Birth of an actor

The British media's unfriendliness to William was evident from the first day he set foot on London land.

As an actor, it is necessary to keep an eye on all kinds of news in the entertainment industry. William has the habit of reading newspapers, from high-end film review magazines such as "Empire", "The New Yorker" and "Film Art" to "National Enquirer" The "New York Sun" and other gossip tabloids are all bought. After the flight arrived in London, he also bought a few newspapers at Heathrow Airport to read them back to the hotel, but this made him happy. My stomach burst into laughter—of course, other people who also bought the newspaper and read the content suspected that William was sad and crazy.

From "Daily Mail" and "Guardian" to "Sun" and "News of the World", every newspaper that mentioned the movie information of "Sense and Sensibility" all praised the other actors of the crew while belittling Consider William, the first American actor to play a leading role in a movie.

why?

Because the role of Edward Fellers originally belonged to the "British lover" Hugh Grant, the screenwriter and actress Emma Thompson privately revealed to her friends when she was writing the script that she was describing Edward. Based on Hugh Grant.

But just before filming was about to start, American actor William Bradley suddenly appeared and snatched the role from Hugh Grant.

Comparing the fame, age, status, and nationality of the two, it would be hell if the British media were satisfied with William.

"The Sun": "The investors of "Sense and Sensibility" are crazy. They have used a newcomer who has never had the experience of filming on the big screen and can't hold the scene at all. Rickman, it is conceivable that when all the actors are playing together, William Brandley's immature acting skills and American accent are destined to be incompatible with other actors."

"The Guardian" is a little more subtle, but also said: "A British classic directed by a Chinese and starring Americans, the performance and box office of "Sense and Sensibility" are worrying."

The "Sunday Express" pointed to the point: "The remake of a famous book should be rigorous and exquisite. Leaving aside William Brandley's acting skills, he is an American. Can he really speak a London accent fluently without making people laugh? If Edward Fellers, one of Jane Austen's most beloved leading men, comes out on the big screen with a thick American accent, which is hilarious."

Accent is indeed a problem, but for William, it is not a big problem.

Americans generally yearn for a British accent, and the upper class is even more proud of their children receiving traditional boarding education and being able to speak an authentic London accent. William received professional accent training when he was growing up. When he lived in Los Angeles, he could not He deliberately showed off his various accents, but he worked hard to strengthen them when he arrived in the UK. Although his speech could not be as authentic as a native Londoner, William can still meet the standard of accent, making it hard to pick.

——If it weren't for the accent, Emma Thompson would not have compromised with Amy Pascal so easily during the audition.

After carefully observing William's expression and making sure that he wasn't lying and that he really didn't take the criticism in the newspaper to heart, Lance felt relieved, shrugged and said, "Anyway, they haven't called you Scarlett yet. Li', isn't it?"

The moment the long-lost nickname popped out of Lance's mouth, the hairs all over William's body were about to explode, so he secretly poked a crooked thought, put the index fingers and thumbs of both hands together, and pinched Lance's cheeks unexpectedly , and then pull it out hard.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Langston yelled in disbelief.

Having pinched enough, William withdrew his finger and held it up in the sun for a closer look: "So you haven't put on powder, why are you getting more and more white like a vampire? It's just that you don't get a little sunshine. The cloudy day in London really has some So much power?"

Lance covered his cheeks, feeling that there must have been finger prints on them, and he glared at William: "Bastard."

"Stupid." William replied habitually.

"You're the one who puts on powder every day!"

"You're not a motherfucker if you wipe it off."

"..."

"..."

Lance suddenly felt his fingers itching badly too.

William knew Lance too well. He knew what was waiting for him just by changing the other party's eyes. After anticipating Lance's action, William turned around and ran away before the other party's action.

Lance ran after him wildly, his hairstyle and clothes were all crooked, and his "cold and noble" image was all shattered into dregs.

The two ran around the coast of the Thames for a long time, and the golden afternoon sun shone on the two of them, pulling out the shadow for a long time. Looking at it from the backlight, this scene of laughing and squabbling among friends could be painted.

——A few painters who were sketching from life actually drew this scene and named it "The Boy by the Thames". A few years later, the two protagonists in the painting were recognized. It was sold for a high price at auction.

After all, Lance's physique was still inferior to that of William's. He was out of breath soon after, bent over with his hands on his knees, and stood there panting half-deadly.

Standing five meters away with his hands on his waist, William also took a deep breath while tilting his head to look at his friend: "It is impossible for you to run past me, I am a man who has won the inter-school long-distance running championship, admit defeat? "

"Monster." Lance straightened up, cursing William with a smile as he sat down.

"Trash." William the mouthpiece was always quick to respond.

——This is an endless cycle of scolding that started N years ago.

The two of you looked at me, I looked at you, looked at each other for a long time, and laughed "hahahaha", the depression that had accumulated in their hearts for a long time was swept away.

……

After frolicking all afternoon, when he was tired, he just found a place to drink afternoon tea, and after finishing dinner by the way, Lance suddenly wanted to drink.

William pointed at himself with a depressed expression: "Unfortunately, my face is still familiar to British reporters recently. If I was photographed going in and out of bars, I would probably be expelled from the crew tomorrow."

Lance has his own solution: "It's okay, we bought wine and went back to drink."

"You and I are both minors, how to buy?"

Lance took out a card from his pocket and waved it in front of William.

It was a fake ID card. He was 25 years old and a native of London. The amazing thing was that the man in the photo was five or six points similar to Lance. If he went to a place with less strict management to buy alcohol, he could get away with it.

William raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you become a local snake so quickly? Lance Roderick is indeed Lance Roderick."

"Shhh, keep a low profile." Lance emphasized modestly and reservedly (but proudly): "I just bought wine, and I didn't use it to do anything I shouldn't do."

