King of Hollywood

“Everyone knows that, during the Second World War, there was a tragic massacre in Europe. At least 6 million Jews have died in Nazi gunfire, concentration camps and gas chambers, a tragic history that still lingers in our minds. A lot of people have made a lot of movies over the past few decades on this subject, and now Spielberg picks up the camera and points the shot at this sad memory, trying to find a little bit of human glow in it...”

This is an article in the issue of The Hollywood Report, which details Spielberg's journey through the production of the Schindler List with a full six-page page layout, including a series of stories about hearing about the history of his family's elders as a child, his early plans to move it to the screen, and how he discovered the original biography of the Schindler List, and then was afraid to film it because he felt unable to do so, contacted many directors who were rejected, finally decided to come to the director and then faced the dilemma of not finding an investor.

It is also accompanied by a number of exclusive photographs of Spielberg at the direction of Krakow, sprinkled in the ocean, although incitement is just right, and quite readable. So the magazine was almost out of stock as soon as it came out, and the Spielberg experience alone could be read as a novel, not to mention the Jewish Holocaust of World War II.

A number of media outlets then began to build momentum for the Schindler List from different perspectives. Of course, they were all very skilled and had nothing to do with the specifics of the story in the story, and while Spielberg's filming in Krakow was vague, seemingly rather than, much more, in retrospect of the terrible history of World War II, it was well arranged and read in no way annoying.

As a result, people who were completely curious speculated as to what kind of film the director, famous for his childhood, would make in relation to that tragic history. A lot of people have reservations about him, because this is so different from his previous film style, especially knowing that Spielberg still films with film, so more people, what age is it now, actually filming with film in black and white? This is a joke.

Of course, there were some cautious expressions of support for the idea that all speculation was meaningless before the movie went on, and who knows if Spielberg would bring a surprise? It is not too late to comment when the work is completely out.

In short, there was a lot of talk and the invisible brought more attention to the Schindler List, and it had to be admitted that the old men really had a lot of energy.

“Doesn't look too worried anymore.” Adrian dropped the newspaper in his hand and thought about it for a while and said, "These old guys know what to do, and LaVerne's at the helm, and he basically doesn't have to ask.

“Don't worry about what?” Familiar sounds echoed by the ears, and a beautiful, sexy face followed.

“Nothing, there's a big movie publicity job that can be released now.” Adrian smiled a little, not waiting for him to move, and Monica had laid her whole body in his arms.

“You seem to be making movies all the time, Ed.” She bent her arms over the back of the sofa to support her face, her lips slightly open and she looked particularly shiny.

Feeling her arms slightly fuller, Adrian exhaled comfortably, but did not answer the question, squeezing her chin on her red lips and kissing her gently, she said: "What brings you to my office? ”

“Couldn't you come because you wanted to see me?” Monique Kayan raised her eyebrows and suddenly added a touch of provocation.

“Oh, sure, but... then what?” Adrian said, reaching behind Monica and holding her hand, suddenly moving up to her chest and grabbing the soft right side.

It took Adrian a few minutes to look at Monica and say, "It's Thanksgiving in a few days. I want to spend it with you. How about we go to Italy? ”

“To Italy for Thanksgiving?” Adrian was a little surprised, but his hand didn't stop.

“Yes.” Monica stopped saying anything after saying the word, just looking at him with brown eyes.

Adrian certainly knew what she meant, and in fact, he had thought about it before, and the end result was that he was better off alone. But that doesn't seem to work right now, and at least a dozen days away from Thanksgiving, Monica has sent out an invitation in person, and maybe the next second Julia calls.

Although Julia still leaves him, Adrian realizes that this is just a sign. Is the enthusiasm after every date fake?

“Well, then, let's go to Italy, where's the beautiful scenery you haven't been?” After a little reflection, Adrian agreed to Monica's request and then leaned over and kissed her cheek gently.

She was deliberately invited to his office and would only be saddened if she refused. Although Monica was basically his own, she should have done less. As for Julia, there's Christmas.

“Really?” Monica revealed a surprise. After receiving a positive answer, she kissed Adrian enthusiastically and stopped after a long enthusiasm. I really saw Jewish tenderness.

“Let me think about how we can make the most of these four days and, of course, a little longer.” Adrian's fingers climbed gently across her lips, "Forget it, why don't you arrange it. ”

“Really? That's really up to me.” Monica opened her mouth and gently bit his finger, watching Adrian for a long time, and her mouth curled up a demonic curve: “By the way, Ed, have you and your little secretary tried the office leak * point? ”

“Unfortunately, not yet.” Adrian sighed and had no desire to hide.

While some methods are common and different for everyone, there is still a need to think about how to achieve them.

“Oh, that's a shame.” Monica suddenly grabbed Adrian's hand, which she had never given away on her chest, and watched as his eyes began to burn slowly.

Her black coat was hung on the hanger, she was wearing a striped shirt between blue and white, a black vest on the outside, a pair of snow and white trousers underneath, long hair down, and a couple of drifting seas on the forehead, just like a sexy thing.

Unfortunately, without waiting for Adrian to speak, the knocking rang, and Adrian, who had already put his hand on the button on Monica's vest, turned a white eye and stood up and shouted: "Come in. ”

“Your guests are here, Adrian - sir.” Charlize walked in, and although she was very restrained, she couldn't help but look Monica in the eye with her hair and clothes.

“Since you have a date, I won't bother you, Ed.” Monica stood up and took off her coat and put it on, picking up her handbag and saying so.

“Okay, be careful on the way.” Adrian nodded.

“Goodbye, don't forget our deal.” Monica walked to the door, deliberately giving Adrian a glamorous look in front of Charlize and walked out with a dash.

Adrian shrugged with a smile, and Charlize hummed in a slightly invisible voice and turned away.

At no time will a woman change anything. With a heartfelt sigh, Adrian closed her smile and two young men and a child walked in.

“Hello, Mr. Adrian.” When the young man first reached out, compared to a few days ago, he still seemed a little thin, but much better in terms of mental state.

“I didn't expect you to be discharged.” Adrian then made a sit-down gesture.

“If I don't get out of the hospital again, even if I don't die of smoking * *, I'll be bored to death by those reporters.” The young man shrugged his shoulders and his unbridled temperament suddenly appeared, as if the word had been born to describe him.

The most eye-catching gossip about a star since Halloween, Ferrivan? Phoenix was sent to the hospital for help because of an overdose. The media ridiculed it almost overwhelmingly, claiming that it was another excellent example of the self-depravity of a Hollywood child star, the youngest film emperor in the history of the Venetian Film Festival, no longer glowing.

They're always like this, holding you up to heaven when you need it, and stepping on the ground when it leaks. The most obvious example is that Adrian's memory should be filled with memories and sighs of Rivan in the media these past few days, as he has left the world without timely treatment for overdose.

“In that case, it would be better to say less, to know that you have come back from a circle of life and death, and that life is precious.” Adrian said gently,

“Yes,” Rivan nodded after a few seconds of silence, "I've made up my mind to give up * * altogether. ”

“Even if you don't make up your mind, we'll find a way to get you out of it," said Silver, the youngest brother in the family, suddenly staring at him. "If you touch those things again, I'll make you look good. ”

Jakunla on the other side of Silver touched his brother, and Raven touched his head with a smile of pity.

“I promise I won't touch it again, Silver, I swear.” He said that his voice was light but firm.

Their brothers are really nice.

The promised Silverado smiled before realizing that it was in someone else's office, and in the office of the benefactor who saved his brother, and immediately stuttered: "Well, hug... sorry, Mr. Adrian...”

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