[US Entertainment] Best Director

It seems that because there are more Britons in the cabin, the whole journey is quiet and scary.

The women and children stared timidly ahead.

And the men all silently used "silence" to deal with the scene in front of them.

It was not until the plane landed that the first sound of the entire journey was heard.

The Iraqis on the plane applauded and hugged each other.

This is the first time that Prairis has experienced such obvious ethnic barriers and cultural differences.

I don't understand why such an ordinary journey that can no longer be ordinary caused such a sensational applause from the whole machine.

Under the jubilation of all beings, Prairis, Paul, and Eddie picked up the box silently and stepped off the plane.

In the airport hall, Donovan, the previous guide, rushed to the front holding a sign.

After receiving Prairis, they drove them directly to the hotel.

The hotel was bombed, half lit, half covered in dust.

The entire hotel is like a refugee house suspended in the air.

The road to the hotel gate was buried in stones.

Prairis approached cautiously stepping on the stones.

At this time, Paul was only halfway through.

A pebble slipped into Paul's shoe and seemed to tear his sock.

Picking out a slightly larger stone, Paul frowned and sat on it, cleaning his shoes.

Eddie frowned as Prairis turned on the camera.

Adjust the parameters and start shooting.

From when Paul took off his shoes to when Paul put on his shoes and approached, one shot to the end.

"What the hell do you want to shoot?" Eddie asked.

"Documents, stories, experiments," Prairis replied.

"I'm the lead actor?"

"The leading role is you."

"Then why shoot Paul?" Eddie raised his eyebrows.

"Experimental nature...I want to try to break the boundary between documentaries and feature films." Pryris replied.

But Eddie didn't seem to understand.

"In other words, it is to blur the boundaries between documentaries and feature films. The protagonist of the feature film is you, and we play your deputy. Under the lens of the real me, I want to shoot something documentary."

"Perhaps a little more generalization?" Eddie said.

"...you still don't understand?"

"Believe me, Paul doesn't understand either." Eddie raised an eyebrow.

Glancing at the distressed Paul who was holding his sock that had been scratched by a stone and was in a trance, Prairis decided to repeat it.

"In short, it is to change the thinking of shooting. We usually shoot movies, either the subjective shots of the protagonist or the subjective shots of the director. In a word, all the shots revolve around the director and the protagonist. For this movie, I I want to set it under the character setting of a war reporter, and use the character model of the feature film to shoot Iraq in the eyes of the character model in the form of a documentary.”

"So, I just need to act as a dispensable perspective tool?" Eddie raised his eyebrows.

"If your acting skills are good enough and your characterization is charming enough, then this will become the most classic role in your life. But at the same time, if your acting skills are not attractive enough, of course you will become a pawn of the director. Natural selection, this It's the same as a feature film," Prairis replied.

He straightened the camera and looked at Eddie.

Raise the corners of the lips.asked provocatively.

"Will you be my pawn?"

"Of course not," Eddie replied.

Prairie smiled.

The guide Donovan brought the room card.

Prairie took it.

Sent one to Eddie and Paul.

"Take a rest today, and we will leave tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" Eddie asked.

"Bomb shelter, war zone, Baghdad," Prairis replied.

**

It was four unforgettable months for Eddie.

During these four months, he traveled every inch of Iraq with a crew of only two crew members.

Across war zones, across refugee slums.

This is a country under the flames of war, and parting from life to death is a normal scene in this land.

All men are created equal, and war takes away this equality with the cruel means of life and death.

They are numb, they pity, they cry in pain, but they are helpless.

In four months, his war correspondent interviewed the elderly living in the ruins, the homeless children, and the homeless man who lived in a bomb shelter and had not seen the sun for more than two years.

Among them, an old Iraqi who was a university professor before the war said to him:

"Unlike you, we are born 'refugees' because of our country.

No country is willing to accept us, no land where we can stay for a long time.

'Nationality' has become our original sin, and I must wash off the dirt on him. "

The well-meaning person who took care of the elderly said that the old man’s wife died young, and the two children were sent to the United States by the old professor as early as the beginning of the war. But as the war intensified, the United States re-enacted the immigration law, and the old man’s two children were repatriated. Iraq, the next day, was killed by artillery fire.

This is a country of despair.

This is a nation that suffers from multiple terror/attacks and force intimidation until it is unable to defend itself.

