[US Entertainment] Best Director

In the corner, a bald man in a black jacket furtively took out his mobile phone and made a comparison in selfie mode, while Quentin Tarantino, a "cool male model", was in the background.

"...Gary Ritchie?" Martin Scorsese raised an eyebrow.

Eastwood and Frank followed Martin Scorsese's line of sight to look at the bald man in a black jacket and a mask.

"...Why is he here? Didn't he always hate this kind of literary movie?" Frank said.

"Quentin also hates this kind of politeness, but isn't he here?" Eastwood said expressionlessly.

Quentin seemed to sense someone mentioning his name, turned his head in doubt, and then successfully made eye contact with Eastwood, Frank, and Martin Scorsese.

"........"

The atmosphere was a little awkward, but something even more embarrassing happened.

The young girl who made "Sagan" managed to capture them.

And the braised egg behind him-Gary Ritchie.

"Hi, Guy Ritchie, Mr. Scorsese, Mr. Darabont, Mr. Eastwood -- and ... Mr. Tarantino in the cashmere hat."

"Reasonable, aren't you hot?" Prairis looked at Quentin hesitantly, knowing that she was too hot to wear short sleeves outside.

"...not hot." Under the blazing gaze of Frank, Martin, and Eastwood, Quentin decided to protect what little face he had left. In order to prove what he said, he even pulled himself on striped jacket.

Look, brother is so different.

Quentin took a provocative look at Frank, Martin, and Eastwood.

But Guy Ritchie behind him didn't give a shit about it.

Speak pure and elegant British English.

"Quentin, you are the most serious ruffian I have ever seen."

After saying that, he glanced at Quentin provocatively.

"........"

Oh, the hateful Brit.

Quentin looked at Guy Ritchie angrily.

By the way, he gave the little friend behind him a look.

Looking at Quentin, then at Guy Ritchie, Eastwood chose to look at Prairieth.

"Director Klander, maybe we can find a place where we can talk about this work?"

After saying that, Eastwood, Martin, and Frank turned and left without hesitation with Praris.

Quentin, who was abandoned on the spot and continued to stare at Guy Ritchie, turned his head and shouted, "...Hey! The movie is about to start, what are you going to talk about now!"

And the row of four people disappeared around the corner as if they didn't hear them.

Prairie brought three of Hollywood's biggest names backstage.

After chatting for a while, the three big guys were brought to the entrance.

"Remember to leave a comment after reading."

Eastwood, Martin Scorsese, and Frank Darabont, who are responsible for the 2000-word film review, took their seats.

Martin Scorsese whispered, "Hey, it's up to you Frank."

Frank patted Eastwood on the shoulder, "It's up to you, honey."

Eastwood was expressionless.

"No. By Quentin."

Quentin, who was queuing up at the gate for the ticket check, felt an inexplicable chill on the back of his neck.

I found my own seat and sat down, only to find that I was very "surprised" by the bald head beside me shining with light.

.......

Oh damn Guy Ritchie.

Quentin snorted and turned his gaze back to the screen.

The movie starts quickly.

From sound to painting, a piece of Bach's "Minuet" is elegant and vivid.

From the first shot, Quentin calmed down and watched carefully.

The extremely low saturation and the complicated and colorful colors seem to be watching a gorgeous medieval waltz through the gauze.

Quentin was taken aback by the flawless combination of the two polar lenses.

Laymen watch the excitement, and insiders watch the doorway.

As a director, he couldn't understand what a bipolar lens means.

He frowned, his back tensed slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the camera moved from a close-up of Sagan's red lips to a panoramic view of a street corner!

Bipolar lens!

Another bipolar shot!

And unexpectedly.

This bipolar lens, which is listed as the "top ten mistakes that should not be made" in the textbook, is completely unobtrusive under this woman's lens, and on the contrary adds a bit of indescribable charm.

How on earth is this girl's brain structured!

It's just so exciting!

Quentin narrowed his eyes.

Until the fourth bipolar shot appeared, Quentin no longer knew what to say.

One or two short-lived show operations may be called a coincidence, but three, four... or even more, it can only show that this is strength.

Quentin cleared his throat for the director's massive knee-licking close-up of Juliette Binoche and his eclectic lighting patterns.

He knew that Juliet was a beauty, but he never knew that Juliet could be beautiful like this-flashy, melancholy.

Perhaps the next movie could feature Juliet?Even Juliet isn't wild at all.

Quentin thought wildly until the next shot came.

Among the pale cyan trees, the sky is blue, and Sagan is driving a sports car and waving in the air.

The pale yellow silk scarf slid to the ground, revealing her beautiful lips and elegant eyebrows.

nice.

so gorgeous.

He even began to suspect that the female director had an affair with Juliet, otherwise why every scene seemed to be pinched!Take the most beautiful appearance of Juliet!

As time goes by step by step.

Sagan became more and more lonely.

At this time, the hue has also changed, and it seems that the saturation is higher.

Sagan finally took off her favorite canary yellow and put on a lake blue dress.

Betrayal of a friend, death of a lover, disagreement in family relationships...

Everything seems to make Sagan more and more melancholy.

As she continued to squander the money, she blatantly publicized the depression in her heart.

She became fierce, became crazy.

She publicly admitted to taking drugs.

She was arrested for tax evasion and eventually released from prison early with the help of the French literary community.

But the melancholy in her eyebrows became deeper and deeper.

After she was released from prison, she was heavily in debt, so she had to spend the night in someone else's home.

No friends, no husband.

She seems to have forgotten many things.

Not long after the old love passed away, he finally fell ill and passed away soon.

The film turned into black and white, and finally ended.

The camera moves across the books lying on the side of the hospital bed.

"Hello, Sadness".

That was the first novel Sagan wrote.

It is also a portrayal of Sagan's life.

Only sorrow is destiny.

Quentin walked out of the theater silently.

Even the calls of Martin, Eastwood, and Frank fell on deaf ears.

Walking the streets of Paris.

Quentin lit a cigarette.

Start thinking about your life.

The next day, Prairis received a letter, an unsigned letter.

The letter is very simple, only one sentence.

"She is lonelier than fireworks."