[US Entertainment] Best Director

In mid-April, it will be launched as scheduled.

The photographer of "Sagan" was Pierre Lhomme, the photographer of the later "Rodin's Lover".

I sent the shot and director's explanation to Pierre early in the morning, and I am doing the final adjustment on what I said before.

"What color do you want?" Pierre stroked his forehead helplessly.

"Yellow, frigid yellow," said Prairieth.

"......"

Please tell him how to shoot frigid yellow.......

Pierre has been in the industry for so many years, and he has probably met various difficult directors, but he has never seen such a strange director as Prairis.

Seeing that Pierre didn't quite understand what he meant, Prairie walked up to the camera and adjusted the parameters thoughtfully.

Juliet changed her clothes and walked to the shooting location.

This is a very low-saturation dress, the faint yellow almost blending with the cyan background.

Prairis walked over to the monitor.

With the order of the field recorder, the first shooting of today began.

Today is the scene where Sagan is in the casino.

Juliet sits in a lonely place with a cigarette in her right hand.

According to Prairis' request, the lighting engineer added an artificial light source on the right side, which made Juliet's face flickering, and even the already low-saturation yellow dress turned white directly, which is quite a thriller means.

Pierre frowned and looked at the picture in the camera, because the scene was shot, both in tone and atmosphere, were different from the previous director's explanation of Prairis.

Due to his professional ethics, Pierre instinctively wanted to obey Preris' arrangement, but the messy picture in front of him and his professionalism made him unable to remain indifferent, so he could only frown and look at the chaotic scene in front of him.

As soon as the shoot was over, Pierre walked up to Prairie's side.

Prairis is looking at the footage he just shot.

Pierre pointed to the part of the screen where Juliet's face was.

"Is there something wrong with the light here?"

Prairie didn't answer.

Instead, I opened Finalcut and directly adjusted the hue and saturation.

Unexpectedly, the original "too harsh" scene became milder in an instant.

Even with a little "sadness".

Pierre stared blankly at the screen.

On-screen, Juliet is sitting in the corner.

There is light in the distance, faintly falling.

Half light and half dark.

Under the change of color palette, this sharp pain has turned into another taste.

It has become a kind of unspoken sadness.

Pierre suddenly didn't know what to say.

For the first time, I began to look at the girl in front of me.

Nineteen or twenty years old.

Short blond hair like a boy.

The gray eyes are like a thick fog that lingers for a long time.

Pierre suddenly thought of Sagan in the film.

The same talent is different.

The same young fame.

And....same melancholy.

Pierre suddenly thought of the news he saw a few days ago.

The girl in front of her turned down the certainty of an Oscar and came to France to make such a movie with an uncertain future.

Pierre had been puzzled before.

At this time, he probably understood.

Because this female director is inherently sensitive and sad, only France can resonate!

**

The day of shooting is over.

Seeing that everyone was a little tired, I simply told them to go first, and stayed to organize the venue by myself.

Ennio sent a text message, asking if Praris could come to visit the class tomorrow.

Prairie thought about it, and agreed.

After finishing the venue, walk out the door.

It was already dark.

I simply found a restaurant at random and ordered a fire-fired omelette.

He turned on his phone and checked Twitter.

What a coincidence that Eddie posted a picture.

It is the poster of "Glorious Years" he starred in this year.

After thinking for a long time, Prairis clicked on the chat interface with Eddie.

The last message was still on the day when "Letters from Iwo Jima" won the award last time.

I thought about it.

Prairie sent a "Hi."

Eddie didn't reply for a long time.

Calculating the time, he should be filming at the moment.

Simply closed the phone.

After eating a few bites of egg rolls, I went back to the apartment.

Day two.

Ennio came to the set as scheduled.

He was wearing a brown sweater today, and his silky hair was fluffy, like a freshly baked muffin.

Prairie brought him before Juliette Binault, who played his mother Sagan.

Juliet was obviously very fond of this handsome young boy.

It took a long time for Prairis to take him away from Juliet.

Came to the lakeside outside the shooting site.

Prairis sat on a wooden chair and watched the doves looking for food.

Ennio begged some bread crumbs from the old woman next door and started feeding the pigeons.

After a long time, he sat back on the chair.

"What do you think of Juliet?" Prairie asked.

"Very good." Ennio replied.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to straighten the broken hair beside his ears, he saw the pigeons he had just fed fluttering into Ennio's arms.

And Ennio, who was fluttered by the pigeon, plucked the pigeon's feathers with a look of enjoyment.

.......

For some reason, Prairis thought of the boy holding a chicken in a Chinese painting.

It was like this for a long time, until another woman came to feed the pigeon, and the pigeon left Ennio's arms.

Ennio looked at the direction where the pigeon left with a disappointed face.

"...do you like pigeons very much?"

"It was raised before." Ennio said.

Under the sunlight, the young man's brows are gentle, and his light blue eyes reveal the innocence and simplicity of being ignorant of the world.

Logically speaking, Ennio with such a mother should not be like this.

Prairis looked at the boy beside him.

It was probably because the gaze was so wanton that the roots of the boy's ears were slightly red.

Preris didn't look away until at least Young coughed.

The phone rang.

pick up.

It turned out that the crew pushed her to go back and shoot the next part.

Prairis talked to Ennio, then turned to leave.

Before he took two steps, he heard the youthful voice from behind him again.

"Can I still come tomorrow?"

Turn your head.

Ennio seemed to regret saying it, and lowered his head.

"Of course," Prairie said.

After saying that, he turned and left without seeing the flushed cheeks of the young man behind him.