[US Entertainment] Best Director

The day of the awards ceremony.

London, Baker Street.

After confirming the house number several times, Prairis rang the doorbell.

There was no movement in the house.

Prairius continued to press the doorbell.

It took a long time for the door to be opened a crack.

The corners of the gray pajamas can be vaguely seen in the gap.

"...are you still asleep?"

"......"

open the door.

The expressionless Mr. Eddie Redmayce was in his pajamas, bleary-eyed.

Indifferently, he brought Prairis to the living room, and went to the room to freshen up by himself.

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Eddie Redmayce, dressed in order, came out of the room.

The dazzling tender green still lingers on Mr. Eddie Redmayce.

Praris took a few deep glances, but still couldn't hold back.

"...do you like green very much?"

"?"

"It's also good to change to dark green." Prairis continued.

"..."

"Forget it, as long as you are happy." Praris sighed.

It was evening when we came to Keswick.

The Keswick Film Festival is a niche film festival, although the investors spent a lot of money to invite Paul Anderson, it still can't save the whole decline.

There were very few reporters at the awards ceremony.

Pryris took Eddie through the deserted red carpet into the hall, found the seats that belonged to him and his male companion and sat down.

There are some film and television practitioners and representatives of investors crowded around.

Almost all men.

Prairis, who was wearing a gray-blue long dress, was particularly conspicuous among them.

The host came to the front of the stage and began to present awards one after another.

The first awards were smaller ones.

Prairie didn't care too much.

As time passed, the awards ceremony came to an end.

The next thing to be awarded is the highlight of this film festival-the best director.

Prairis sat up straight and looked towards the stage.

Paul Anderson walked to center stage smiling with a white envelope in hand.

The camera recorded the expressions of all contestants through the crane arm.

All short films in this competition will be exhibited only after the award ceremony.

Not all viewers have seen it.

Winners will be judged by the judging panel.

There was a huge uproar on the Internet about this trial standard. Some people said that the judges deliberately reported shady reports, while others said that the judgment of professionals is really reasonable.

Suzanne is Paul Anderson's number one fan, and she doesn't care about the comments on the Internet.

At the moment, she is watching the live broadcast of the awards in front of the TV.

He looked obsessively at Paul Anderson, who was wearing a black suit and smiling elegantly on the stage.

Paul Anderson opened the envelope.

The camera quickly cut to the contestants.

A young blonde girl sat among a group of men in suits.

Susannah froze for a moment.

The on-site director seemed to be very caring for the only woman present, and specially gave her a close-up.

On the screen, the young and beautiful girl froze for a moment, then reacted, and waved her hand generously to the camera with a smile.

The radiant blond hair almost blinded Suzanne's eyes.

girl?

Pretty young girl?

Susannah couldn't believe her eyes.

Suzanne herself is also a director.

She deeply knows that this art that costs money like water is not easy to learn.

A director who can shoot independently not only needs rich audio-visual language skills, but also needs a strong literary quality and continuous accumulation of time.Except for individual geniuses, it takes at least ten years of skill for an ordinary young "directing department" student to truly become a "director".

But at this moment, on the screen, this elegant smiling blonde girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old, confident and beautiful.

Suzanne stared blankly at the young girl on the screen.

She should be an actress in one of the participating short films.

Susanna looked complicated.

Cut back to Paul Anderson on stage holding a white envelope.

Under Suzanne's gaze, Paul Anderson opened the envelope with an unpredictable smile, and took out the letter paper with the winners printed on it.

"The best director at this year's Keswick Film Festival is—"

"'Alone', Preris Crander!"

Prairieth.

Like a female name, an almost impossible guess emerged in Susanna's mind.

When the elegant young girl stood up off the stage, there was a sensation in the audience.

Susannah's eyes widened.

In the eyes of everyone, Prairis walked onto the stage with her skirt lifted.

Received the trophy representing the highest honor of the Keswick Film Festival from Paul Anderson.

With a modest smile, he said gracefully, "Thank you to the judges for their affirmation."

Looking down at Eddie, who was applauding her under the stage, "I also thank the cast and crew who have contributed a lot to this short film."

"Thank you, thank you."

Three sentences ended the speech.

Shaking the trophy in his hand, Prairis bowed slightly.

The audience burst into warm applause.

The spotlight was on Prairis as he walked off the stage.

The shutter button in the reporter's hand was always chasing Priris's back.

Prairis suddenly felt an unrealistic trance.

Underfoot is the soft land of Keswick.

Prairis looked at the dazzling spotlight, as if seeing the rising sun on the coast of Santa Monica in the depths of the white light.Gorgeous and intoxicating.

She'll be back on the coast of Santa Monica.

The land of Keswick today will only be the beginning of her long journey.

Her distance is on top of the world.

The investor decides to publish all entries three days after the awards.

At this time, the outside crowd was enthusiastic about Prairie's winning the best director.

There are admirers.There are critics.There are onlookers.

Admirers praised Prairis as an emerging force of women's rights, breaking the film and television industry where male power checks and balances.

"Daily Mail" "The fighter of the times, the emerging force of women's rights!"

Critics believe that the Keswick Film Festival has a shady scene, otherwise the entries would not have been published for so long.

"The Sun" "A 17-year-old girl won the film festival, is it dark or undercurrent?"

But more are on the sidelines, they are waiting for the announcement three days later.

Times commentator Stephen is one of the watchers.

At six o'clock, the investor posted all the entries on the official website.

Stephen quickly found Pryris' work and clicked on the page.

Compared with other works, the introduction of this work is pitifully short, even only one sentence.

"The silent abyss."

So make a fool of yourself.

Stephen raised his eyebrows in disdain.

With a contemptuous mentality, he clicked play.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes...

Stephen seemed to feel the bone-chilling chill coming from the film.

Decadent, desperate, depressed....

The transitions between swaying shots are like smoking opium out of thin air, the whole person seems to be groggy, searching like a walking dead, wandering aimlessly, silently depressing groaning......

The whole world is shrouded in haze.

What is she trying to express?

When the unreasonable sideways strong light at the end was shot and fell on the hero's face, Stephen suddenly understood.

The doomsday in the film is like the present.

In this modern indifferent economy, everyone is struggling to survive in the cracks, estrangement, silence, and suspicion, just like the Tower of Babel in the Bible, where everyone protects themselves, but no one can.

Everyone is a monster climbing on the lava of desire.

At the end of the film, the illusory and cold apocalypse collapsed.

Stephen stared blankly at the screen.

There was a layer of cold sweat on his back.

At this moment, his arm was already stiff, and he couldn't even allow him to write a sentence of film review.

Stephen swallowed dry saliva.

The page automatically returned to the profile page.

Profile with eyes stuck in the center.

"The silent abyss."

More than that...

Prairis is waiting in front of the computer for the IMDB to update the score.

It has been 10 minutes since the organizer announced the work.

Not a single comment yet.

Prairis was a little nervous, and his palms holding the mouse were sweating a little.

Although she has sufficient confidence in her work, she still wants to see what the audience thinks.

At 1 minutes, the first comment was posted, followed by the second, third, ... 999+ comments.

At the moment, the score of IMDB "Alone" is 8.6.

Prairie knew she had succeeded.