King of Hollywood

In the large and bright hall, people gathered in three or three taels, laughing and chilling at each other, making the whole party seem very lively. The reason it's a party, not a party, is because it's not so formal, people are dressed in suits and people are dressed casually - not particularly casually, at least without those fancy outfits - it's not as regular as a wine party, it's not as lively and noisy as a party.

“Actually, I'm more like a vintage hippie, and then I take my beloved guitar and he sings a song on stage.” Nicholas Cage looked at the venue with a glass of wine and said that he was casually wearing a shirt, trousers and sneakers, with no gentleman at all, more like a kid jumping off the street, but his charm didn't diminish.

“You could try this, but I'm sure old Frank will kill you.” Adrian next door smiled and received that he was a little more formal in his outfit than Cage, although not as powerful and unbridled as Cage, but similar and distinct from Cage, whose style and elegance attracted the attention of many women.

This is a party organized by the Coppola family to celebrate Cage's achievement of the Oscar's best male lead, and God knows why they won't be there until more than a week after the awards ceremony. Now that he has been invited and Adrian, who is interested in having a relationship with the Coppola family Lara, naturally has not refused, he has spoken to Francis Coppola for a moment, while Steven Spielberg and George Lucas, three of the four directors of the seventies and eighties, are here, attracting no less attention than the other stars, big and small.

“No need for my uncle to do it, as long as he says so, many people will be willing to do it for him.” Cage made gestures and said with a serious mouth.

“Well, it looks like I'm in the wrong place, not where you get the best male lead, but the scene of Godfather shooting.” Adrian shrugged his shoulders, and Haha smiled and raised the cup in Cage's hand: “Well, Nicolas, congratulations again on getting the Oscar's best lead. ”

“Thank you, if it wasn't for you, it wouldn't be easy for me to get it.” Cage picked up the quilt and smiled and touched him.

“That's not true. Your acting would have been great. Although you can't do anything about it, it's not that bad. Even if you don't get the best male lead in the movie, it's sooner or later.” Adrian complimented.

“You're making me uncomfortable, Ed," Cage sounds exaggerated but actually quite sincere, how could he not understand the importance of opportunity as a member of the Corpora family, "but if you say so, is there a good role? Playboy or something. ”

“How could you have thought of acting like a dude or something?” Adrian asked curiously.

“Oh, the girl at the party tonight was so melancholy to you, but she didn't listen to me, as if I didn't exist at all, which is so sad," Cage lamented, “well, I know I can't compare to you in reality, at least let me have fun in the movies. ”

Listen to his complaining words, Adrian couldn't help but laugh. Indeed, many women wanted to do everything they could to talk to him tonight. Although "Brave Heart" lost a lot in the 68th Oscar, his fame rose considerably, not only without the best movie in the end. The influence of being overwhelmed by the film academy and allowing them to compromise and award the best film to "Brave Heart" is not something that anyone can possess, and Cage's best male lead continues to solidify his eye-catching halo, and countless people will naturally tend to flaunt him.

“Playboy doesn't, tough guy can think about it.” Adrian weighed Cage and said.

“Tough guy?” He looked at him with interest.

“Let me think…” Adrian continued to gauge Cage, beating the sun with his fingers as he gauged, so it took a moment before he opened his mouth: “First of all, you're a Marine. ”

“Oh, good, Marines, strong, good fighting skills, tough guy basics. ”

“and then retired. ”

“Well, retired, just stay as good as exercise. ”

“You went back to your hometown and found your long-awaited fiancée ready to get married because she was pregnant with your child. Yet in the bar, two hooligans provoked you and your girlfriend, and you were angry to teach them a lesson but were caught by your fiancée. But when you left, they came looking for it, and it was raining heavily outside, and your sight was blurred, so when someone touched the dagger, you missed it, and the court sentenced you to several years' imprisonment for excessive defense. ”

“Wow, the spin of the Peak Circuit, then the hot version of" Shawshenk's Redemption "? ”

“Unfortunately, you're doing well, you finally got parole a few years later, and your daughter is almost a few years old. However, just as you were taking the plane home to transfer other criminals, the plane was hijacked by a premeditated guy who could have left safely, but eventually stayed for another transferred inmate and the usual early warning of good relations.

