[US Entertainment] Best Director

Weinstein seemed overwhelmed by Eddie.

He looked at Eddie angrily, and Prairis beside Eddie.

After a long time, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out "OK."

Eddie with the Prairie Weinstein Company.

After watching them leave, Weinstein smashed decorations throughout the office.

Weinstein's good friend Nicole Kidman happened to come to Weinstein about the new movie.

As soon as she opened the door, a glass fell to her feet.

"Bitch! Bitch! Who does she think she is? How dare she threaten me with a dubious man? I'll make her pay the price! Definitely!"

Nicole froze for a moment, then picked up the broken glass.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Pryris Crander, that bastard from England!" Weinstein slammed his fist on the table angrily.

The whole table shook with Weinstein's movement.

Seeing this, Nicole probably knew what happened.

—— Weinstein, a stinky pig that is in heat anytime and anywhere, was probably severely threatened by the director Klander.

Looking at the greasy and irritable Weinstein who looked like a fried pig in front of him, Nicole suppressed the nausea in her heart.

He stepped forward and grabbed Weinstein's arm.

Stopped Weinstein from continuing to throw things.

"Revenge will always be revenged, you just need to wait."

As Nicole's voice fell.

The photo album fell from the shelf.

This is the photo album of the Venice Film Festival last year, almost all of which are photos of the girl who won the Golden Lion Award.

Weinstein picked it up and was about to tear it into pieces when his hands stopped.

In the photo, the British prostitute sat arm in arm in a chair with another man who wasn't Eddie, behaving affectionately and smiling broadly.

It seems to have thought of something.Weinstein stopped what he was doing and laughed eccentrically.

"You're right. Just wait."

Pryris and Eddie walked out of the Weinstein Co. gate.

He looked at the empty street in front of him.

Taxis in the United States have always been difficult to get, and basically rely on telephone reservations.

Eddie looked at Prairis beside him.

"How to go back?"

"Wait for the bus." She didn't have a car in Hollywood.

"Then I'll be with you." As a matter of course, Eddie stood beside Prairis.

It was already dark.

The street lights were on, brightly.

Prairis looked at Eddie beside him;

Eddie, who came to Weinstein's place to support her just after the audition, was still wearing the dark brown trench coat he wore during the day.

The corners of the eyes are slightly tired, and Prairie can even see the slight dark circles under the eye sockets.

—he is very tired.

I have been in the industry for a long time and have not been popular for many years.

Everything in Hollywood wears him down.

He should have slept through the audition intact.

But he didn't, he came here only because of her request.

Prairis suddenly felt guilty.

And these guilts were quickly replaced by another emotion.

Eddie raised his hand to check his watch, but found that his hand was still holding Prairie's.

The ears turned red immediately.Suddenly let go.

Prairie raised his hand and glanced down at his watch.

"The bus won't come in half an hour, why don't we go have a cup of coffee?"

The light fell on Eddie's shoulders.

Warm yellow light pierced his reddened earlobes.

It's like a piece of orange-red jellybean.

He looked sideways at her.

The voice is slightly hoarse.

"Okay." He replied.

Under the light, it looks like when we met back then.

**

Weinstein started public relations.

He reproduced Pryris' works into more than 6000 DVDs, plus special decoding software, and distributed them to each committee member according to the process.

Borrowing the blessings of anti-war protests a few days ago, this time "Approaching Iraq" is so popular that even people who don't watch movies know that there is such a movie that donates all its box office to the refugees in the war zone, so Wayne Stein didn't work hard to promote "Close to Iraq" and turned to another public relations strategy-a banquet of gratitude.

Ang Lee once said that if he wants to win an Oscar, he must eat at least 100 turkey dinners.

Prairis had to eat three times as many times as 100.

Half a month later, Prairis gained ten catties.

Back to my pre-Iraq weight.

Valentino rushed a batch of new gowns after re-measurement of Prairie's measurements.

Wearing a newly tailored gown, Prairis approached the banquet hall holding Eddie's hand.

Paul walks beside them with his wife Susan.

Holding champagne, Weinstein talked and laughed happily among the academy committee members.

Seeing Prairis's arrival, Weinstein smiled and introduced to the surrounding academy committee members.

"This is the screenwriter Paul, this is the actor Eddie, and this lady is the director Klander."

"Hello." Prairis smiled and nodded with the committee members.

After some courtesy, everyone dispersed.

Eddie goes to chat with the director of his new project.

Only two or three remained where they were.

Among them were Pryris and a couple with white hair.

One of them, the white-haired lady, looked at Prairis with a smile.

Shake hands with Pryris.

"Your movies remind me of Woody Allen."

Prairie said with a smile.

"You're not the first to say that."

The white-haired lady smiled and said again.

"But I think you have a bigger picture than Woody Allen."

"pattern?"

"Yes."

There was another noise at the entrance of the banquet.

Prairis looked over and saw a woman in a silver gown walk in, surrounded by all sorts of Hollywood actors, first and second.

—Katherine Bigelow.

Ex-wife of James Cameron.

Another Oscar favorite.

In her previous life, she did win an Oscar and became the first female director to win an Oscar.

The white-haired lady followed Prairith's line of sight to Catherine Bigelow at the door.

Raise your glass.

"She is so beautiful."

"Indeed." Prairie replied.

"But I will vote for you." The white-haired lady changed her subject suddenly.

"kindness?"

"It's still the same sentence, pattern." The white-haired lady smiled and raised her glass to Praris. "Your pattern is much bigger than Catherine."

After speaking, Catherine walked in their direction.

The white-haired lady took a sip from her glass and raised her glass to Prairius.Then leave.

Catherine walked up to Prairis.

She was a little half a head taller than Prairie.

Perhaps because of his height, Prairis always felt that she was squinting at him.

"Hi, Director Bigelow." Pryris said politely.

"Unfortunately. I came here only when I heard that you would attend this banquet."

Catherine took a glass of champagne from the waiter, her eyes dim.

She took a sip and raised her hand.

Put it next to Prairis's ear.

The fingertips were only one centimeter away from Prairis's ear bone.

She smiled.

The golden hair, which is more saturated than Prairie's, hangs casually by the ear.

The lights and shadows dance like flowing gold.

Prairie stood where he was.

The earbones are somewhat stiff.

She didn't know what Catherine was going to do.

But soon she knew.

Because Catherine gently brushed the broken hair beside her ear.

up to the jaw.

She leaned closer to Prairis' ear.

"You seem to be fatter than before? But...... cuter."

When the last coda is taken away, there is even some Mexican playfulness.

Her air current rustled against her earlobe.

Prairius just felt flushed.

But soon.

next second.

Prairie was stunned.

Because in the middle of the hall.

James Cameron, with his new girlfriend, stared blankly as ex-wife Catherine Bigelow kissed Prairie Klander.

That's right.

kiss.

From his point of view, it was a kiss! !

James Cameron looked dull.

What should I do if my ex-wife kissed my favorite junior in front of me... Waiting online, I'm in a hurry.