[US Entertainment] Best Director

"Has the actor been contacted?" Paul asked.

".......No."

"They probably didn't see the message."

Paul looked at Prairie.

"...well, maybe they're not interested in my project."

Paul sighed.

"Who have you been in contact with?"

"Leonardo, Eddie Redmayne and Hugh Laurie."

"......"

"What about you? Which studios have you contacted?" Prairis asked rhetorically.

"Warner, Woodpecker, Lionsgate..."

"Anyone reply?"

"No........"

Prairie and Paul looked at each other for a long time.

"Perhaps we should be sincere?" Prairis said.

"how?"

"Find it yourself."

Paul thought about it.

"not enough."

"Where is it not enough?"

Paul picked up his phone, clicked on Twitter, and handed it to Prairie.

"Marketing."

"........"

Prairis glanced down at his phone, then looked up at Paul.

"What do I need to do?"

"Play to your strengths."

"How to impress me, how to impress the audience." Paul said.

"........"

So, the next day.

Pryreth tweeted a three-page long comment.

From the first time she went to Iraq, she has been talking about the war, refugees, and heroes who died.

She said, don't let the light at this time cover up the fact that there is a haze.

She said that even if her voice is weak, she must keep speaking, because only in this way, the light will come.

.........

At the end of the article, she posted all the photos taken by Wech Golestein.

文末有一行手写的斜体小字——“图片来自韦赫·戈莱斯坦,一位56岁的驻伊拉克战地记者，在他有限的26年记者生涯里,已陆续报道了136场战争,撰写了1268篇稿件,中枪16次，陷入反zheng府军动乱31次,一个月前，于伊拉克巴格达地区触雷而亡,这是伊拉克战争中死去的第36位战地记者，也是各国驻伊拉克176名战地记者中年纪最长的一位。

I would like to dedicate this article to the refugees in Iraq, as well as the souls of the dead war heroes. "

Eddie saw the tweet early the next morning.

Undeniably, he was impressed.

But he is still hesitating.

Iraq in the midst of war, a poor crew that doesn't even have an investor, whimsical single-camera shooting...  

Perhaps this movie is different in concept from Hollywood's usual "war movies" that revolve around soldiers.

But this "difference" does not allow him to ignore the rest of the harsh conditions.

Personal safety, video quality.

He has to think about everything.

Just as he was thinking, the doorbell rang.

Eddie put down his phone and got up to open the door.

Prairis was standing at the door in a beige shirt, his shoulder-length hair was neatly tied into a ponytail.

She smiled at Eddie and said.

"Hi, long time no see."

"...in," Eddie said.

Prairis came to the living room familiarly.

The curtains were opened.

Sunlight pours into the house through floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

Prairie sat down on the couch.

Several scripts are scattered on the solid wood table next to the sofa.

Several pages contained handwritten notes from the man in front of him.

Eddie poured her a glass of water.

Prairie looked at Eddie.

"I think you should know why I'm here today."

Eddie raised an eyebrow.

"If you're here for your new movie, yes, I do."

"What's your answer?"

Eddie was silent for a moment, then answered.

"I still have some doubts."

"for example?"

"Such as single-camera shooting, such as a script that has not yet been formed, such as defects in the capital chain without investment."

Eddie paused, closed his eyes, and continued.

"To be honest, I really don't know what kind of movie you want to make, a feature film? A drama? Or an experimental film? You have to let me know what kind of work it is."

"To be honest, I don't know either," Prairis replied.

"This work is too complicated, and the easy intervention of any capital chain may change the basic attributes of this work."

Eddie looked at Prairis calmly, without comment.

He was sitting casually on the sofa in a cashmere bathrobe that he had just got out of the bath in the morning, his hair was wet like a black cloud.

But even so, he is still elegant, like a gentleman in an English castle in the 17th century.

Prairis looked at Eddie under the sun through the warm yellow sunlight, and suddenly felt a pale but obvious separation.

This is a distinct and symbolic sense of distance, as if reminding her that this is still the world of her previous life.

Prairie looked at Eddie.

In her hand was the water that Eddie had poured with her.