During that time, when the police caught up with the plane and were ready to shoot it down at all costs, and your fellow inmate was hit by other criminals for covering you and could die at any moment, he told you in your arms, "It doesn't look like there's a miracle in the world," and you said, "I'll show you a miracle," and walked up to the cockpit with you.

The guy who was there raised a gun to warn you to back off, but you didn't listen, the gun went off, you hit your arm with a splash of blood, but you didn't stop for half a step, you didn't even leave your eyebrow wrinkled, that shot was like hitting a tree trunk instead of your body, you punched each other to the ground, and then you forced the driver to control the plane landing and then you shot all the criminals out of the net. ”

Adrian finally finished, and it took Cage a few minutes to digest it.

“... frankly, I like the last part,” he smiled, "without stopping for half a step or even frowning, that shot was like hitting a tree trunk instead of your body... ha, just thinking about it makes people bloody, that's the charm of the hard guy character”

“Then it's settled, when this one... well, it's called" Air Prison, "and when the script is in your hands, I don't want to hear no.” Adrian said while it was hot.

“Absolutely not. Nobody will refuse the miracle director's invitation, will they?” Cage laughed.

“Nice story.” At this point, a pleasant voice enters the ear with a little magnetism.

“Ha, you think so too?” Cage looked at the young lady in front of both of them with a sudden surprise, but it soon became meaningful again.

She's about 25 years old, she's in a dark gray suit, she's got some stiff lines, she's like Blanchett, she's not very pretty, she's got her lips around her, it gives her a strong, winning feeling, but at the same time, it's weak to hide it.

“Of course, as you yourself have just said, the story turns from a peak loop in general, with a good portrayal of the tough guy, although it's still just an outline, but I'm sure the script will be equally brilliant once it's finished.” The lady laughed and looked at Adrian curiously, "The miracle director was certainly famous, but it only took a few minutes to come up with a good story. ”

“By the way, let me introduce you,” Cage just remembered what he should do, "this is my cousin...”

“Miss Sophia Coppola, daughter of Mr. Francis Coppola, how could I not have known her?” Adrian smiled and interrupted his words, reaching out to the lady, "Nice to meet you, Miss Sophia. I'm Adrian Corwell. ”

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Adrian.” Sofia shook his hand very tightly.

“Ha, how rare, Sophie, I can still see you like this.” Cage screamed beside him.

“Nicolas" Sofia immediately picked an eyebrow on her cousin.

“Okay, well, I'm sorry if I offended you.” Cage raised his hands quickly, but that joyous look was hard to believe in.

“It's a bit exaggerated to think of a story for a few minutes, but there are a lot of bridges that usually flash through my mind, and I write them down with a pen whenever conditions permit, even if it may take a long time.” Adrian's words are between two people, "so sometimes inspired by someone or something, you just have to combine these accumulated sections of the bridge. ”

“This is a good way to keep track of things that gleam and are naturally ready when you need them.” Sophia's eyes suddenly lit up.

“By the way, I may have to excuse you for a moment, but you seem to have a lot in common.” Cage suddenly said that, squeezing his eyes at his cousin, he flew away.

“Sorry, Nicolas always jumps off, he's more like a kid sometimes and still enjoys playing video games and collecting comics.” Sophia apologized to Adrian after she retracted her gaze from her cousin's back.

“It doesn't matter, sometimes the easier it is for people to jump, the better the role, as long as they focus on the performance, they are too calm and rational to play well, because they always think too much.” Adrian said profoundly.

Sophia was stunned, seemed to hear something, and Adrian went on and on: "But if you can't take it, it's also a bad thing, since you have to control it. ”

“Your mind and your observation are very sharp, Mr. Adrian, and like my father, when I was a kid, I was always with my father from this studio to that studio, and he was always right to point out the strengths and weaknesses of those actors.” Sofia's curiosity is once again in her eyes.

“Mr. Francis is a brilliant director, and he has a lot to learn.” Adrian began with a serious statement, turning to the conversation: “Can you tell me how your father rated the actors he worked with? Also, please tell me about Adrian or Ed. ”

So they climbed up, and Adrian made her happy, as you can see from Sofia's constant smile. It's just that her face flashes from time to time, seemingly trying to say something, but every time she comes to her mouth, those words become something else.

“Do you want to say something, Sophie?” At the end of a topic, Adrian suddenly asked.

“Hmm...” Sophia stunned, grinning and sweeping away her ear hair, “I don't know, Ed, I don't know what to say...”

