King of Hollywood

Blinking with the sun's afterglow in the woods at dusk time, the entire estate is covered in a lost twilight. On the woodland trail, the estate's current owner, Henry and his newlywed wife, Margaret, walk shoulder to shoulder, and not far behind, follow Margaret's sister, Helen.

All three seem to have their own minds in mind, Henry is slightly impatient, Margaret is slightly embarrassed and depressed, and Helen ends up a little grumpy.

“Can't you really help him?” Margarita sighed and asked.

“Mary, you have to understand that we and he are two worlds, and we've helped him, haven't we?” Henry didn't say it slowly, “will you stop talking about it? ”

“But it's because of your help that Leonard lost his job,” Helen said after lifting her skirt and following her a few steps, staring out at Henry.

Adrian screamed "cut” right before Hopkins opened his mouth.

He frowned and shook his head slightly. He stepped in front of the three of them, looked at Hopkins, looked at Thompson, and finally held his arm and focused his eyes on Kate: "Do you know what your problem is? ”

Kate looked back and shook her head in vain. Adrian sighed and shrugged her shoulders, turning back and yelling, "Start over.”

Kate opened her mouth and seemed to want to say something, but eventually she swallowed it back, just looking at Adrian's back with a little sadness, almost a dozen times already, but he never told her what the problem was. If it was any other time, she could adjust and stroke slowly, but what was happening was a long shot, a shot that was at least five or six minutes long, always ng at the end, not only delayed progress, but also wasted everyone's energy.

“Don't worry, take your time.” Thompson whispered in her ear to comfort her, "I think Ed was hoping you'd understand what the problem was, and it would do you good. ”

“Thank you, Emma.” Kate grinned, took a deep breath and returned to her starting position.

In fact, these long shots are not available in the original version, and Adrian will naturally have to consider such an arrangement. The film is also, in a sense, a landscape film that showcases Victorian humanities on one side, and these things make up a small proportion of the film as a whole. Adrian also specially hired two experts to teach the crew to prevent errors in detail, and the costumer prop artist hired native British people.

Yesterday evening, when the work was finished, it was just like that, and the whole estate smelled extra in the dull light. The weather was so rare in England, famous for its rain fog, that the next day Adrian decided to use a long shot to showcase the scenery.

This is basically difficult for people who have copied five films in their past lives, often touching cameras. Besides, even if the shooting is not great, it can be cut into short lenses when clipping.

But as a result, Kate's shortcomings were exposed because of the length of the shoot. Although she has done a lot of homework, read the script over and over again, and discussed it with Adrian constantly, after all, there are not many films, she is still slightly naive in terms of technique, so ng has become a long story.

In the face of this situation, Adrian unexpectedly failed to provide guidance, asking only one question after each ng: Do you know what the problem is? And whatever Kate answers, she keeps shooting.

It's not that he doesn't want to coach, but if this requires a director's explanation in the long run, Kate's acting will be slow. Though she's smart, she's a lot worse than the ones who were born to act.

After two more shots, Adrian announced the end of the day after watching as the sun had completely fallen.

After dinner at the estate's restaurant, the staff started resting in three, three, two, two, two, three, two, two, three, two, three, two, three, two, three, two, three, three, two, three, two, three, three, two, three, three, two, three, three, two, three, three, three, two, three, three, three, two, three, three, two, three, three, three, two, three, three, two, three, three, two, three, three, two, three, three, three, three, two, three, three, two, three, three, two, three, three, three, two, three, three, two, three, three, three, two, three, three, three, two, three, three, three, two, three, three, three, two, three, three, three, three, two, three, three, three, three, three, two, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, two, three, three, three, three, three,

At this point, Hopkins' role was reflected in the fact that he was British and lived in the United States for a long time, and the staff respected him, so it was much more convenient to mediate.

“Emma, I'm gonna get out of here for a while, okay?” After 10 minutes in the women's room, Adrian finally wanted to leave.

I can't help it. Emma has to be with him, and he can't take the little girls and the boys and brag about it, can he? But in the women's chat rooms, the beloved little girl was like a fish with water, but he didn't find it a bit boring.

“I'm going too.” The little girl, who was also sitting in Thompson's arms, suddenly climbed down with her hands and feet, rocked over and grabbed Adrian's crotch.

