[US Entertainment] Best Director

Paul glanced at the photos on the table.

Dilapidated cities, dead bodies that stopped abruptly, and broken limbs scattered all over the muddy land.

This is Iraq, and it is the purgatory of our time.

Paul flips through the photos.

Unexpectedly, there are no close-ups of soldiers in the photos. The photographer seems to be like a bullet floating above the battlefield. He passes through the battlefield, reviewing this numb massacre feast in a flash.

He focused on the refugees at the lowest end of the society, relying on the innate compassion of human beings for suffering, and a self-confident introspection of war.

Silence for a long time.

Paul looked at Prairie seriously.

"Who took this?"

"Wech Golestan, an excellent war correspondent."

Paul picked up the photo again and looked at it a few times.

"You're going to make a movie about him?"

"No." Prairis handed the brown paper bag containing the interview script to Paul. "What I want to shoot is the real war."

"What do you mean?" Paul was puzzled.

Pryreth just looked at Paul.

The gray-blue eyes showed a bit of determination against the harsh sunlight.

A long time, she said.

"I'm going to Iraq to shoot real wars."

"Are you crazy? The U.S. military just announced its invasion of Baghdad this morning!" Paul looked at Prairis in disbelief.

"I know."

"You know? What do you know? There are not only explosives and stray bullets, but also malaria and anti-government organizations!"

Prairis looked at Paul quietly.

She stood up, opened the leather bag for Paul, took out the bound interview manuscript, and placed it in front of him.

The cover is plain white, like a silent letter paper.

Paul looked at Prairie.

Finally, the interview draft was opened.

On the title page, there is a list of war correspondents who have died since World War II.

Tadpole-like small characters lined up a full six pages.

He flipped through it carefully, and finally, he heard Prairis say.

"I know what's there, and I know what's going to happen if I insist on filming, but I have to do it, because as a public media person, I have a duty and an obligation to tell those who live in a rich country with carefree and exploitative minds. Indifferent spectators, in Iraq, there is a group of people who are indistinguishable from them except for all their wealth, and they are living in purgatory."

Paul's fingertips slipped from the title page.

His eyes finally settled on Prairis's thin cheeks.

"How are you going to shoot?"

Prairius pulled another sheet of paper from the file bag.

"It's all on paper."

Paul took it hesitantly. He thought it was the director's explanation, but it seemed too short.

But read carefully.

From the very first line, Paul knew he was wrong.

That's not the director's statement at all...it doesn't even say anything about the movie's plot.

It just proposed a concept, and it was such an unremarkable concept that could not be read on a piece of paper, but Paul came up with a word—genius.

He is sure that if this concept is really successfully implemented, then the customary film division system in the film industry since the establishment of Hollywood will be completely broken!

And this young director will also surpass all the masters today and become the first experimental master of the century with this work that ushers in a new era!

But can the concept really work?

Paul hesitated.

After half an hour, Paul looked up.

He looked at Prairis critically.

For a long time, said.

"You are really...unbelievable."

Prairis looked at Paul quietly.

He squeezed the paper in his hand and gritted his teeth.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Be my accompanying screenwriter."

"Iraq?"

"Iraq."

Paul finally closed the interview script.

Sighed.

"Give me a few days to think about it."

Prairie nodded.

**

night.

Paul opened the Prairie interview again.

asked his wife Suzanne, kissing Paul on the cheek.

"What are you looking at?"

Paul lowered the interview script slightly so that Suzanne could see it.

"interview draft?"

Paul nodded.

"What are you doing with the interview?" Suzanne was a little puzzled.

"It was given to me by a young director who wanted to make it into a movie," Paul said.

"Use interview scripts to make a movie...does she want to make a biographical movie?" Suzanne raised her eyebrows.

"It's not a biographical movie." Paul replied.

"What's that?" Susannah asked curiously.

"I can't tell either... Maybe it's a new form of film." Paul thought for a while before answering.

"A new form of film?" Suzanne blinked. "I always thought that since the establishment of Hollywood, films have been divided into smaller sections, and there are still innovative ones?"

"It is not an innovation in the subject matter, but an innovation in the shooting method and the boundary planning between feature films and documentaries." Paul explained.

"Perhaps you could elaborate?"

