[US Entertainment] Best Director

The screening of "Sagan" was held in the largest Le Champo in Paris.

Jamie Eno is the Rotten Tomatoes reviewer for this screening of "Sagan".

He walked slowly into the theater.

Unlike usual, he didn't wear his favorite gray jacket today, but a black suit.

All the major media commentators and movie-related people around were also dressed in formal attire.

Since the screening of "Sagan" was scheduled for September 9, the third anniversary of Françoise Sagan's death, they all regarded this film as a tribute to Sagan.

Shire, the film critic of "Movie Handbook", also came here, and raised his eyebrows when he saw Jamie in the corner.

"You're here too?" Charles walked up to Jamie.

Jamie nodded.

Charles looked at his watch, then looked up at Jamie.

"It's still a while before the opening, why don't we have a cup of coffee together?"

"can."

The two came to the cafe in the theater.

Jamie ordered a mocha, while Charles ordered black coffee.

Coffee was served quickly.

Charles pinched the ear of the cup, brought the coffee cup to his lips, sniffed it, and took a sip.

The invitation letter for the screening meeting was randomly placed on the table.

The gilt paper looks even more elegant under the light.

"Have you seen this director's previous movies?" Charles put down the coffee cup in his hand and looked at Jamie.

"I was honored to be invited to watch her Oscar-winning Letter from Iwo Jima," Jamie replied.

"Letters from Iwo Jima", Charles during his two years' sabbatical

"how?"

"It's a good American literary film. No wonder Spielberg won another Oscar." Jamie said casually.

But Charles frowned, a little in disbelief.

Spielberg?

Isn't the director of this movie Prieith Klander?How come Spielberg is involved again.

An almost unbelievable idea emerged in Charles' mind.

Could it be that "Letters from Iwo Jima" is an American movie, and the Oscar won for Best Picture instead of Best Foreign Language Film?

Charles frowned.

"American literature and art?"

"Yes." Jamie replied.

crazy!

Just crazy!

Could it be that American and French literature and art can be mixed and filmed during his two years of vacation?

Charles is a little annoyed, this kind of anger is not aimed at Jamie, nor at the work itself, but at the increasingly utilitarian capitalists, for the so-called fame and fortune, they let a Hollywood director make a French movie today, Who knows what they will do for the box office tomorrow!

Charles clenched his fists.

Outside the glass window, a poster of "Sagan" hangs in the center of the hall.

Juliette Binoche, half-turned to the camera, is sombre and elegant.

There is nothing bright and gentle in "The English Patient".

Charles suddenly became aware of a vague signal, a signal that symbolized the end of a glorious era.

With a sullen face, he walked into the screening room.

Charles walked to his seat without saying a word and sat down.

He has given up any hope for this movie.

During the two years when he was on leave to recuperate from illness, the film industry changed too fast. He couldn't stand the French films that were no longer "pure" under the invasion of capital. He decided to resign after writing the film review of "Sagan".

Resisting the feeling of turning his head away at this moment, he turned his gaze back to the screen.

With Bach's "Minuet" in the picture, the screening of the film began.

First there is a panorama, depicting the luxury and wealth of the casino, and then the camera follows the waiter to Juliette Binoche. At this time, the description of Julia Binoche is a middle ground, half under the light, and from time to time smoke with fingertips.

The light hesitated, just like Sagan's mood at this time.

The overall tone with extremely low saturation is like a broken dream behind a pompous calm.

Elegant with a profound coolness.

From the first shot, Ciel knew that this was a good literary film, but it still didn't hinder Ciel's prejudice against the film.

Hollywood, very Hollywood.

Except for the color deviation, Shire can almost believe that this is an American movie, and he can even see the shadows of Woody Allen and Steven Spielberg in this shot.

How did a woman with a Hollywood manifesto written all over her head and toe get the idea to make a French film?

And immediately, Charles realized that he seemed to have made a big mistake.

Mouth, eyes, eyelashes, irregular top light!

The large-scale close-up almost dazzled him!

Is such an unmarketable, even uncomfortably large-scale close-up something that Hollywood guys like!

Charles was stunned.

He stared blankly at the screen.

On the screen, the bright lights are bright and dazzling, shining brightly on the close-up shots—as if mocking.

Then, there is a panorama.

Juliet was walking on the deserted road, the dazzling lights suddenly became weaker, and the yellow dress that had just been ironed to fit looked a little thin in the dark night.

Close-ups, panoramas.

This is already the fourth bipolar shot Shire has seen.And these bipolar shots that "should" be avoided in textbooks actually add a bit of charm to this film that others can't learn.

pioneer!So pioneering!

And this kind of pioneer is not limited to themes and scripts!It's all right!The director's pioneering audiovisual!

Charles clenched his fists.

Frowning.

Sagan in the film is bright and sad, like a sunflower craving alone.

The film ends with a gray sky in France.

Color fades to black and white.

It seemed to symbolize the end of an era.

In just 120 minutes, through the director's lens, Charles seemed to have personally experienced the melancholy life of that legendary woman.

The ending song plays.

It was solemn.

For a long time, I don't know who took the lead.

The vast "Br□□o" and the overflowing applause filled the entire theater in an instant!

Charles belatedly wanted to stand up and applaud.

But he found that his legs were already numb.

Tears flowed down my face.

Walk out of the theater numbly.

Back home in a daze.

He didn't even eat dinner, so he locked himself in the room.

sleepless nights.

In the early morning of the next day, the editor-in-chief Angie received a manuscript from Shire.

The title was—"Sagan"—Brightness and Melancholy. The Last Hymn of France."