Then I suddenly thought of the scene when I saw Eddie for the first time.

He thought she was going to commit suicide by jumping into the river, but she took him for a robber.

Prairis looked at Eddie in a daze.

The dark brown nightgown is elegant and decent.

Almost a different person.

She suddenly realized that Eddie, who was a child at heart and always liked to wear green clothes, had disappeared.

And the one in front of him has completely become the distanced, restrained and elegant British gentleman and "little freckle"-Eddie Redmayne on the big screen of later generations.

After a moment of silence, Prairis took out a brown paper bag from his bag.

"This is the director's explanation about the script and shooting ideas, maybe you can take a look."

After saying that, Prairius pushed the brown paper bag in front of Eddie.

Pick up the bag and stand up.

"I'm going first, see you next time."

After saying that, he left the apartment.

Eddie walked to the door and watched Prairis' back as he drifted away.

After a long time, close the door.

Take the cup that Prairis drank into the kitchen.

wash.

Put back the stand.

The brown paper bag that Prairis handed him before leaving was quietly placed on the table.

After hesitating for a long time, I still opened it.

**

Prairius, who had received a letter from Eddie during the night, eventually took the film.

Relieved, he quickly notified Paul.

Paul was busy dealing with the production company at this time.

This is the sixth time he has been rejected.

Of the eight major Hollywood studios, only DreamWorks and Disney remain.

"It doesn't matter if we don't have a studio, we just need a camera anyway," Prairis said.

Paul frowned suspiciously.

"No lights, no audio, no video.. just the two of us.. okay?"

Pryris replied directly, "What's wrong? Didn't you also shoot like this when you were a student? Don't tell me you haven't experienced the days when one person is the director, producer, actor, camera, lighting, scene record, and camera? "

Paul Haggis, who is not a major:......Sorry, I really haven't experienced it.

Of course, the face-conscious Paul Haggis didn't say anything, he just coughed in embarrassment and didn't comment.

"The visa is completed, and we will go to Iraq in a few days." Prairis concluded.

"So fast?"

Prairie raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

The next day, Prairis, Eddie and Paul came to the Iraqi Embassy in the UK.

The moment they walked into the hall, everyone looked at them carefully.

Prairis led Eddie and Paul to the office, and sat outside to wait.

A Middle Eastern man wearing a turban came over.

The office lady beside her stood up respectfully and said.

"Ambassador Muhammad."

The man nodded.

Walked to Prairis's side.

"You are Director Klander?" Muhammad asked in fluent English.

Prairie nodded.

Muhammad looked Prairis up and down.

The eyes were a little deep, which made Prairis a little uncomfortable.

It took a long time for Muhammad to put away the annoying sight and said with a blank expression.

"follow me."

Prairie frowned.

Did not keep up with Muhammad's footsteps and stood still.

"My friends are still inside, maybe we can wait for them to come out?"

"No, you can do it alone." Muhammad said indifferently.

Muhammad took a few steps forward.

Prairie remained where he was.

Muhammad stopped and looked at Prairis.

"It seems that Director Klander is not willing to come with me?"

"You have to tell me what's the matter first." Prairis looked at Muhammad.

Muhammad raised his eyebrows and spoke slowly.

"I just want to ask a few simple questions. If Director Klander doesn't want to go to Syria, it doesn't matter if he doesn't answer."

Prairis stared at Muhammad for a long time, then took a few steps forward.

"Hopefully it's just a few 'easy' questions."

Muhammad ushered Prairis into his office.

The office is dark, hardly like a normal ambassador's consulate.

Fumbled a few steps forward along the wall, suddenly changed in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes uncomfortably.

Muhammad sorted out the documents on the table as if nothing had happened, sat on the chair, and looked at Prairis expressionlessly.

He took a piece of paper from the drawer.

Slowly, he took out his glasses again.

He glanced at Prairis across the table.

Start asking.

"Why are you going to Iraq?"

"filming."

"what movie."

"Anti-war film."

"Is there a script?"

"No."

Hearing this answer, Muhammad glanced at Prairis, picked up a pen and wrote something on the paper, and continued to ask.

