[US Entertainment] Best Director

The movie ends.

Long time no word.

After a long time, after lighting a cigarette, Ajani turned on the computer.

When I opened IMDB, I found that the director's profile was extremely clean, and he had only made two movies and one TV series.

After thinking for a moment, Adjani clicked on another movie, "Doctor Who: The Runaway Bride".

Adjani has heard of "Doctor Who", and her youngest son Gabriel clamored to watch it a few days ago.

Breathing out the smoke ring, Adjani looked at the screen.

It wasn't until the sparks burned to the fingertips that it was wiped out belatedly.

Stand up.

Although it is not as amazing as "Letters from Iwo Jima", it is undeniable that this is still an excellent commercial film, and there are even a few philosophical elements, which are enough to prove the director's ambition.

Walked to the table and poured a glass of vodka.

Taking a sip, he put the glass back on the table.

Adjani then clicked on the next one, "Fingering Love".

Adjani doesn't remember how she finished watching this movie, but only remembers that her palms were slightly wet at the moment after watching it.

Adjani couldn't describe her current mood, it seemed to be throbbing, and it seemed to be bitter.

Like a flash back to his youth, Lewis smiled at her in the bright sunlight, like the sun.

A cigarette was lit.

Smoked without saying a word.

Turned on the phone and dialed the number of an old friend.

"Hi Luc, I hear you're looking for a director for your new film?"

**

It was early in the morning when Prairius received the call from Luc Besson.

After receiving the call, he hurried to the Saint-Denis district in the northern suburbs of Paris.

Luc Besson is leaning back in his chair and drinking coffee.

Seeing Praris, he waved kindly.

Prairis sat across from Luc Besson.

The assistant also handed her a cup of coffee.

"Try it." Luc Besson said with a smile while holding the coffee cup.

Prairie nodded.

He picked up the coffee spoon, stirred it, and took a sip.

The mellow coffee aroma filled the mouth in an instant.

"How?" asked Luc Besson.

"Fine." Prairie nodded.

Look across the table to Luc Besson.

Half-white hair, deep and wise eyes, without exception, reveal the identity of the man in front of him.

While Prairis was looking at Luc Besson, Luc Besson was also looking at Prairis.

Unlike the long-haired girl in Adjani's mouth, the one in front of her has short blond hair, which looks very much like Leonardo when he was young.

Luc Besson raised the corner of his lips.

Pushed the document on the desk to Prairis.

He raised his chin and looked at the blonde girl in front of him.

asked curiously.

"How did you meet Ajani?"

"Ajani? Ms. Isabel Adjani?" Prairis raised his eyebrows.

"kindness."

Although I don't know why Luc Besson mentioned Adjani, Preris still answered truthfully, "I met you in the supermarket yesterday."

"Yesterday?"

Prairie nodded.

Luc Besson was a little surprised.

As far as he knew, Adjani didn't seem to be the one who would hit it off with someone.

But Prairis's answer proves this point beyond doubt.

Luc Besson looked up and down the girl in front of him.

The half-parted blond hair shines golden in the sun, and the dark gray suit is elegant and decent. Apart from a bit of Leonardo's shadow, it also seems to be somewhat similar to Lewis in his youth? ? ? ?

Luc Besson suddenly felt that he was the truth.

In just a few seconds, it was as if a hundred episodes of a series had been made up in my mind.

Luc Besson, who had completed the whole process in his brain, even carried a bit of pampering towards the juniors in his tone.

"This is a new movie prepared by my company, maybe you can consider it?"

Prairius opened the file.

title page.

It reads brightly - "Sagan".

Pryris hasn't seen the movie, but the name suggests it's a melancholy, lonely, stubborn movie.

Preris returned to the apartment with the script and promised Luc Besson to give him an answer within three days.

Read the script.

Prairie went out on the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

The cigarettes are bought from the small shop under the apartment.

But the addiction to cigarettes was relapsed a few days ago.

At first it was a sip, but later it became a stick and a pack.

Finish one.

Prairie leaned on the balcony.

There are dots of stars in front of you.

There is no doubt that this is an excellent script.

The film chronicles the life of Sagan, a French female writer in the last century, a down-and-out life behind the scenery.

She is proud and lonely.

She is self-respecting and dissolute.

She herself chose a path of debauchery.

She took drugs, and openly admitted to it.

She is not at all restrained in spending money, and often spends a lot of money on things that are of no use.

She writes, racks her brains, to make up for financial holes.

She has a bad temper, can't listen to criticism from others, and is very willful.

She is sincere and hypocritical.

Extreme conceit, and extreme cowardice.

—like Flaubert's Madame Bovary.

Her life has been stuck at the age of 18. Even after going through two marriages and having children, she still maintains a vision that is not familiar with the world.

She is afraid of loneliness, and she grabs every friend around her by paying generously for her friends and pleasing them.Even she forced herself to write all the time just to support her friend's family.

She is completely defenseless to her friends. She keeps a porcelain jar at home with banknotes in it for her friends to take.

She was blinded by the compliments and flattery of her "friends", trusting them wholeheartedly, she couldn't tell who was really good for her and who approached her for her own purpose.

And the so-called friends only have her money in their eyes.When she was old and could no longer extract money, Astrid abandoned her without looking back, leaving her alone with the old maid, sitting on the sofa all day, staring out the window blankly, counting on someone One day a friend will come over.

Sensitive, fragile, stubborn.

Under the withered body, it was like a doomed tragedy.

None of the high-spiritedness of youth.

She used money to fight fate, but she was defeated without a doubt.

Only loneliness is destiny.

Do not know why.

Prairis actually thought of himself.

—even if she is not at all like Sagan.

But it seems to be the same again.

Because she is also so afraid of being alone.

The next morning.

Prairis rubbed his stiff shoulders.

Go back to the room and pick up the phone.

"Mr. Luc Besson. Sagan, I'll take it."