King of Hollywood

Now that the Golden Palm of the Cannes Film Festival is available in the Low Volume Novel of previous generations, it should be highly probable, not to mention Adrian, who has a good knowledge of film history, clearly remembers that obtaining Golden Palm's "Betrayal of Goodwill" at next year's 65th Cannes Film Festival is one of the most mediocre pieces of the Cannes Film Festival.

Speaking of which, it's really quite a bit of black humor, Quentin's production of the Low Volume Novel is obviously for entertainment and can be interpreted into various versions by film critics, and it turns out to be Cannes gold palm. While this also includes the public relations element of producer Miramax, it cannot be denied that the film critics who have been so blunt have been of great help.

In Adrian's view, there are two main features of the film: the circular structure of the chapters, the three stories, and the characters that interact with each other; and the volatile theme, which is, of course, hidden, such as John, who in the first verse glows like a protagonist? Travolta, Bruce on the second verse? Willis got killed, like the gangster who started out hunting Bruce, and then got daisy and had to get away with Bruce, not to mention Samuel in verse three? Jackson and John? Travolta didn't mean to blow the guy in the back seat when he was discussing it in the car, and so on. Details like this are everywhere, and the film critics will think it's brilliant, and it probably has nothing to do with this.

After all, The Lowlife Novel was launched in '94, and the style of circular narratives and alternative descriptions of violence were truly stunning in that era. Now, Adrian intends to move the film forward to' 92, and he already has two cult-type pieces, "Two Big Smoke Guns" and "Memory Shards," and it makes sense to make a movie like this, which is that the box office is likely to be less - and of course, more - because of the two previous films.

While less influential in the United States than Oscar, Cannes' gold palm has a high international reputation and is a dream award for directors. Now that there is such a good opportunity, Adrian will naturally not let go. As for Quentin... continue to be the owner of your video rental shop. We will find more visitors in the future.

In fact, Adrian's initial plan was to start Howard Manor after finishing Smell the Woman, but later it occurred to him that the Cannes Film Festival was held in mid-May, and if he chose to produce Howard Manor, it would not be possible in any case to kick out the Lowlife before May, even if he now had the title of a progressing lunatic in the company's privacy.

Well, it's no big deal, just swap the production process between the two films. Anyway, Howard Manor has the right to adapt this novel, and don't worry about being robbed.

Adding to the scenes of the Low Volume Novel, there's nothing worth noting about the directorial skills, so if it starts at the end of January '92, he's sure to complete the shooting mission in mid-March, and then spend another month and a half making the late one, just in time. Of course, the first prerequisite for this is the early completion of the late edition of Smell the Fragrant Woman and the early completion of the screenplay of the Low Volume Novel.

Claude was therefore very dissatisfied with him.

“Honestly, Ed, if your father hadn't called, would you have stayed home and gone nowhere?” Standing in the corner of the lobby, Claude looked at the people in the middle of the venue who were talking and asked Adrian in a toned voice.

“Impossible...” Adrian wanted to joke, but Claude turned around and looked at him with a smile and changed his mouth: "In fact, if the godfather hadn't called, I would have gone shopping with Kate, had dinner and drove around, and finally went to the Mabry villa to see, you know, I hadn't been there in a long time. ”

“Don't tell me you haven't heard from me before.” Claude closed his eyes.

“But you didn't say it on the phone, did you?” Adrian looked a little rascal with both hands.

Claude looked at him and sighed, “I don't even know what to say, Ed. Two years ago, you were out all night, and the house was just a sleeping place; two years later, you were busy doing business all day and you barely slept. While I understand your impatience, it is definitely foolish to go from one extreme to the other. ”

“Hey, when did I get too busy to sleep, I admit these days I was always very tense, but very reasonable.” Adrian warned.

“At the beginning of last month I asked you to go to Puerto Rico for a drink and you refused; three weeks ago I invited you to the party and you refused again; ten days ago I asked you to go to the stables to run horses and you still refused," Claude is not too busy counting, “your pay time is reasonable, the price is to refuse me once and again, if you want, I can cite all of last year. ”

“Okay, I admit it was my negligence, so well, next time you ask me to do something, I promise.” Adrian quickly said, thinking and adding: “Whatever I was doing at the time! ”

“Are you sure?” Claude looks at him and asks, and when he gets Adrian's affirmative answer, he says, "Okay, how about we go to my father's golf course next Thursday and play some games together? ”

“Oh, shit! You can't do this, Claude!” Adrian immediately turned a white eye, and he had come up with something to say, but Claude took it first.

Basically, rich children learn to ride horses, fence, play tennis, play golf and other activities. This is a game of the best society, and the stable and stadium are places of socialism. Many businesses are decided when playing golf. Adrian rides OK, tennis is good, fencing is marginal, only golf is very bad.

In Adrian's memory, throwing a club out when that Adrian was swinging was already a regular occurrence, even throwing himself out. Claude offered to play golf and made it clear he wanted to see his jokes.

“Hey, did you just promise me that you'd regret it now?” Claude asked with a smile.

“It's... it's not fair!” Adrian only spoke half a dozen words.

“The world wasn't fair, Ed.” Claude said in a lazy tone.

“Shit!” Adrian looked at him angrily.

Fortunately, a voice came and broke the impasse here: "Hey, Ed, Crowe, you're here. ”

“Hi, Dad. ”

“Hi, Godfather. ”

The two turned their heads and looked at the old man's cry in unison. The other person next to the old man couldn't help but laugh: “You have an excellent son and a son, Mr. Rowleys. ”

The eyebrows were picked when Adrian settled in.

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