“Actually, you're not fit to be an actor," Adrian's voice was very light, but as much as a thunder struck Sofia's ear, her smile solidified on her face and her face slowly began to whiten.

“Do you... think so?” Sophia looked at him stubbornly, her eyes disappeared, and all that remained was loss, as if she could easily get a beautiful crystal ball, but it was actually just a gorgeous bubble that burst.

“Your five-official line is too hard to perform that kind of tough female character, which not only restricts your acting path, but also requires acting more than other characters," Adrian said without mercy, “Besides, you're smart and sensible, too much thought, and it's hard to put your enthusiasm into it. ”

“... you and my father are no different.” After a long silence, Sofia sighed and looked elsewhere in a trance.

“I guess Mr. Francis didn't say that in front of you, did he?” Adrian asked with a smile.

“Yes, you're smart, Ed, and that's what I overheard, and my father never said it in person, and he always encouraged me to try," Sofia turned her head and smiled, “You're the first. ”

“Every father wants his daughter to be happy doing what she wants.” Adrian shrugged.

“Thank you, it's a pleasure to talk to you.” Sophia got a little upset.

“Why don't you think about it from another angle?” Adrian suddenly said again.

“Ah?” Sophia revealed a puzzling mystery.

“Mr. Francis' most praiseworthy thing is not acting.” Adrian smiled gently, "One way is impossible, why not try the other? Perhaps you will find a wider heaven and earth. ”

“You mean... you mean...” Sophia looked at him hesitantly.

“And, Sophie, do you really like being an actor, or do you want to prove it like the people who ridicule you?” Adrian then asked again.

Sophia raised her head violently and her face burst into angry redness, but quickly dissipated again, staring at Adrian without saying anything. Adrian never spoke again and looked at her so bluntly.

After such a long time, Sophia punched the corner of her mouth and smiled, “Thank you, Ed, it's a pleasure to talk to you. ”

She turned around and left, looking at her back, Adrian shrugged her shoulders and drew a smile from the corner of her mouth. Recall carefully that Sofia Coppola's work is small but of good quality. The female director has inherent disadvantages in the subject matter. In her memory, it is already amazing that she can do that at that age, not to mention... Anyway, there is no harm in taking the opportunity to dial a few words. As for certain things, it will depend on the situation later.

He shrugged his shoulders again, Adrian went somewhere else, and Cage didn't know where he was going. After turning around, he quickly came to talk to old Coppola and others in circles.

“Talking about something terrible?” Adrian plugged in and looked at the crowd, Francis Coppola and George Lucas were no longer here, leaving only Spielberg and the executives of several film companies.

“Ha, look who's back, I think I just saw you talking to Sophia, Ed?” Spielberg asked with a smile.

“Hmm...” Adrian looked at him funny. I didn't expect him to see it that long. Is this old man a peeper?

“Don't get me wrong, Frank said when he left that someone seemed to piss off his daughter.” Spielberghaha laughed.

“Miss Sofia is a good person, but sometimes too strong.” Adrian shrugged.

“Because the reporters and film critics were too scrupulous, they always liked to grasp a few small issues and go wild.” Someone said that.

Sophia Coppola played her daughter's role when Francis Coppola directed the third Godfather, because she was badly acted - “like a piece of wood," the critic said - and because she squeezed Vinona down again, both fans and the media were cynical about her, and Mae Gold Acid named her the worst actress, for which Sophia was said to have cried.

That's why Adrian would ask her if she really liked to be an actor or if she wanted to prove something like those who mocked you.

“Or what else? You didn't seem very emotional before.” Adrian avoided the question.

“We have just received bad news that not only could we lose an outstanding director, but our original investment would also be totally at a loss.” It was Warner's executive, Payne Clarkson, who made me look sad when it came to this.

“Oh?”

“Director Stanley Kubrick had a stroke, and in his home in England," his tone was deeply depressing, "although rescued, the whole person was paralyzed in bed and said to be unable to speak, although consciousness was clear. ”

“Is that true?” After the initial shock, Adrian closed his eyes and asked.

“It's been confirmed, Ed.” Spielberg nodded.

Clarkson smiled bitterly: "You know, last year we promised to support him in moving Schnitzler's novel," Dream Story, "to the screen, spending most of the year preparing, the actors changed several times, the Tom Cruise and his wife agreed to the show, and I didn't expect all of this to go away now. ”