[US Entertainment] Best Director

Stan Lee reported the news of the decision to hire Prairis to Director Johnny.

"15.00% share? Did I get it wrong?" Director Johnny's eyes widened in disbelief.

He could hardly believe his ears.

A director actually asked for a 15.00% share!And Stan Lee agreed!

Is he crazy or Hollywood is crazy!

"I disagree, strongly disagree."

Johnny said firmly.

Stan Lee had a headache.

Johnny walked angrily, circling back and forth.

"This girl, do you really think we have to have her? 15.00%! I might as well add 5.00% to find Nolan!"

"Nolan belongs to DC." Stan Lee reminded.

"Then look for something else! Hollywood is so big, are you afraid of lacking a small director?"

"That girl, she takes herself too seriously." Johnny snorted coldly.

As if thinking of something, Johnny pulled out a document from the drawer.

"I think this one is more sensible than the one just now."

Frowning.Stan Lee took the file.

This is a piece of information about South African director Gavin Hood, and the price is clearly marked on it-US$86.

Cheap, so cheap.

But the same.

This is not the role that Stan Lee had in mind to direct The Wolverine.

Gavin Hood is an action film director.

He can shoot action scenes wonderfully, but the same "literary drama" is one of his shortcomings.

As the prequel of "X-Men", most of this "Wolverine" is about the past and present, and it is a real drama.

If Gavin Hood wants to make a hard shot, he may not be able to please.

Stan Lee frowned, thinking for a long time.

"I still think Klander is the better director."

"why?"

"Her literature and drama are better, not to mention her last work "Sagan" plus overseas box office has already entered the billion club."

"The Billion Club? It's just a coincidence, I don't think it's so magical. As for her literary play—"

Johnny sneered.

"Stan, we're a man's Wolverine, not a erotic chick flick."

Stan Lee frowned.

Johnny impatiently issued an ultimatum.

"Either press that Klander to 200w, or use Gavin Hood directly, you choose one yourself."

After saying that, he asked his assistant to drive away Stan Lee.

**

Either press Prairis to 200w, or use Gavin Hood directly.

Stan Lee knew Johnny wasn't joking.

He really only thinks that Praris is only worth 200w.

And what he, the producers of The Wolverine think, is simply irrelevant.

Stan Lee washed his face.

Look at yourself in the mirror.

Water droplets rolled down the sides of the cheeks.

The cell phone rang suddenly, it was Praris's.

After hesitating for a while, he still gritted his teeth and connected.

On the other end of the phone, came the voice of Prairie.

"What about the contract?"

After being silent for a while, he said guiltily.

"Sorry, I may not be able to hire you as the director of Wolverine."

"how?"

"The directors thought Gavin Hood was a better deal."

Prairie raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Stan Lee said guiltily.

"It's okay, let's cooperate again next time." Prairis said.

After a few words of comfort, Prairis hung up the phone.

She knew how difficult it was for Stan Lee.Because that's how Hollywood is, like John.Owen said, "American movies are written by half-educated people for half-intelligent (stupid) people." Capital decides everything. It doesn't matter whether your filming is good or not. As long as the money is in place, those popcorn-like fast-food audiences are everything easy to say.

Calling the airline and canceling the flight to Hollywood, Prairis went to the store and bought rolls of black tape to seal off the corners of the house.

But obviously, this is nothing to the crazy paparazzi.

Picking up the sixth piece of black tape that had somehow been torn off, Prairis suddenly felt that he had to find some work.

I happened to see news reports about Iraq, contacted a local guide, and flew to Iraq with a ticket.

The guide was Donovan, a 36-year-old middle-aged woman who spoke English with a Mexican accent.

She set off from the central city with Praris to the edge of the war zone.

On the way, I met a British reporter, Kaveh Golestan, who showed the photos he took to Preris one by one.

The dilapidated city, the broken body, the blood-colored sky, the mother whose child was beaten to death, and even the moment when the bullet passed through the chest of an eighty-year-old man.

