[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

The way Edmondo made the phone stop vibrating was by pulling out the battery instead of answering the call, and he was basking in great joy right now and didn't want anything to ruin his good mood. (Knees to know it's his lovers and Anderson to accuse him of being too reckless) Leonardo is still in a bit of a panic, so Edmondo suggests that he stay with the crew.

Leonardo was reluctant, but his calf was still shaking, and he could only watch the ambulance take him to the hospital.He knew he could ask Edmundo to stay with him, but he didn't do that in the end. He had done enough today, and Edmundo was going to negotiate a deal with the shipyard soon, so he didn't want to be hated for it.

"You're backing off a bit, Leo," Kate told him, sitting next to him on the couch, as they awaited a session with a therapist, which London had arranged as compensation. "You just went through a robbery and someone put a gun to your head. Of course you have the right to have Edmund with you. What a great opportunity, but you missed it."

Leonardo sat there propping his chin and sighing. "Do you think I wanted Edmundo and that boy named Jason to go? I had to," he said. "Edmundo hates it when he's working, and I've It's too obvious that he has already hinted that if I want to have a normal relationship, he will leave me, and I don't want to take risks."

"PoorLeoboy." Kate Winslet sighed with pity, "Sorry, I can't help you. If you like someone like Edmondo, you can only consider yourself unlucky."

Leonardo gave her a somewhat bitter grimace back.

At the same time, Edmondo took Jason to find the old Tommy who was about to sell the shipyard.Old Tommy was a simple man, and he danced with excitement when he heard that they were American filmmakers from Hollywood. Although he was a little frustrated with the idea that they just wanted to rent, he didn't take advantage of it and change his terms.

For this reason, Edmondo changed his strategy after a little thought, and he readily agreed to Old Tommy's conditions.A few minutes later he contacted DreamWorks' financial department, and finally won the abandoned shipyard at a price of 533w.The price has been negotiated, and now only the contract and remittance are left. Edmondo called the set crew of his future crew and asked them to move the set to London for construction as soon as possible.

"I don't understand, Eddie, why did you buy the whole shipyard just for this movie?" Jason asked after seeing off old Tommy while wandering around the factory with Edmondo, and he bent over to pass A chain, and then asked: "I know that shooting here can reduce part of the tax, and the local government || provides subsidies, but even if all the films under the Future DreamWorks come here to shoot, you must at least have 10 years to pay back."

Edmondo smiled back at him. "You're good at math," he praised, "but you've chosen the wrong direction. I didn't buy it to keep it used for scenes. It has other magical uses."

"You stumped me." Jason shrugged, "What is the magical effect?"

"Theme park." Edmondo replied, "After we finished filming "Bug", we directly used some props and scenes in it to transform it into a theme park, so that we can rely on this IP after the movie becomes popular in the future. Continue to make money. Movies attract tourists to theme parks, and theme parks can bring traffic to movies. Have you seen this cycle? That’s how money can make money.”

Jason's eyes widened, and his eyes were stunned. He didn't expect Edmundo's ambition to be so big. "This is really—" The second half of his sentence was drowned in shock, he took a deep breath, and then said: "But, Eddie, all of this must be built on the basis that the movie can really become a phenomenon like "Star Wars" Come on, do you really have confidence in it?"

Edmundo stopped. He stood there looking at Jason with strange eyes. "If you don't have confidence in my movie, then why do you try to get a role, it's quite contradictory, isn't it." He asked with a frown.

Seeing that he was angry and flustered, Jason hurriedly explained, but before he could explain clearly, Edmondo returned to his smiling face.

Edmundo waved his hand to indicate that it's okay, he said: "Relax, baby, I didn't blame you. You just said something right, I have great confidence in this movie, it will become a phenomenon-level movie, and become a DreamWorks production." On the number one ace IP."

"That's good." Jason smiled reluctantly, "You have to believe that I don't mean anything else, I'm just worried about you."

Edmundo found a beach umbrella and two deck chairs. He set up one first and cleaned it up a bit and then lay down on it. Then he motioned for Jason to come too, and he wanted to tell him about the movie.

"Come on, Jason, we all know that what you are worried about is whether the movie will have any profit money for you in the end. You signed a box office sharing contract, isn't it, um, a smart move." Edmondo said, "What about my movie? Ever lost money? Not in the past, not now, and never in the future. You have to learn from Leo, he is the leading actor, when have you ever seen him complain."

Jason pursed his lips, and after he calmed down, he returned to his usual happy look.

"Well, I believe you. Your movies have never lost money. This is obvious to all." He moved an ordinary chair and sat next to Edmondo, and asked with some gossip: "Speaking of Leon Nado, I have a question I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time—is Leonardo important to you to the point where you’re willing to make a movie about him, I mean, don’t the others get the chance?”