“Oh, my dear Emma, could you give me some private time?” Adrian sighed and pinched Emma's little face and looked at Thompson doing it at the long table.

“Emma, let your Uncle Ed do his thing," Thompson walked over smiling and picked up the little guy from behind, "maybe you want to hear me tell you a story? ”

Emma bit her lip and looked at Thompson again and looked at Adrian. Half a mile later, she said with hesitation, “Don't be too late when you get back. ”

“Got it, miss.” Adrian helplessly lifted his hands, looked at Thompson with a sneer in his mouth, and turned around and walked out.

Coming to the living room, the people gathered here had dispersed, and Adrian walked straight to the door of the room, stretching a lazy waist against the shadows of the trees that swayed outside in the night. Luckily, in the crew, the little guys and Thompson fit together, or because they're all named Emma? Thompson is good with kids, though, right?

Adrian had to look back. Speaking of which, Emma? Thompson was also magnificent, if he wasn't married and a little older, perhaps... he suddenly picked an eyebrow and rubbed his fingers, although almost a month had passed, even though he was walking through long gloves at the time, that feeling was still very reminiscent. Adrian suddenly laughed. Greed? Of course, greed is good - well, proper greed is good. * * is what drives the development of this world. If a person can't even face his/her * *, how can he/she be qualified to say that he/she will succeed?

I went for a spin outside and Adrian was about to go back and looked up and laughed softly. Then he went into the house and went to the second floor, down the corridor to the end.

“Is it nice to wind at night, Kate?” He looked at the people on the balcony and smiled.

“Of course, it's much more comfortable than day.” Kate turned around and swept past her ear hair and said faintly.

Adrian couldn't help but shine her eyes, although she had changed her costume, but the classic temperament at the time of the show was still somewhat left on her, so now it looks like a new flavor under the hazy lights in the hallway.

“Still angry or unhappy?” Adrian walked up to her and held her back.

“A little bit, Emma and I talked, and I think I know what you're thinking.” Kate lifted her hand and seemed to want to go around his neck, but it drowned halfway down.

“Emma? Which Emma?” Adrian asked deliberately.

“You know what I'm talking about?" Kate revealed an angry look. She waved her fist and wanted to punch him in the chest. She hesitated for a few seconds to put her hand down.

Adrian couldn't help but laugh, and the way he shook his head seemed to be beating him up, and Kate couldn't help but put her hands down and raised them again. This time, however, she was held in her arms and sealed in her mouth before swinging out.

After a few whimpers, she could only lean back slightly and let Adrian rave in her mouth.

“What can I say about you, Kate?” Adrian whispered in her face, "Do you think they wouldn't know you were my girlfriend if we weren't intimate? ”

“No, I'm just...” Kate whispered, waving her hands to explain.

“Well, Kate, there are countless directors who let lovers play roles in films they direct," Adrian pinched her chin and suddenly lowered her voice, “or do you think you should be the actress? ”

As soon as the voice went down, a slight chirp came from under his ribs, and Adrian settled down with his teeth bent down. Kate, with no face on her face, had just dumped her hand and hummed softly, but after a few dozen seconds she couldn't help but hold on to Adrian, who bent over and didn't get up.

“Are you all right, Ed?” Kate asked nervously, "I didn't mean to. ”

“Knowing you didn't mean it.” Adrian suddenly hugged her with a smile.

Kate startled and then sank her face, and Adrian immediately said, "It still hurts. ”

Kate sighed out of her mouth, “Should I apologize to you? ”

“Of course," Adrian pinched her waist, “why don't we find a room and apologize slowly? ”

Cuddled up and standing high, looking at his Kate, she couldn't help but smile and said yes. Suddenly, her eyes were drawn to something. Two or three seconds later, she could not help but pat Adrian on the shoulder: “Put me down. Obviously, I'm going to be jealous again for a long time. ”

“Hmm?” Adrian was a little strange, but turned around and found out. In the hallway not far from the balcony, Emma looked at him and Kate with a strong glance, grieving and unhappy, seemed very, very unhappy, if not held, she might have run over. Thompson, who was holding her hand, stood somewhat embarrassed and shrugged with a bitter smile as Adrian put his gaze in.

Uncomfortable kid. Adrian sighed in her heart and had to put Kate down in her arms.