"...and I didn't hint at what you did with it."

The two bought a few cans of beer, returned to Roderick's old house in London, sat directly on the ground in front of the sofa, and drank beer while looking at the stars through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

William has too many questions: "How was life at your boarding school? I heard that Eton seems to have stopped accepting transfer students for a long time, have you been ostracized at school? Has anyone shown kindness to you? Have you made any new friends? What about your girlfriend? Which university are you going to apply to this year?"

"...You have so many questions, do you want me to answer them in one go and die of exhaustion?" Lance took a sip of beer, and the answer was extremely concise: "Fortunately, no, no, no, Cambridge or Oxford. "

"Why are there none?"

"Eaton's all boys. Where do you think I'll get a girlfriend—with a she-squirrel in the garden?"

"...Okay. Although Roderick's base camp is not in Europe, your grandfather Waddington is also very prestigious. No one should deliberately make things difficult for you."

"uh-huh."

Next, William and Lance talked from Los Angeles to London, from Santa Monica to Eaton, from the Bugatti Veyron that William still dared not drive through the city, which was eating ashes in Bradley's garage, to Lance Recently spotted an Aston Martin.

Both William and Lance didn't drink much, and they got drunk before they knew it.

It's easier for Lance to speak the truth when he's drunk, perhaps because he hasn't worked out enough to drink.

William was extremely embarrassed at the moment. He felt that he had heard too many things that he shouldn't have heard tonight.

For example, Taylor Roderick drove Lance from the United States to the UK because a lover of Taylor took away the jewelry that Lance's mother had worn, and Lance threatened her.

Another example is that since the day of Jenny Roderick's funeral, Taylor threatened Lance to look like an heir and not to cry at the funeral, Lance regarded Taylor Roderick, his father, as his life. rivals and enemies.

"I really don't like him, Will, no, I hate him." Lance's eyes were red, like a rabbit with too thick eyeliner.

William sincerely hoped that when he woke up tomorrow, Lance would forget what he himself had said.

This kid is getting more and more coquettish, and he is more and more fond of hiding his thoughts. Since the death of Jenny Roderick, Lance has grown at an amazing speed. William was much stronger than Lance when he was a child. When he was eight years old, he held A caterpillar can scare the richest young man in the Upper East Side to tears, but later on, Lance grows faster. On the contrary, William, although he was considered smart when he was a child and when he grew up, never happened to him. A sea change like Lance.

When he was a child, he was a crybaby and a squeamish young master. Now he is not yet a full-grown adult, but he actually took the Hamlet route? ——William has searched all the memories, and added a suitable adjective to the current Lance——but in front of him, he is sometimes aloof and sometimes lively, sometimes makes William feel very familiar and sometimes makes him feel very strange, it is a bit dumbfounding .

Thinking of this, William also raised his head and gulped down a few gulps of beer, then reached out and patted Lance's shoulder: "Hey, my friend, I have heard so much about your family history today, in case you My heart has hardened and blackened, but don't blame me for knowing too much."

Lance turned around half-drunk and half-awake, squinted his eyes and looked at William for a long time, then shook his shoulders and shook Lance's arm down, looked up and took a sip of wine, and muttered: "To blame you? Why would I do this? You What nonsense are you talking about, Will?"

Then Lance was still muttering to himself while still maintaining the posture half leaning on the sofa. His whole head was tilted to one side, his eyes were half closed, and his voice fluctuated, as if he was singing an opera: "I want to beat Taylor, I must……"

William was also a little drunk at this time. He put the empty beer can beside him, straightened up suddenly, knelt down in front of Lance, put his hands in Lance's hair, held the other's head and shook it back and forth: " Even if you don't do anything, there is one thing you can definitely win against Taylor, and that is death! He must die earlier than you hahahaha!"

Lance was about to be vomited by him: "I don't want to live longer with him!" He pushed William away, stumbled to his feet, ran to the toilet, and made a bold statement to himself: "I want to live longer!" Defeat him on the battlefield! I want to make more money than him! I want to have a higher status than him!"

If it wasn't for the sound of Lance vomiting in the bathroom, William really wanted to touch his forehead and see if his hair was hot: "Hey man, aren't you a little too unrealistic? Your father owns the entire Roderick family, so But generations of accumulated wealth and you currently have nothing but your last name, a grown-up fund and your mother's inheritance."

"The money in the several funds under my name is ready to be used now." Lance's voice came from the bathroom far away: "I want to use it as a venture fund, and I want to be as good as Bill Gates rich man!"

"You are more ambitious than me, my friend." William suddenly felt that he was a little too unpursued, because compared with Lance, his dream seemed a little too small? "In terms of starting a company, maybe I can help you... No, maybe we can cooperate! Lance, what line of business do you want to do?"

"Energy, finance, and electronic technology are the goals of the future. Now, what to do to make money!"

"Business that makes money, money..." William's head full of beer bubbles suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Maybe we can speculate in stocks and invest in movies, Lance, in fact, some movies are really profitable. Several million, hundreds of millions at the box office, several times or even dozens of times the profit!"

Lance's laughter and the sound of flushing water sounded together: "No problem, let's build a Bradley & Roderick empire!"

"Brandli&Rhoderick?" William yawned on the couch, and said drowsily, "Is it too long? How about using William&Lancelot? It's too long...William Brandli? No, I can't be so selfish... Brandli&Lancelot? B&L is so easy to remember... well, BL..."

At some point in the middle of the night, William suddenly woke up and sat up. While moving Lance, who was sleeping on his chest and was about to suffocate, he muttered a word that had been running around in his head: "BL Empire? What the hell?" Then he slammed down on the couch and fell asleep again.