King of Hollywood

Looks like my little Charlie seems to have signs of jealousy, well, I told you when my little Kate gets back, everything will be different. Adrian took a quick step down the corridor with a smile on his face. He couldn't help but think about what happened at Kate's house the other day. Some things really had to touch the wall before he could repent. Of course, Roger did well, but if she hadn't left...

Adrian shrugged his shoulders, and anyway, he felt a lot for Kate, after all, this was his first woman.

With the editorial department already within sight, Adrian converged and pushed the door.

“Hey, guys, how's it going?” He laughed out loud and asked, and there were countless noises coming up.

“Oh, shit, I just thought of a plot. Can't you just be quiet? ”

“He's here again, he's here again, and I really don't understand whether he's a director or a contributor. ”

“He's nothing. He's a vampire. He won't stop until he sucks us clean. ”

Adrian shook his head with a smile as he watched the seven mouths clatter and twitch the writers. From what Pix inspired, he adjusted the editorial department to this, and, of course, not entirely, and to a much different extent, after all, this is a real life movie company, and Hollywood is the only Pix in any atmosphere.

So while it inspired the writers' creative enthusiasm, it also made them a little paranoid, but Adrian couldn't help it, for example, now that he's softly coughing, he shouts, “Okay, you guys, be quiet, or I'll reschedule Julius."

Jules has always been the best of several writers, plus she has some wrists, so she's been helping with the management for a long time. LaVerne wanted to promote her as head of the editorial board, but Jules refused, and she wanted to move on more to the producer side, so Adrian arranged for her to be one of the executive producers in the Yummy Love crew.

These guys have seen Jules' wrist and have been made to obey, although most of the time it was because of Mr. Noble, head of the editorial department, who stood up for her, but they still didn't want her back.

“Well, boss, we didn't say anything.” Durant, one of the writers, quickly raised his hand.

I don't have amnesia. ”Adrian reached out and pulled his ears out with his pinky fingers.

“Hey, boss, can I kill you?” Another writer, Athanis, smiled and shifted the subject.

“Of course not. You're going to kill me. Not only is no one paying you any more, you're going to spend the rest of your life in jail.” Adrian had a serious look and suddenly attracted Haha's laughter.

“Okay, guys, let's get down to business. How's it going?” He clapped his hands.

“One is nearing the end, and all you have to do is get it done on schedule; the other is only half-written, and we agree that John's plot doesn't work with you.” Etannis introduced.

“Really?” Adrian picked up the already nearly finished script and flipped it, “What do you think? ”

“An excellent story, with ups and downs and turns, that can make people warm their blood qq and make people cry. The last scene, if filmed, would be very classic.” Durant said.

“Nothing wrong with that?” Adrian continued.

“If only from a story's point of view, it's already good, except for some details, but to be connected to reality," third writer Knigger shrugged, "is there William in British history? Wallace is still a question. After all, his early experiences were completely untested. The legend may have combined the stories of several people, and Isabella, known as the ’French Wolf', would have written such a euphemism… If some scholars studying the Middle Ages had seen it, they would have laughed. And the British or the English, I'm afraid, won't like the film. ”

“It doesn't matter, as long as the story is good,” Adrian waved carelessly, "and when the movie aired, make a statement in front or behind that the movie is fictional on a realistic basis, do we care what the Englishman thinks? ”

The last sentence made several writers laugh, yeah, who cares what the Brits think. We talked a few more sentences, analyzed another script, and Adrian, who had gotten what he wanted, left immediately.

"Brave Heart," that's the script he just asked about, because of the movie, William? Wallace's fame was known all over the world, and the last sentence of "freedom” made him the spokesperson for the resistance to violence *. Even though many scholars have pointed out that the content of the story is inconsistent with historical history after the film was released, it doesn't stop people from idolizing and symbolizing it, Mel? Gibson also got the best director for the film.

