[US Entertainment] Best Director

Oscars dinner.

Prairice was very hungry.

Grab a hamburger and start eating.

After eating the hamburger, the messy head calmed down.

Looking around, those glamorous stars in front of the camera have all given up their image at this moment and buried themselves in hard work.

Under the gaze of Prairie, the elegant and classic Helen Miller, who had just won the Best Actress award, swallowed half a hamburger in one gulp...

The waiter walked up to Prairis and asked if he wanted a turkey slice, and Prairius shook his head.

He took a glass of red wine and sat in an empty seat in the corner.

Leonardo also came over, accompanied by a man in a black suit.

"This is Director Klander," Leonardo said.

The man in the black suit looked at Prairie and raised his glass, "I'm John Hart."

Prairie nodded politely.

John Hart handed over a card.

The card read "John White. DreamWorks Producer."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at John.

Gentleman John's pursed lips "Perhaps you've heard of Revolutionary Road?"

"Road to Revolution".

Of course Pryris had.

In the previous life, this movie had a lot of troubles. First, the original director Todd Field resigned and replaced the lead actress Kate Winslet’s husband, Sam Mendes. Unable to perform due to reasons, temporarily replaced by Leonardo.

But now it seems that Sam has not become the director of the film, and even Leonardo has replaced Matt Damon in advance?

Prairie nodded hesitantly.

John smiled at Prairie "So maybe you'd like to direct this movie?"

Directing "Revolutionary Road"?

Prairie never thought about it.

First of all, this is an Olympic film.

Secondly, this is different from the fierce and eccentric that Pryris has always liked. It is a movie full of "American literature and art" from the subject matter to the conception.

Prairis does not want to go to the Olympics again in a short time, and he is not sure that he can grasp the essence of "American literature and art", even though he has already filmed "Letters from Iwo Jima".

After hesitating for a long time, Prairis chose to refuse.

John was a little surprised, but still nodded and turned to leave.

"You turned down an Oscar opportunity," Leonardo said.

Prairis raised his eyebrows, but didn't say no.

Leonardo took the wine glass and walked across to Preris.

"Is there a better script?" Leonardo asked.

"No."

"Then why refuse?"

"American literature and art are not for me."

"But your "Letter from Iwo Jima" doesn't indicate that." Leonardo raised his eyebrows.

Prairis smiled without saying a word, and took a sip of red wine.

He raised his chin and looked at Leonardo in a suit and leather shoes across the table.

"What do you think is a movie?"

Leonardo replied without thinking, "Audio-visual art."

Pryreth laughed and said, "Look. That's why I'm not a good fit for American literature."

Leonardo raised an eyebrow.

Pryris continued, "In Hollywood, the way you tell a story is the plot, the plot plus the plot. You advocate new technology and respect the 'integration of visual effects', just like your American dramas. A good screenwriter determines everything. A director is like a dispensable puppet, although he can direct, but there are very few special features, all directors seem to be imprisoned in a cage called 'audio-visual'."

Priris looked at Leonardo with a smile.

"I'm not a person who follows the rules, but I don't have the courage to 'fuck the judges' like Quentin. Therefore, Hollywood movies, at least at this stage, are not suitable for me."

Leonardo was silent for a while, curling the corners of his lips.

"You look a bit like Woody Allen."

"kindness?"

Leonardo took a sip of red wine.

"So, your next film is a European philosophical film?"

"Maybe," Prairis replied.

"I wish you success." Leonardo raised his glass.

"Thank you."

**

As soon as the news came out the next day, "Letters from Iwo Jima" won the Oscar for Best Picture, setting off huge waves in both the United Kingdom and the United States.

All kinds of praises flocked in at once.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Prairie, because at this time she has just left Hollywood and came to a strange land-Paris.

Randomly found a small theater on the streets of Paris.

What is being shown in the theater is "La Vie en Rose" starring French rose Marion Cotillard.

At this point the movie has been shown for a long time.

Quietly picked a corner seat and sat down.

Preris does not know French, but this does not prevent her from appreciating the film itself. This is also the unique charm of French "art films" - no need for a plot, it all depends on the light and shadow atmosphere and the superb acting skills of the actors.

At the end of the film, Prairis left the theater wearing a mask.

There was some light rain outside, pattering down on the old blue stone bricks.

I simply walked to the coffee shop next to the theater, bought a cup of coffee, and stayed for a while.

Cafes in Paris seem to have inherited the city's loveliness and romance.

The classic and exquisite decoration almost brings Prairis into a strange world.

The small white porcelain teacup looks more elegant when placed on the black solid wood table.

Take a sip, and the bitterness and aroma burst between your teeth in an instant.

Prairis brushed the broken hair by his ears and looked out the window.

The waiter brought another rose tied with a blue ribbon.

It seems to have just been cut from the branches, with some early morning dew.

"That gentleman sent it." The waiter spoke English with a slight accent, and pointed in the direction of the corner.

Following the pointed direction, Prairis looked towards the corner of the coffee shop.

A white-haired old man in a gray jacket raised his coffee cup to Prairis.

Even though the face is old, it does not hinder the pair of clear and clear eyes, which are spotless.

Prairis walked over with the rose.

Raise the corners of the lips.

"Hi. Monsieur Jacques Rivette."

Jacques Rivette nodded with a smile and motioned for Preris to sit down.

Preris sat down opposite Jacques Rivette.

Looking at Jacques on the opposite side.

Jacques looked at Preris too.

A long time, said Jacques.

"I've seen your "Finger's Love" and your Oscar-winning "Letters from Iwo Jima."

Prairie raised an eyebrow.

"Can I hear your review?"

"Short, too short." Jacques said without thinking.

As for Jacques, whose personality is long and slender, her point is really not enough.

"However, unexpectedly, this short and delicate style is not bad." Jacques continued.

Prairie raised an eyebrow.

"You are a director with a great sense of ritual and creative passion, very much like Claire Denis.

But your work has a more narcissistic air than Clare's.

From this point of view, neither Hollywood nor the UK is very suitable for you.

It's like Fingertips and Letters from Iwo Jima.

Although word of mouth is good, I still can't see the soul from these movies.

It can only be said to be an excellent British and Hollywood film, not the work of an excellent director Klander.

And we in France don't have those messy rules and regulations.

So, are you considering making a French film? "

Under the pure eyes of Preris, Jacques Rivett began to "seriously" poach the wall.