He told Prairis that this is no longer a military-to-military war, but an inhumane and unjust massacre based on the interests of some people. He wants to smash these photos on On the faces of politicians who claim to be righteous.

When Wech Golestan said this, the unblinded eye outside the eyepatch was flooded.

As the war zone approached, the guide Donovan refused to take a step closer, so Prairius had to bid farewell to Weihe.

At the time of parting, Wech Goldstein gave Prairis a roll of film. He said that when he returned to England smoothly, Prairius would take this roll of film to the BBC, and he would treat her to drink butterbeer.

But Prairis did not send the film back to the BBC, because just two days after she said goodbye to Wehe, Wehe died in a landmine near the small town of Kifri in northern Iraq.

Pryris saw the news on TV.

By this time, she had returned to England.

After finding out the address of Wech Golestan's widow and anonymously sending the last money in his account, Prairis returned to his apartment next to the school.

The apartment has not been lived in for more than a year, and it took a day to clean it. I just wanted to order a takeaway but found that there was no signal. Then I remembered that I was still using the new phone card I bought for going to Iraq.

He found his previous calling card and inserted it, only to find that there were dozens of missed calls, all of which were from Ennio without exception.

At this time, Prairis belatedly remembered that he had not told Ennio about his trip to Iraq.

Glancing at the time and estimating Ennio's past routine, Priris didn't call back, but instead edited a text message.

Unexpectedly, Ennio actually called back after receiving the text message.

After hesitating for a long time, I still picked it up.

Ennio didn't speak, just talking on the phone.

Electronic sounds rustled.

Prairis vaguely heard the sound from the opposite side.

"Death", "Bombing", "Landmine", "Civilian Death", "Terrorist Attack".

familiar words.

Nightmare these days.

He is watching the news from Iraq.

After a long time, Ennio hung up the phone.

Only the echo of "beep" remains.

In the next few days, Prairis did not take the initiative to contact Ennio, and Ennio did not contact Prairis either.

Prairis walked to the Iraqi embassy in the UK and then to the United Nations headquarters in Manhattan, New York.

At last, Prairis came to the house of Wech Golestan.

Pryreth handed Wehe's wife Elena the film Wehe had given her in Iraq.

Elena, who received the roll of photos from her deceased husband from Prairis, broke down in tears.

Elena said that since Wehe went to Iraq, she has never been able to sleep peacefully. She has nightmares every day. In the nightmares, her beloved husband will stay in Iraq forever following the cold words in the news.

She prayed every day, but the nightmare still became reality.

After Irina calmed down a bit, she asked Irina, do you hate Weihe's career.

Elena opened her red eyes, was silent for a while, and finally shook her head.

It was already evening when we left Wei He's house.

Elena Sonpreris came to the intersection.

At the moment of parting, Yi Lianna stood alone under the dim street lamp and waved goodbye, describing the rough draft.

Prairis flew back to Iraq.

In the next month, Prairis visited more than a dozen war correspondents stationed in Iraq. They may have different skin colors or nationalities, but without exception, their belief is the camera in their hands.

Among them, an old reporter who is still active in the front line in his 60s told her so.

"I don't know how to answer this question, so I'll just borrow Colvin's words 'Put one foot up, step out, every step may step on a mine. Many people may ask, is it worth it? At such a cost can we make a difference I was asked that question when my eye hurt and I answered 'worth it' then and I will answer it now. Our job is to tell the truth .'"

Prairis's original plan was to visit the 146 war correspondents stationed in northern Iraq, but soon the U.S. bombing began again. Under pressure, Prairith had to leave Iraq.

Back in Hollywood, Prairis visited an old friend, the famous Hollywood screenwriter Paul Haggis who had worked with "Letters from Iwo Jima".

Lay out the interviews in Iraq and the photos Irina gave to Weher in Iraq on the desktop.

Prairis looked at Paul.

"Hey Paul, maybe you'd like to write a screenplay?"