[US Entertainment] Best Director

James Cameron leaves the screening room.

The remaining 20th Century Fox executives looked at each other.

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

too exaggerated.

However, it is undeniable that this is an extremely excellent movie. The unique experimental documentary-based story-based and on-the-spot script creation mode is destined for this movie to have its own place in the history of movies.

But this does not mean that this movie will have any breakthrough at the box office. Such a movie with no gimmicks, using cameras commonly used by war reporters in order to create a sense of reality, and procrastinating in the early stage is not in line with their usual selection. film standard.

Such a movie is not suitable for Hollywood.

In other words, such a type of film is not suitable for the United States, a land that advocates visual bombing.

"How to say?" The head of the 20th Century Fox marketing department broke the silence.

"There are 120 cinema lines, if it doesn't work, forget it." The executive replied.

The next day, Prairis received a reply from 20th Century Fox.

120 theaters, less than a fraction of "Letters from Iwo Jima".

However, compared with the 95 and 60 offered by Universal and Disney, it is already a relatively high proportion of theaters.

After thinking for a long time, I still refused.

Meanwhile, Spielberg also called.

Ask straight to the point.

"Reith, is your new movie sold yet?"

"Not yet."

"That's good." Spielberg looked at the invitation letter in his hand, "This year's Venice Film Festival, maybe you would like to take your film to participate?"

Venice Film Festival?

indeed.

In terms of the film festival's own hobbies, this film of hers is in line with both avant-garde and artistry.

But she still has doubts.

Because according to the memories of previous lives, Ang Lee will be the chairman of the jury at this year's Venice Film Festival, and all the films that won the awards have presented the taste of "Ang Lee"-independent spirit, Hollywood tendency, left bank.

Prairie doesn't think his "anti-Hollywood" film is in line with Ang Lee's taste.

What's more, although the Venice Film Festival is still one of the three major film festivals in Europe, it is undeniable that his international reputation has been far surpassed by Cannes, which is also the "three major film festivals in Europe". Big cut.

And in 09, it will be a year of "big change" of the Venice Film Festival - vigorously recommending newcomers, using the increase of various countries and regions and various film formats to obtain new "selling points". In this form, her This new work is not necessarily flattering.

Slight hesitation.

For a long time, he said carefully.

"I heard that the Venice Film Festival will make some changes? Whether it's "Lebanon" or "Life in Wartime"."

"Are you worried about Ang Lee's taste? If so, you can rest assured." Spielberg said bluntly.

"Why?" Prairis was a little puzzled.

Spielberg pursed his lips.

"Because Ang Lee invited you to participate in the Venice Film Festival."

Ang Lee...... Invited her to participate in the Venice Film Festival?

Prairie thought for a while. Apart from working as a camera assistant in "Life of Pi" in his previous life, he didn't seem to have any contact with this famous Asian director.

Her understanding of Ang Lee still rests on the sharp reprimand when she strayed into the camera area of ​​No. 6 camera in "Life of Pi".

"Who recruited the newcomer? I didn't hear the move or something?"

This was Pryreth's first and last job in Hollywood, and no professional-related positions would hire her after that.

May there be no one else, because of her unintentional mistake, which caused the delay of the entire crew's shooting cycle.

This is a huge shooting mistake for the staff in the professional field.

"Director Ang Lee... invited me?" Prairis couldn't believe it.

"He saw your Sagan and liked your style," Spielberg explained.

"But...my movie this time is completely different from the previous "Sagan"."

"Even if it's different, it's still an excellent film." Spielberg said patiently.

But Prairis still hesitated, he hesitated for a long time, Spielberg seemed to see Prairis's lack of confidence, and raised his eyebrows.

"Have you ever had a feud with Ang Lee?"

"No."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

"It's just...a bit confusing."

Spielberg frowned.

He didn't know what Prairie was struggling with. All he knew was that the opportunity was rare. If Prairie wanted to win the Golden Lion Award at the Venice Film Festival, the one invited by the jury would be her best film this time. springboard.

But no matter what, he respected her decision.

In the end, Spielberg said, "If you don't want to go, don't go, bring your film to DreamWorks, and I will help you prepare for distribution, but you can think about it, this may be the only time you Opportunity to hit the Golden Lion Award."