Here, it is not pigeons and white clouds that hover in the blue sky every day, but sirens and shells that linger for a long time.

Here, children are accompanied and played not by their parents and teachers, but by boy soldiers, young soldiers, yelling and firing guns in demonstrations.

This is a country without ideals. Under the daily bombardment and hail of bullets, food prices are soaring, and water resources are in short supply, they are being bombed to death, starved to death, thirsty to death, or even buried alive by the rebels. Wailing in pain under panic, in their eyes, "living" has become the most extravagant desire.

Where should we go now?Where should we go tomorrow?

Eddie didn't know, and didn't want to know.

Sorrow is everywhere, devastated.

It took them two months to snail-like through the slums to Baghdad.

And the moment he arrived in Baghdad, he regretted it.

A shell passed by his ear.

Deaf in left ear.

At this time, he really understood the fear of "near death".

But he didn't leave, because Priest's camera followed him all the way.

And behind the camera is the real war.

He can't leave yet.

At least not until this sequence of shots is done.

Everyone knows nothing about war.

They don't know the life of the people in the field.

They only know cannons, guns, ammunition, they only know aggression aggression aggression.

And they never know what lies behind the cannons, guns, and ammunition they want, because they have never experienced the desperation of war refugees.

Just like the research after World War II, the soldiers of any country since World War II have always left the navy and the army to the right after the war. There is no other reason, because the navy has never experienced a few battles except for a few sea battles. "Cruel" war, but the army is different, they really experienced "death" in the trenches.

A fool who has never really experienced death will always only yell ignorantly.

At this time, Eddie realized the professional meaning of "war reporter".

Tell the truth, convey the truth, and work for peace, even if it is "insignificant".

**

Four months later, Eddie returned to England.

Paul, on the other hand, joined the volunteers and remained in Iraq.

On the day before leaving, Paul looked seriously at Prairis.

He said it was a movie destined to go down in history, and he was grateful to Prairieth for bringing it to him.

Prairie did not return to England, but came to Hollywood.

After a month of preliminary editing, Preris sent the finished film to major distributors.

James Cameron was at 20th Century Fox at this time dealing with the late approval of "Avatar".

I heard that the girl who claimed to use "one camera" to go to Iraq to shoot a war film sent her new work to the reading room for review.

Suddenly stopped with interest.

Looking at his watch, there was still one hour left before the time he had agreed with the manager. James Cameron decided to watch the movie for a while before leaving.

Walking into the reading room, the executives of 20th Century Fox are preparing for the screening.

Seeing James walking in, they all stopped their movements.

"Look at yours, don't worry about me, I'll leave after a while." James waved his hand.

Hearing this, the female assistant in charge of the screening clicked the screening button.

As the first scene was broadcast, some high-level officials frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Isn't it filming Iraq? Why did the first shot show Paul tying his shoelaces, and the picture quality was so bad, did she think she was shooting a documentary for a TV station?"

Then came the second one.

"I bet she didn't use a machine that cost more than $5000."

The third.

"Cheap, boring, where's her aura from Letters from Iwo Jima?"

.........

15 minutes of screening, 15 minutes of critique, and almost no pause.

And indeed, these critiques are on point.

The pictures captured by the documentary-style camera are indeed criticized a lot, and the language of the camera is slow and procrastinated, which completely makes people lose the desire to watch.

Absolutely none of the Aura in "Sagan."

James Cameron was somewhat disappointed.

Disappointed that a young and potential junior was lost in the sea of ​​tide so quickly.

Looking at his watch, it was still early. Although James Cameron didn't want to continue watching, he decided to spend a little time in the screening room.

He stared at the screen casually.

Can fade over time.

The criticism in the room slowly disappeared.

The form of expression that is similar to a documentary but also looks like a documentary made the eyes of the audience shine.

Prisoners of war, refugees, massacres...

The camera even captured the moment when the blood jumped from the body.

real, scary....

Everyone pursed their lips involuntarily.

Instead, it was prolonged silence, and depression.

This rough and unfocused picture seems to be covered with a special layer of magic, which makes people addicted.

It is a peculiar charm.

It is also a strange, bitter medicine that makes people cry.

This kind of wonderful feeling after watching is simply...indescribable.

"What do you think?" the high-level person who criticized the longest just now asked.

After a long silence, James dropped eight words.

"The light of the times, the work of history."