[US Entertainment] Best Director

Ridley, the selection committee member, is sitting in a chair and browsing the entries.

This is the fourth day of his review, and he has yet to find a movie that catches his eye.

Most of them are boring and mediocre.

Just like the one I'm playing right now.

It can't even be described as mediocre.Fall from the first shot to the last.

Top bad movie of the year.

Students from the 02 class of the Paris Film Academy.

The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

Ridley turned it off blankly, scored a zero, and opened the next work.

At this time, there were only 10 minutes left for lunch, and he decided to use 3 minutes to finish reading.

Pick up your coffee cup and hit play.

The first shot is an underwater shot.

Extremely mediocre, he picked up a pen and prepared to fill in a score of 2-3 points.

But starting from the second scene, 1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, until the credits came out, he didn't put pen to paper.

He stared blankly at the screen until it went black before taking out his phone in a daze.

Called Paul Anderson, swallowed, "Hi, Paul, I have a movie here, I think I should show you a look."

Paul Anderson is the chairman of the jury for this year's Keswick Film Festival.

Naturally, as the chairman, you don't need to review works one by one like ordinary judges. You only need to review the selected high-quality works and determine the final score.

But it was the first time that he was asked to visit before the primary election was over.

Playfully, he opened the file Ridley had sent him.

First click on the director's resume.

Prairie Clander.

A beautiful young blonde girl.

Class background.There are no other works, and "ALONE" in this competition is her debut work.

A fledgling 17-year-old girl, I'm afraid I can't recognize the model of the camera, how good can I take pictures?

Paul Anderson curled his lips in disdain.

This is not because he discriminates against young women, but because of the laws of this industry. Without time accumulation and continuous learning, who can soar to the sky except for a few geniuses?

He didn't think Prairice was that rare genius.

Ridley was still too fussed.

Even so, Paul Anderson hit play.

He'd like to see what the film that made Ridley fuss look like.

The first shot was taken underwater at fifteen degrees.

Yasujiro Ozu plays bad stuff.

Nothing new.

After a six-second [-]-degree underwater shot, the camera switches to the gray-blue sky.Faintly foggy.

Empty streets, unmanned cars parked here and there.

The hero brushes his teeth, washes his face, and eats in front of the mirror.

Not a single line in between.

A pale gray-blue color lingers throughout the scene.

Like a thick fog in a desolate forest.open.Lonely.

At least this young director has worked hard on color.

Paul Anderson was a little sure of that in his mind.

The hero pushed open the door.

Walk into the chaotic but silent street.

There are fallen yellow leaves on the ground, mixed with dark green puddles.

The hero is walking on the road, but he is still walking in the grave.

Gray skies, desolate avenues, empty cities.

Lonely, bleak, and even a bit mean and sharp.

Paul Anderson seems to be able to feel the empty heart of the city, and the protagonist's increasingly numb emptiness and pain.

Suddenly there was an uncontrollable coldness in my heart.

Until the end of the credits, Paul Anderson breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out the cigarette he had quit for a month from the drawer.

Ignite it, smoke it silently.

He admits he was impressed.

The stagnant, gray world the young girl had created was like a flood that engulfed him at the moment of contact.

He was powerless to resist.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Thinking back to the sideways glare at the end of the movie just now.

He never thought that the light could be used like this, bold, strong, and cold, instantly tearing apart the already illusory city prehistoric.

Pick up your resume.

The blonde girl in the photo is young and beautiful.

Even though Paul Anderson didn't want to admit it, she was, without a doubt, that one-in-a-million genius...

He picked up his cell phone and dialed the numbers of the remaining judges.Spit out what he just disdained.

"Hi, I'm Paul, and I have a movie here that I thought I'd show you."

Prairis received a notice a week after sending out her work. Her entry has entered the final competition unit, and she needs to wear formal clothes and bring her male companion to attend the final awards ceremony on February 2.

Wearing formal clothes was fine, but carrying a male companion was a headache for Prairis.

Prairis doesn't like to socialize, in other words, he's a nerd, and his friendship is supported by Facebook on weekdays. As for the men he knows well in the third dimension... there are almost none.

After thinking for a long time, Prairis decided to ask the leading actor Eddie Redmayne if he was free.

Call Eddie Redmayce.

"Which one." On the other end of the phone, Eddie's voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had just woken up from a sleep.

"...are you sleeping?" Prairis asked back.

It seemed that he didn't expect Praris to call, and the other end of the phone froze for a moment.

".......kindness."

"It's not good to turn day and night upside down." Prairis took a sip of his coffee.

"......"

"Are you abroad?" Prairis asked in surprise.

"...Not here. Just got back to London." Eddie's voice was still muffled.

"That's good." Prairie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh?" Eddie buried his face in the pillow, his voice was intermittent.

"...Are you free the night after tomorrow?" Prairis asked.

"doing what?"

"The day after tomorrow is the award ceremony for the movie we made last time, and we need a male companion." Pryris said.

"...you want me to be your boyfriend?"

Prairis coughed awkwardly, "Yes."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while.

"Time, place, attire, send to my email."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Dumping Prairis's beeping electric current......

Think of the British gentleman in the news of the previous life, the endorsement of elegance and luxury...

Prairie just wanted to say that she probably knew the fake Eddie Redmayce.