Chicago 1990

"Dududu..."

After the awards ceremony, Song Ya and the three screenwriters were allowed to enter the service area where only the winners could enter. They propped their elbows on the old-fashioned counter, humming and waiting for the goldsmith inside to paste the little golden man with his own name. Pure gold flakes, with one foot on the toe, dangling gracefully.

Hum, there is no apocalypse, no apocalypse...

"These are all made in Chicago."

The goldsmith set him up with Johnny Carson's little golden man and put it on the counter and laughed.

"I know, I know." The Oscar statuette has been produced by the Owens factory in Chicago. Song Ya used the two documents signed by him and Johnny Carson in exchange for the two trophies.

Beginning in 1950, trophies were not allowed to be resold for awards and awards. Such legal commitments must be made in advance to get the statuettes. This also led to the increasing speculation of the auction prices of statuettes issued before 1950. Higher.

One hand, one hand, and when he left the counter, he just saw a large number of brave heart crew lining up behind him. He kindly congratulated the big winner Mel Gibson and others. The others were very friendly, and Mel Gibson himself was more perfunctory.

Che, this is going crazy, I'm afraid it's not another Kevin Costner?

Without seeing the opportunity to make a lot of money, Song Ya will never put a hot face on someone's cold ass now. He won the best director's best film in one fell swoop. The king of Hollywood, who is still full of commercial results, is not worthy of him.

Ok?However, the heroine Sophie Marceau did not come to the scene. Song Ya had seen the trilogy of the French beauty who dared to act and the celebrity director and husband André Zulaski. The movie was confused about everything he wanted to express. , I only remember some of her shots.

Alas, European films and art films are all talkative, and I don’t know if the critics who praised them really understand the connotation of the film that ordinary people cannot understand.

French talent is true and open. The director asks his wife to make that kind of movie...

Thinking wildly, go to the interview area to line up again. The winners have to hold a trophy to accept photos and interviews with the media. Of course, the Oscar Organizing Committee will not let the stars really go boring in line. There is a small bar in the waiting area where you can sit and drink. Order something and socialize.

"Tonight is a good night..."

With his stomach growl, he hummed a song and put the two golden men on the bar, and snapped his fingers at the bartender, "A glass of soda, do you have any food?"

"Of course, congratulations, APLUS." The bartender quickly fixed it.

After groping for a long time in the pocket of his dress, Taraji seemed to have only prepared a hundred banknotes for himself?Take out one and put it next to the water glass.

"Thank you." The bartender smiled and took the money away.

"Boy, if I were you, I would return the trophy." A hoarse voice rang in his ears.

"Mr. Eastwood, haha..."

He turned around and saw that the old cowboy, who also acted and directed him, also won the best director and best picture award at an Oscar, was sitting next to him, but this year he Doesn't seem to have won a prize?"It must be, otherwise Mr. Carson will kill me."

He thought the other party was referring to the little golden man he led for Johnny Carson, so he responded with a joke.

"No, I mean this."

Clint Eastwood pointed to the trophy inscribed with Song Ya's own name.

"What, what do you mean?" Song Ya didn't understand the other party's humor.

"You think you understand by yourself what you did in the adaptation of the cat and mouse game script. It is disdainful for everyone to exchange money for the name of the screenwriter..."

Clint Eastwood replied: "There is also a quota system for specific groups of people. Doesn't that destroy the purity of film art?"

Really straightforward, so he meant he was not worthy of this award?"Quota system?" Song Yaguang rushed to the high ground of political correctness, "You are very white..."

Clint Eastwood laughed dryly, "Whiskey, thank you." He had no intention of arguing, and raised his hand to summon the bartender.

"APLUS, it's up to you." A staff member came to remind.

"Seriously, Mr. Eastwood, maybe one day in the future, the so-called quota system in your mouth will become your western cowboy."

If he didn't opportunistically talk to this kind of hardcore elephant party white man, Song Ya fought back in his ear harshly and exchanged for a louder laugh.

Really, who won the prize in name...

Song Ya looked at Johnny Carson's trophy, and felt quite wronged. If you want to talk about it, you can only use the Apocalypse plug-in.

"APLUS, what do you think of the opening fashion show performance? Do you like this kind of awards format?"

In the interview area, Song Ya was asked this question after accepting congratulations from the reporters and joking with each other.

"Very good, I like it very much." He smiled and replied.

Ok?Looking at the reactions of the reporters, it seems that they did not get the answers they were expecting?Regardless, the reporters did not ask any more questions, so he and the other three screenwriters began to tout each other.

"What happened to that fashion show?"