Unfortunately, he won't have anything to do with the film anymore, and Adrian isn't going to ask him to star or direct it, for the simple reason that this guy's scandalous enough to discriminate against the Jews is enough now for him to think about other people, not to mention Gibson being one of Hollywood's few Republicans. Well, that's not the point. The point is he doesn't like him, that's all.

But it wasn't easy to find a suitable lead and director. After all, Gibson in the movie was very impressed by his memory, so it wasn't all a good thing to say good memory. But it doesn't matter, anyway, there is time, big deal first to create the scene of the script, the original novel seems to be published next year, just... fix the female lead first.

Sophie Marcel. Adrian reads the name in his heart. He wanted to go to France a long time ago, but unfortunately he had no time or excuse, and now he has both. So why hesitate? Since Monica? Belucci is already his, how can you let go of this "French love”?

Wait, I seem a little overgreedy. Adrian suddenly frowned slightly, going through the most recent thing in his mind, and had to admit that it was that much, and apparently the step of getting the title of "miracle director” was quite good.

So what? Adrian shrugged. Greed is good as long as you know how to control it.

“Ladies and Gentlemen: The plane has landed at LAX, outside temperatures, and the plane is slipping. For your safety and that of others, please do not stand up or open the rack. After the plane has completely stopped, please release the safety and pack your belongings and prepare to disembark from the plane..."

With the airplane broadcast, Kate sitting in a window position? Blanchett couldn't help but beat herself and looked out through the glass window at the sunny airport, and she sighed softly in her heart: finally here she is.

Blanchett hasn't hesitated since Adrian invited her. Of course she knows that theatre is definitely not her final destination, but is it too early to go to the movies now? Besides, she doesn't know Adrian, but she seems to know her very well.

Neither left thought nor right thought could decide, then naturally, to consult the parents with friends, but also with some people she knew about Adrian, who knew nothing but the title of wonderful director.

Parents naturally wanted their daughter to stay in Australia for two more years, so the objection was voiced in words, but the choice was ultimately in their daughter's hands, contrary to Blanchett's friend's opinion, especially the envy of a friend who had just returned from Hollywood when he heard that Adrian had invited Blanchett for an audition.

“God, I can't believe you're still hesitating. Do you know who's been the most popular director in Hollywood these past two years? Do you know who can make three films a year, win three awards, and get Oscar's director for the male and female protagonists in each of the two films?” The other side hated the appearance of iron and steel. "If it were me, I would have agreed. ”

Fortunately, Blanchett had already collected some information before, otherwise she might have been stopped by the other party's momentum. Forgive me, but after saying "I'm thinking about it," she left the cafe where she met her friends, who yelled at her back: "Promise me, Kate, trust me, promise me."

As a result, the pedestrians in the streets were caught in the eye, and Blanchett was not embarrassed.

To be honest, she really didn't expect Adrian to be so amazing that she hadn't even touched it before she started directing films in 90 years, and the director's films had never lost anything, including literary and artistic films like Howard's End, where most of his scripts made money, was the youngest gold palm winner, and everyone admitted that without him, Pacino and Thompson would not have had easy access to the best male and female actors in the Oscars.

These things are confusing enough for Blanchett to see, and in addition to that, she learned something from Campion through that photographer friend that ordinary people don't know, like owning their own movie company, being a director of a media company, etc., and if she doesn't move, it's definitely a ghost.

At this time, Adrian called again to make a cordial invitation and faxed the script. Blanchett was very interested in the role, and they talked in detail on the phone and eventually agreed. So, after Christmas and New Year's, Blanchett boarded a plane to Los Angeles in mid-January.

“Ladies and Gentlemen: This plane has docked on the corridor bridge, please disembark from the rear gate. Thank you."

The sound on the radio rang again, and Blanchett, who retracted her gaze, unbuckled her safety belt, removed her carry-on luggage and left the plane with the crowd. When she waited for her large luggage at the turntable and came to the exit, she was surprised to see the pick-up person clearly: "Ed? ”

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