Edmondo raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled into an ambiguous arc.

"Who told you that the movie is tailor-made for him, and it doesn't matter whether it is important or not. I wrote a script and he is very suitable. That's it, a very simple logical relationship." He said, "As for the opportunity, All I can tell you is that everyone has a chance, including you, honey."

It was so flawless and confused all the points so perfectly that Jensen almost applauded the answer.No wonder he can always insist on being himself, let others willingly own a part of him, and when he looks into his eyes and says something promise or answer, no one can object.

"Have you ever thought about being a press spokesperson? You're so good at it." Jason said as he knelt down beside Edmundo, the cold concrete floor stimulated his senses, and he held Edmondo Demondo's hand said: "If I still have a chance with you, then can I get Leonardo's place?"

"Oh my dear, I'm sorry if you're talking about the position of the hero in the movie; I'm still sorry if you're talking about the position next to me." Edmondo replied with a somewhat arrogant smile, Taking advantage of the situation, he sat up and looked closely at Jason. He said in a soft tone, "But you are always my favorite—as long as you work hard, I will do my best to help you. I won't just Make this movie, can you see what I mean?"

Jason's pupils moved, then nodded, he quickly glanced at the lips that were close at hand, and then kissed them without hesitation.

"You asked me why I tried my best to get the role in your movie. Now I can tell you that I am not only for fame, but also for you." ||I'm addicted to drugs, and to me you're a drug|| drug - tell me how I can get you off."

Edmondo smiled with his shiny lips. He had heard so many people describe him that way, and he was quite aware of his own charm. Jason was not the most sincere one.

But what does that matter? He only promised to give him a chance. Whether he can succeed in the end is not a question for Edmonton to consider.

"I want you, very, very much." Jason also came to the recliner, "I hope there are no surveillance cameras here."

Edmondo hooked his neck.

……

The next day, Leonardo and the crew left the hospital to continue their publicity work. Taking advantage of the gap, he called Edmondo, but there was a voice of 'shut down' from the receiver.At the same time, Jason woke up from the empty big bed with a sticky note and a bank card on the bedside.

Edmondo ruthlessly abandoned them. He is going to Christopher Nolan today to find out about the movie, and he doesn't want to bring anyone.

Edmondo went to the set of "Following" first, and there were almost no people there. They told him that Nolan was going to listen to a lecture given by a famous mentor, so they gave the whole crew two days off.Following the address given to him by the staff, Edmondo came to the lecture site. There was a small blackboard at the door of the classroom, on which was written today's content "How do genius directors arrange shots and final effects"

Coincidentally, the talented director they are going to focus on today is Edmundo Moreira.

Looking at his picture on the small blackboard, he couldn't help chuckling.The lecture had already started when he found a baseball cap and walked in. It was a large lecture theater, the slides were being shown, and the room was dark. Edmondo walked quietly like a late student Got in and sat in the last row.Finding Nolan and asking him to understand the situation has become a secondary problem, and he really wants to hear how the mentor interprets him.

After watching the basic principles of movie narrative for a few minutes, I finally came to the point, and the clips from "Where I Was Born and Raised" began to play on the screen, but what Edmondo didn't expect was that the quilt came out The clips are not his carefully designed storyboards, but a set of ordinary shots that cannot be more ordinary.

In the picture, Matthew McConaughey (the protagonist) has just realized that he cannot completely wash off the brand of slums on his body. He ran crazily on the street, knocked over many pedestrians and vendors along the road, and someone even threatened him with a gun. turn a deaf ear.Due to the strong movement, Edmondo had a headache for a while during post-editing, and finally decided to use a fast montage to express it.

Not only these few shots, but this whole paragraph is very ordinary.They didn't even take Edmund's mind to design them, they just kind of had an idea in his mind, and when he arrived on set he decided on the fly how he was going to shoot it.From Edmondo's point of view, this is no different from his random supplementary shot of the scenery.

It should also be noted that this section was completed in the later stages of filming, because of lack of funds, Edmondo had to go into battle with handheld photography, and he and the actors rehearsed many times before shooting before finally showing it in front of the camera. Pass.

"—But this section is enough to see Edmondo's genius. He didn't use the whole section of follow-up beats to express the emotional turmoil of the characters, but cut it into pieces, and then expressed it from different angles. See In the end, the male protagonist fell down at the fruit stand, and his confusion reached its peak. At this time, the camera naturally switched to the upper part, that is, the brothel described in the first half of the movie, showing the impermanence and intractability of fate. Well, Edmondo's arrangement is so ingenious. Then the camera zooms out, and the protagonist is not Matthew McConaughey, or anyone, but the city—”

bullshit.

Except for the phrase "the protagonist is this city", everything is bullshit.

