ballots are sitting on the table at this time.

After a long time, Lu Yan picked up the pen.

Tremblingly, another name was solemnly written under the written name of Martin Scorsese.

Prairie Clander.

****

Spielberg invited Prairius to watch the casting for Raiders of the Lost Ark 4 .

Except for the actor Harry Senford who remains unchanged, several other actors have to be re-selected.

Prior to the casting meeting, Prairie went to the editorial department of "Time Magazine", and the editor-in-chief Jenny intended to do an exclusive interview for her.

After answering some questions one after another, Jenny sent Prairis to the door.

It was raining lightly.

"Need me to take you?" Jenny asked.

"No, I've brought an umbrella." Prairis raised the umbrella in his hand.

Jenny nodded, "Then I'll go back to work, see you later."

"See you."

Prairis watched Jenny walk into the elevator.

Push open the glass door.

Open the umbrella.

Prairie walks the streets of Los Angeles.

Unlike the continuous rain in the UK all year round, the rain in Los Angeles is particularly torrential.

The raindrops fell on the umbrella leaves, making a "tick, tick, tick" sound.

Before taking two steps, some raindrops soaked into the shoes.

Prairis stood on the side of the road waiting for a taxi.

A man in a black raincoat rode over from the other side of the road on a mountain bike.

In the heavy rain when no one is there, the small mountain bike is particularly conspicuous.

For some reason, Prairis felt somewhat familiar.

The man in black seemed to be stunned for a moment, and the mountain bike visibly stopped for a second before moving on.

Stopped in front of Prairis.

Under Prairis' weird gaze, the man in the black mask looked around furtively, and then carefully tore open a seam of the mask.

"Hi."

.......

Familiar voice.

familiar hobbies.

Familiar.......cute paparazzi dress.

Prairis suddenly had a bold guess.

But she dared not speak out.

After hesitating for a long time, he said hesitantly, "Hi...do you recognize me?"

The man in black in front of him raised his eyebrows, as if he was very dissatisfied that Prairis didn't recognize him, took out his mobile phone and put it in front of Prairis.

"Perhaps you know him?"

On the screen, "Jack" who fascinated thousands of girls smiled brightly.

Prairis compared up and down, trying his best to overlap the face of the man in front of him so that only a slit could be seen with the beautiful boy on the screen.

"...Leonardo????"

Under Praris' questioning tone, Leonardo let out a satisfied "hum" and opened the mask.

Evoked a self-confessed evil smile.

"That's right, it's me. Even if you imitate it, you can't match the beauty of the prosperous age."

"......"

Prairis suddenly felt that sometimes it is not a good thing to be right, especially when it is found that the idol is stupid and sweet.