After speaking, Spielberg hung up the phone.

Of course she knew that this might be her only chance to hit the Golden Lion Award in these years or even in her life.

But when she thought that Ang Lee would be the chairman of the jury at this year's Venice Film Festival, she couldn't help but think of her past life.

Nothing and nothing.

Prairie opened the curtains.

Look out the window.

Starry.

The galaxy bends.

It was a scene never seen before.

**

The next day, he left Hollywood with the new movie and flew back to England.

Before leaving, she left a [-]-word letter to Spielberg.

She wrote in the letter that she is very grateful to Spielberg for his help and teaching in the past few years. He is a good teacher and a good guide. Without him, there would be no "Letters from Iwo Jima", and there would be She wouldn't be what she is now, but she doesn't want to rely on him to make movies anymore, she wants to deal with these things by herself, leave the letter and say goodbye, don't read it.

Spielberg received the letter on three days after Prairius left Hollywood.

He was at DreamWorks at the time reviewing scripts that were coming in these days.

The assistant handed him the letter.

After reading it, Spielberg didn't say anything for a long time.

He couldn't understand the meaning of this letter very well. This young girl had grown up and wanted to leave the shelter of her elders and go out on her own.

But the film industry is so small, why leave Hollywood?

Spielberg suddenly thought of his youngest son, Theo, who left home early to study in England. Like Praris, he was always eager to get rid of his connection with himself and develop on his own.

Are they too impatient, or are they wrong?

After a long silence, Spielberg put down the letter in his hand.

At this time, a phone call from Lido Island in Venice, Italy rang.

connected.

asked the male voice on the other end of the phone.

"There are still a few days before the deadline for registration, why haven't we received her application yet?"

"She's not going to be at the Venice Film Festival this time."

"why?"

Spielberg was silent for a moment, then answered.

"Who knows."

**

Prairie returned to his flat in England.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ennio wearing earphones and writing something on the sofa.

There are more items in the house that don't belong to her.

Putting the cashmere scarf on the back of the chair, Prairis quietly picked up the bag and walked back to the room.

The slippers stepped on the ground and made a "click, click" sound.

Ennio was stunned for a moment, thinking he had heard wrongly.

Then he took off the earphones and stood up.

The sound of "click, click" came from the house, and Ennio ran into the room ecstatically.

Sure enough, the face that made him think about it day and night was in the room right now.

She straightened the box and turned her head.

Seeing him by the door, he froze for a moment.

"Hi," she said.

Under the light, her brows are clear, bright like stars, and her unique melancholy and wanton temperament is vividly expressed in an instant.

alienated.

indifferent.

Ennio suddenly felt sour.

A strange mood suddenly rose from my heart.

Six months and eight days.

He had not seen her for six months and eight days.

Except when she returned from Iraq and sent him a text message two months ago, she never found him again.

He was like a dispensable plaything for her.

"I saw you were writing, so I didn't call you." Prairis explained awkwardly.

Eyebrows are slightly apologetic, but that's all.

There was nothing in her eyes that belonged to a throbbing that had not been seen for a long time.

She put down the clothes in her hands, and smiled distantly from a not-so-long distance.

Ennio immediately annihilated the thought of stepping forward to hug, his palm was wet, he clenched it tightly.

"I'm a little busy these days, so I haven't contacted you, sorry." Under the light, she said shallowly.

The tone was soft and sincere, but it made him feel cold.

He had chosen to accept her alienation long before she decided to go to Iraq again.

He originally thought that he could do well, at least he could live with her like this forever.

But he found that this assumption fell apart the moment he actually faced her alienated smile.

six months apart.

A short "sorry".

Ennio suddenly felt tired.

A word that was almost unimaginable before was almost on the lips.

But he held back.

He looked at Prairie wearily.

Long time, reply.

"fine."

She moved closer and kissed him on the cheek.

Kissed from chin to neck again.

Lips are thin and cool.

Like a cold wind.

The moment the button was bitten off by her, Ennio bit her shoulder exposed in the air hard until a few blood stars that only belonged to him appeared.