Finally I was able to rendezvous with his subordinates, and handed Johnny Carson's golden figure to his agent, Song Ya asked Yeremov.

"I was scolded. The audience and the media don't like this form." Yeremov said angrily. "Some people say that as an investor in cat and mouse games, you got an Oscar with money and benefited from it. The judges dare not let the African-American group get nothing this year."

No wonder Clint Eastwood said that just now, Song Ya rolled his eyes, "Don't worry about the gossip, what's next?"

"Of course it is attending the Oscar dinner party at Vanity Fair!" Yeremov laughed.

There will be many parties in Hollywood on the night of the Oscars, but in recent years, Vanity Fair’s dinner parties have won the favor of most stars and film company executives with extravagant drinks and food prepared by celebrity chef Wolfgang Parker. , Almost everyone will go, even if they don’t eat, they can communicate with each other. There are also countless reporters waiting to provide exposure opportunities for the stars.

Besides, everyone will go on a proper diet for fear of trouble at the award ceremony. Now everyone is hungry and thirsty, and the award ceremony is over. It is a good time to indulge yourself.

"Amy and they have passed." Taraji said.

What are you waiting for? Song Ya got into the car too.

The Vanity Fair dinner is not far away, and it will arrive soon. I heard that it will accommodate thousands of people at the same time during peak hours, and thousands of people who are eligible to attend the Oscars ceremony. It is a big Vanity Fair.

"Hollywood is indeed more prosperous than the record industry."

Song Ya looked through the big gift packages given to each nominee by the Oscar Organizing Committee in the car. It is said to be very valuable, but most of them are golf clubs, medical beauty, high-end hotels, restaurants, Coupons for luxury stores.

"This thing is taxable, unless you give it to a charity or refuse to claim it." Taraji said eagerly.

"Then donate it to'Where is the love'." The decision is not difficult to make, "Then... you pick whatever you want."

Taraji cheered excitedly, and then went away.

"APLUS, APLUS..."

As soon as she got off the bus, Song Ya met a large group of tall models, perhaps in response to Jesse Jackson’s accusations. This year’s fashion show has a majority of ethnic minority models. Among the five people who opened the show, three were African-Americans, and one was Slavic. The Asian face of the name has only one white man.

Although Tyra Banks is being suppressed by the top supermodel Naomi Campbell, she is already able to act as the eldest sister in the same-level model group. Seeing her eyes shine, she immediately twisted the catwalk and came over, "Long time no see. "Also licked his lips.

Pretend?Although there was a love affair once, but then you always liked to show off in public, isn't it?As a result of my quarrel with Mimi, Song Ya immediately caught up with caution, "Tara? Long time no see, it's a pity to think of it. I couldn't cooperate with the MV back then... Hey, or today..."

The surface is slapped, but the actual words are like a knife. He knows what these models care about.

"No!? Oh...Tara! Didn't you keep saying that you used to be with APLUS..." There was a bitch exclaimed from the model whore next to him.

"Puff!" The other models also covered their mouths for fun.

With these'good sisters', the jokes will soon spread out of the circle, and Song Ya is confident in their ability to spread.

"I, I..." Tyra Banks was stunned, so embarrassed that the corners of her mouth began to tremble.

Hum, I told you to like to play the stamp collection record, "I have a chance to contact." Song Ya was in a good mood, and the haze of the episode with the old cowboy before disappeared.

"You don't have the boss's contact information yet?" Taraji made up the knife beautifully and stuffed a business card into her hand who was dumbfounded.

Regardless, Song Ya walked into the evening banquet hall. The executives of the major film companies who hadn't appeared at the awards ceremony before came. He looked up and wanted to find Linton first, and then went to talk with Harvey Weinstein.But soon, he was surrounded by African-American cast and crew who were messing around in Hollywood, so I had to thank all the congratulations from various angles, and I was tired of coping.

"APLUS, thank you for what you did for me."

Spielberg’s problem goddaughter, Drew Barrymore walked over, and under the eyes of everyone, she blatantly took to her the reason for the fight between him and Xiao Li in the nightclub. She was very smart, and took the initiative to scratch her palms while shaking hands. This was impossible before, "Godfather is over there, shall we go together?"

"Vanity Fair ah?" I don't know when Amy approached, she simply folded her arms and demonstrated to Drew Barrymore with her eyes.

The people of Zhongxing Gongyue quietly dispersed very thoughtfully.

"Amy, you have to adapt to Hollywood soon after you entered the industry." Drew Barrymore replied, but did not entangle further.

"I feel every woman here wants to sleep with you tonight." Amy grumbled as she watched her turn away.

"Huh? Really?"