"Make a movie without a script?"

"Correct."

Muhammad began to look at Prairis with that uncomfortably cold gaze again.

After a long time, he looked back.

Pick up the paper and ask through the paper.

"How many movies have you made?"

"Three parts."

"The previous few films also started shooting without a script?"

"No."

"Then why doesn't this movie have a script? Are you trying to use the name of making a movie to sneak into Iraq to do something?" Muhammad's tone suddenly became sharp.

Prairie was a little puzzled.But still explain.

"It's different, this movie...."

Before he finished speaking, Muhammad interrupted severely.

"Director Klander, please answer my question."

"No."

But Muhammad raised his tone as if he didn't hear it.

"What is your real purpose in coming to Iraq?"

"This time I..."

"Reply."

Prairie was a little annoyed.

He stood up and dropped the documents in his hand.

"I told you to make a movie."

"Mr. Muhammad, are you interrogating me as a prisoner?"

Muhammad didn't seem to be fluctuating much with Prairis' anger.

He looked at Prairis repeatedly with that kind of cold and damp scrutiny.

It seemed that she wanted to capture every subtle change on her face.

But unfortunately, he observed for a long time, but he still didn't get the information he wanted.

Insert the nib back into the cap.

A deadpan answer.

"You think too much."

He picked up the visa that Prairis had thrown on the table, stamped it, and handed it back to her.

Priris didn't answer, and looked at Muhammad indifferently.

Muhammad withdrew his hand that had stopped in mid-air, and put the visa on the table in front of Prairis instead.

"The visa is approved, you can go." There was an undeniable indifference in his tone.

Prairis was going mad with rage.

Picking up the visa, he left the office angrily.

Walking back to the corridor just now, Eddie and Paul were waiting for her in the corridor, and there was a Middle Eastern girl wearing a headscarf beside her. .

"Where have you been?" Paul raised his eyebrows.

"I was stopped by a lunatic." Prairis shaved his hair irritably, and stuffed the visa back into his pocket.

Glancing at the Middle Eastern woman beside Eddie, she raised her eyebrows.

"Who is this?"

"My interrogator." Paul scratched his head.

"She just kept asking me if I was a spy, and it's killing me."

"...you were also asked?"

"...you were asked too?" Paul looked at Prairis in shock.

Prairie nodded.

"Didn't you just go to Iraq a few days ago?"

"I went with the United Nations a few days ago."

"........so."

The Middle Eastern woman in the turban walked up to Prairis and held out her hand.

"Hi, Director Klander." The woman spoke in substandard English.

"........Hi."

Prairis glanced at Paul and Eddie suspiciously, only to find that the two of them also looked puzzled.

He stretched out his hand in embarrassment, and shook hands with the Middle Eastern woman in front of him.

"Muhammad scared you. He has always had such a strange temper. Don't take it to heart." The Middle Eastern woman said.

"........of course not."

"Have you booked your plane tickets? Shall I book them for you?"

"No need. We can order it ourselves." Praris rejected the woman's offer.

But the woman didn't seem to be affected, she just nodded lightly.

Glanced at Eddie and Paul.

"Are you leaving now?"

Prairie nodded.

"Let me see you off, you probably didn't drive."

Before Praris refused, the woman walked towards the door on her own.

Seeing that Prairis behind him didn't respond, the woman stopped, raised her eyebrows, and urged.

"Come on."

"......"

Not knowing why, Prairis glanced at Paul and Eddie beside him.

Found both equally confused.

for a long time.

"... let's go," Paul said.

".......Fine."

Prairie got into the car first.

Paul and Eddie came next.

The woman first sent Paul and Eddie back to their respective homes.

Finally sent to Prairis.

At the door of the apartment that Prairis rented, the woman stopped the car.

Prairis thanked him and got out of the car.

As soon as he stepped out of the car with one foot, he heard the voice of a woman beside him.

"If I offended you today, I apologize for Muhammad."

"Muhammad actually liked your movie."

"But the country is too small and there are too many wars. We must use the stupidest method to eliminate any possible potential threats as much as possible."

"You're so famous. We're scared. Sorry."