Edmondo was lying on the table, his face buried in the middle of his arms, his shoulders shrugged, and he was trying to suppress his own smile.The instructor passionately analyzed the language of the next camera on the stage, and the students in the audience were also excited to hear it, and they communicated in a low voice from time to time, as if they could become the next Edmondo and stand on top of the world as long as they learned these things.

Edmondo couldn't hide the sense of absurdity in his heart.

Soon, the instructor began to analyze to the students what the director wanted to express when making a movie, and he once again praised Edmondo to the sky.

"—Like Fellini, Hitchcock and Kubrick, their camera use is master class, and Edmondo's many skills and tricks even surpass them, guiding the audience's thinking to Go in the direction he wants to go."

Bullshit, every word is.

He didn't use any skills or tricks, he just wanted to shoot like this, and he hoped that the plot would go on like this. If you want to ask him why these shots were shot like this, the answer Edmundo can give is "I just want to do that."

Amidst the exclamation of the students, the instructor talked about his use of light in the film.

Edmondo propped his chin and pulled out a helpless smile. He just thought that certain lighting would make the camera more comfortable. For example, he likes to make a complex character in the shadows or in the light during dialogue.

If you want to ask him why, he really can't find a standard answer. Edmondo guesses that this is the performance of genius.

A man called a mentor is passionately analyzing on stage, while the director analyzed by him completely overthrows him in the audience. Isn't this much more exciting than the plot of a movie?

Perhaps his performance was too obvious. The students listening in the front row turned their heads from time to time and gave Edmundo who was hiding in the darkness a warning look, but Edmundo ignored them.

It didn't take long before the lecture came to the live question and answer session, and at this moment, the instructor finally couldn't stand the young man who was sitting in the last row and kept 'laughing' at him. He cleared his throat and pointed his finger at the weird guy.

"—I noticed a latecomer in our classroom who seemed dismissive of what we were teaching today, which was the skill of the talented director Edmondo. Maybe I didn't explain the movie more clearly , but no one can deny its enormous success, not only artistically but also commercially."

The instructor talked a lot, and finally he paused for a few seconds, and asked the ignorant boy a question, he opened the first movie clip of the explanation and asked: "Do you think Mr. Moreira What are you thinking? If it were you, how would you shoot?"

All the students in the audience looked back at the dark corner. There was disdain, sarcasm, and ridicule in their eyes. Everyone was waiting for Edmondo to make a fool of himself.Except Christopher Nolan.He thinks it is not decent enough to make people come down from power.

Someone wanted to get up to turn on the light, but was refused by the instructor.And the argument he gave was: show some mercy to the poor guy, the audio-visual language class should not be so mean.

Little did he know how big a hole his behavior had dug for himself, and what a great stage effect it had created for Edmondo.

Edmondo pressed the brim of his hat and smiled lowly.

"I don't think he was thinking about any technique when he was filming this part. In fact, I think his mind was empty when he was filming." He said with a smile in his voice, "Just because the plot developed there, And he couldn't think of any other way to express it. I guess this shot didn't even take him more than 10 seconds to conceive."

The audience gasped, and everyone lamented that this guy didn't take the talented director too seriously.

Amidst the sound of sucking air-conditioning one after another, Edmondo got up and walked to the aisle, and then walked slowly towards the podium.

"The direction of your research and analysis is completely wrong. In my opinion, you should not study Edmundo's methods, because he really has no methods. Those things are in his head, and he can use them as he wants. Use, for no reason."

"It's not like what you said, it was arranged because of the need to express the character of the characters or the tense environment. He is just telling stories, and the way of telling stories is his innate."

"Just like someone proposed to study Einstein's brain, half a century has passed, and people have not gotten any useful information except that 'Einstein has a higher IQ than ordinary people'. People still don't know what to do. How to improve one's IQ, I don't know how to research such a profound theory that can promote social development."

"Geniuses are weird, and if you try to be them, you'll never have a place of your own."

"I'm not against everyone's research and study of good movies, but please remember that some shots that catch your eye are likely to be the inspiration of the director or photographer on the set."

"Don't rigidly focus on the details. That's not learning, it's copying, it's continuing to use, or even plagiarism. They didn't think about anything, didn't think about whether they could achieve any effect, but because it was easy to use in this paragraph, they were eventually rejected. Adopted."

"I don't want to sound arrogant, but it's true, and that's the difference between most people and geniuses."

"As for how I know—"

Edmondo walked slowly and talked slowly. As his figure became clearer, the students on both sides of the aisle gradually opened their eyes.Soon Edmondo walked into the range of the screen light, the darkness receded, he took off the baseball cap that was pressing on the white hair, and the sound of gasping in the classroom sounded again, this time stronger than before.

He stepped onto the podium, as if a spotlight was shining on him, all eyes were on him.He walked slowly in front of the already dumbfounded instructor, showing an apologetic smile.

"—Because I am the director of this movie, Edmundo Moreira himself."