Paul thought for a while, then answered.

"The story is fake, the setting is real."

"I still don't understand."

"It is to send a group of actors to the destination in the mode set by the story, and then write the script on the spot according to the general environment."

"It looks profound." Suzanne put her arm around Paul.

"Yes." Paul put down the documents in his hand, and stroked Susannah's wrist on his arm.

"Have you decided to take the movie?" Suzanne asked.

"Still thinking."

"Do you think I'm going to take it?" Paul throws the question to his wife.

"If I were you, I would take it." Suzanne straightened her body.

"Why? You don't even know what kind of movie it is."

"Of course I know." Susannah blinked.

"Oh?" Paul raised his eyebrows.

Under Paul's gaze, Susannah smiled.

"Although I don't understand movies, and I don't understand what you mean by those words. But I can feel that this will be a movie that breaks the times, and my husband, that is, you, will follow this Movies go down in history.”

"This is your dream. Isn't it?" Susannah looked at Paul with gentle eyes.

"I see what you mean," Paul said.

This is a film destined to be written in history.

Many filmmakers have waited a lifetime, and may not come across such an excellent movie.

God sent it to him, why should he reject it for something that was not necessary?

After pondering for a long time, Paul kissed Suzanne's forehead.

Stand up and pick up your phone.

Called Priris.

"Happy cooperation, Director Klander."

Under the lights, Paul said.

**

The next day, Prairith tweeted about the new movie.

It reads on Twitter, "next month, shooting location in Iraq, single camera, script undecided, recruiting actors, staff, investors."

Everyone in the movie circle was dumbfounded after seeing this tweet.

Iraq...Single-camera....The script is undecided....Recruiting actors, staff, investors...

Next month, Iraq... don't they know that Iraq is at war!

There are also single-camera seats........we have four-camera seats for weddings now, okay?

The script is undecided... What are you doing if you don't have a script? ? ?

As for recruiters, staff, investors...

Script, actors, investment... none of what should be there... is this female director serious?

What does she want to make a film with?

Feelings?

crazy......

Everything is crazy........

However, in the next second, something happened that made everyone in the movie circle even more confused - Paul Haggis, the famous Hollywood screenwriter who once wrote "Crash", "The Battle of the Valley of Elah", and "Letters from Iwo Jima"!Retweeted this tweet and said that he will be the screenwriter of this movie!

This female director is not crazy enough and wants to pull Paul Haggis crazy together!

And what's even crazier is that Paul Haggis actually agreed!

What's wrong with this world?

Almost instantly, Prairis's tweet was swiped.

All kinds of ridicule swarmed almost instantly.

Even Prairis' former die-hard fans began to hesitate, because.........it's really too unreliable.

Single camera, no script, no actors...... Are you sure it's really a movie?

It was late at night when Eddie Redmayne saw the news.

He had just returned home to England from filming The Other Boleyn Girl.

When I opened Twitter, the first thing I saw was from my old friend Prairie.

Eddie was in a daze at first.

It seems that I can't confirm it.

He still remembered the first time the young girl invited him. At that time, she was a newcomer at the bottom of the food chain like him.

But three years passed quickly.

He is still playing some unknown supporting roles, but she is already a hot and famous director.

Naturally, they lost touch with each other.

Eddie couldn't tell how he was feeling right now.

Put the phone on the table.

Went to the bathroom to wash my face.

The water was cold, and the water droplets rolled down the cheeks, fast and swift.

Eddie walked out of the bathroom.

After hesitating for a long time, he opened the closed phone.

Pryreth's tweet is still on the front page.

Look to the comments first.

Unexpectedly, there was no blockbuster praise for "Sagan" after winning the award as expected, and almost all the eyes were ridiculed and ridiculed.

"You think you're omnipotent after making "Sagan"?"

"You have let me down too much."

........

? ? ? ?

Eddie frowned.

Flip back to Prairie's twitter.

Then he understood what it was all about.

No script, no investment, stand-alone seat......

........

what the hell? ?

After swiping casually, a private message from Prairis came out.

she says.

"Hi Eddie. Long time no see. Would you like to be in my new movie?"

Eddie was silent for two seconds, then turned off Twitter, pretending he didn't see it.