……

After all, the instructor is just a lecturer and not a master speaker. The podium was completely taken away by Edmondo. He took the megaphone and told everyone on the scene about his mental journey of filming.The entire classroom was silent, and everyone listened intently to his narration with their swollen faces. No one took notes this time.

It cannot be denied that he is arrogant, but his arrogance is not annoying, because he has full arrogance capital.

Like today's lecture, if someone who had nothing to do with him came out and said, 'Edmundo wasn't thinking of anything when he took these shots', it would be considered a lunatic to belittle him.

Speaking of the second half, the organizer of the lecture also came to the scene. They wanted to make some remedies, but Edmundo adjusted the atmosphere very harmoniously on stage, even better than the previous instructor.

This is what was born, Edmundo Moreira was born to be the focus, born to have all the good qualities, to be sought after.

"Don't be me, be yourselves."

Edmondo ended his speech with such a remark full of chicken soup.

After the applause passed, he went to find Nolan, and under the escort of the organizer of the lecture, he was finally not stripped |naked| naked by those fanatical fans.As early as ten minutes ago, he took advantage of the time on stage to confirm his position.Nolan's eyes were a little dull, and he followed Edmundo like a slow pocket watch. Obviously, he did not expect this kind of thing to happen.

"Hey! Come back to your senses, Christopher, don't tell me you believed what you just said." Edmundo snapped his fingers in front of his eyes and said, "You have your genius, don't learn from me, learn from my aura It will all disappear, and that's the last thing I want to see."

"I just, uh—" Nolan smiled with difficulty, "I already believed that, about your camera scheduling, presentation method and lighting, and I planned to use them in my movie. Who knew you —God, I have to take my time."

"Seriously, don't be like me, I don't want to see my shadow in your "Following", promise me." Edmondo said, "Speaking of which, how is your movie going, what are we doing? When can I get the film for trial?"

Nolan seemed to be still out of the situation. He closed his eyes and paused for half a minute before finally recovering.

"All the scenes have been filmed, and there are only some close-up shots that need to be re-shot. I have to sort them out and start post-production." He said with a breath, "It is because I am going to start post-production and I I have never done a complete post-production of a feature-length film, so I wanted to come to this lecture to listen to it, thinking that there might be some gains.”

Edmondo waved his hand in disgust. “These kinds of lectures don’t do anything but give you some blind confidence,” he said. “You know what’s going to get you there?”

"What?" Nolan asked.

Edmondo smiled. "Be my assistant director."

Nolan froze. He wanted him to—be his assistant director?

Edmondo said: "My new film will start shooting in London in November. I promise it will be an epic production. I will show you what is my real lens language and what is the top post-production, including How one of the coolest special effects teams in Hollywood makes it look like actors have actually traveled to fantasy land."

He paused, shrugged, and continued: "They haven't arranged an assistant director for me yet, I think I have the right to decide, how about it, it sounds pretty good."

It's more than good, Christopher Nolan is so happy.He had long wanted to see how Hollywood's top directors make arrangements on the set before making independent productions. He had been struggling with no one bringing him into the circle, so how could he let it go when he finally got the chance.He straightened his collar, then stood up solemnly and held out his hand to Edmondo.

"I am very willing to be your assistant director." Nolan said, "Thank you, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Edmondo shook hands with Nolan, as if he had finalized a billion-dollar deal.The two chatted for a while, and finally the topic came to where to eat dinner.

And at this moment, an accident happened.

A black-haired young man passed through the security guards, jumped over the seats in the lecture theater, and deftly came to Edmondo.He was wearing black-rimmed glasses and holding a notebook, as if he had exhausted all his strength and courage, he took a deep breath and handed the notebook over.

"I'm Cillian Murphy, I've admired you for a long time! Can you, can you sign me!" His lips were trembling and his face was flushed, "I'm going to participate in the stage play competition soon, If, if it doesn't bother me, I'd like a word of encouragement, a single word will do! Please!"

Edmondo blinked, and the shy black-haired boy in front of him suddenly met a supporting character in his script, so he hooked the corner of his mouth, took the notebook slowly and signed his name smartly, and then When returning the notebook, he grabbed the boy's hand and pulled him to his eyes for a closer look. The boy's face was even more red than before.

"Mo, Mr. Moreira, what are you, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice softer than a mosquito's. "I, uh, I'm not ready for—"

"Since you have acting experience in stage plays, I don't think you need to make any preparations." Edmondo squeezed his chin to look around, and then he asked: "Have the confidence to play a person with a communication disorder, who suffers from Any weird boy with Asperger's?"

The boy named Cillian Murphy was stunned.

At the same time, in Los Angeles, Lucy frowned as he watched the screen full of data, and then he made a phone call.

"It's time." He said, "Close the Internet cafe."