Hollywood superstar XX history [travel]

"Hey, Jack, why are you angry? I don't feel cold, it's really okay!" Vogt followed Jack into the Cadillac that would drive to the entrance of the Hilton Hotel, and asked in a daze.

Jack erected the partition between the front row and the back row, turned his head and glared at him, and quickly whispered in his ear, "You did it on purpose!"

Vogt opened his mouth, but Jack narrowed his eyes and interrupted him: "If you dare to lie, try it!"

"I'm not lying." Vogt pursed his lips and blinked innocently: "What is intentional?"

"Don't play dumb, that glass of water! You deliberately fired at Vanessa - you know she likes you! Asshole!" Jack lowered his voice and gritted his teeth.

"Oh, don't be jealous, I swear I have nothing to her, between me and her is as clean as a blank sheet of paper." Vogt swore.

"So, Jasper Brown?" Jack raised his eyebrows. "From the moment you heard this name, something is wrong with you."

Vogt's eyes wandered: "You really want to know?"

"Before me, or after me?" Jack clenched his hands dangerously into fists in front of him.

"Hey, how can you not believe me? You clearly know who my thoughts have been on this year." Vogt approached Jack, protesting with a straight face.

Jack put his palm on his face and kept him away from him: "Don't try to change the subject, who is he? Don't tell me you don't care, for him, you are willing to destroy Versace. I guess, because He's a model for Versace, so you'd never take a Versace contract, would you?"

Vogt's eyes widened, obviously being hit. He looked at Jack suspiciously: "Are you sure you're not Maggie pretending to be?" He said, reaching out to pinch Jack's face with a serious face, as if he really wanted to confirm Is this Jack real?

Jack opened his mouth to bite his finger, Vogt quickly pulled his hand away, and showed an aggrieved expression, Jack curled his closed mouth: "If I were Maggie, I would have shot your baby right now." He glanced pointedly at Vogt's crotch.

Vogt threw Jack on the backrest, kissed him on the lips, and said with a smile, "Well, thank God, I'm sure you're Jack, because you can't bear the baby that will make you happy tonight—my baby!"

Jack stretched out his foot to kick him, but instead of kicking him away, his leg was caught.However, being interrupted by Vogt's tricks, his anger came and went quickly. Seeing Vogt's squinting expression, he didn't hold back after all, and laughed.

Vogt couldn't help kissing him again.

Jack hooked his neck, deepening the kiss.

The two kissed passionately in the backseat, and it took a while to separate with restraint—their rationality reminded them that enough was enough, because the next occasion required them to show a professional work attitude.

Vogt adjusted his tie, and mumbled in a voice that seemed to be talking to himself but loud enough for Jack beside him to hear: "Actually, I thought about trying the car vibration... both the front row and the rear row...you can try it... ..."

Jack turned out the car mirror to check his hairstyle, and when he heard his words, he punched him directly in the face: "Shut up!"

Vogt easily grabbed his fist: "Be honest, Jack. You had a great time wearing the camouflage I bought last time. We all had a high night! Don't you want to try something else?"

Jack blushed, his skin was still no thicker than Vogt's.Just now, he was asking questions, but now he can't wait for Vogt to shut up, and he is so shy and embarrassed that he wants to find a hole to bury him in.His sexual daring was only shown in the room, and he couldn't do it outside.

"Give it a try next time we find a private vacation! What do you think of you, Jack?" Vogt suggested enthusiastically.

Jack turned his face away and said nothing.

"Jack..." Vogt dragged out his voice, pretending to be pitiful and pleading.

"Let's talk about it next time." Jack said self-destructively, and he would not admit it even if he was killed-in fact, he was also quite curious, um, what about the car vibration...

There is no doubt that Jack was carried badly. ┑(￣Д￣)┍

Vogt was immediately happy, kissed him hard, and confessed automatically: "About Jasper, I will tell you in detail when I get home, and I declare in advance that you must not laugh at me..."

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"New York Times" reporter Stephen Martinez pressed the shutter busyly and absent-mindedly. Philip Seymour Hoffman just walked through the red carpet. This fat middle-aged man has no good appearance outside the film. And temperament, but the role played is quite charming.This time he played the role of Truman Capote, a highly controversial gay writer, in the movie "Capote". He had a breakthrough performance and was considered a big favorite for this year's Oscar for Best Actor.The only one who can compete with him in the film critic circle is Vogt Peston who plays Ennis in "Brokeback Mountain".

This year is indeed a small year for the Oscars. There are no big productions that everyone expects, and it is miraculously dominated by gay-related movies or characters for half of the awards season.Stephen Martinez thought.

It's a pity that Vogt Peston, who he supported the most, couldn't win the award. Although he couldn't help but vote for him, his vote will only go down the drain among the 96 votes that determine the best actor in a drama category of the Golden Globe Award. .As an "outpost" of the Oscars, the thinking of the Golden Globe Awards is similar to that of the Venice Film Festival - Vogt Peston is too young, barely 22 years old this year, "Brokeback Mountain" is his first film, it is almost like As if he was born out of nowhere, his acting skills broke out without warning. It's a pity that he didn't see his growth process and hard work.If he had more work before "Brokeback Mountain" - well, even then, the best actor award is still ambiguous. Many people still feel inappropriate for the subject matter of "Brokeback Mountain" and its overly positive values ​​towards homosexuality.Some insignificant small awards are okay. The Oscars and Golden Globes, which represent the highest achievements of American films, are hard to award to Vogt Peston. They don’t want to set up a benchmark figure representing the “beautiful” side of homosexuality.

Vogt Peston's team is obviously prepared for this, and what they are currently doing is to increase Vogt Peston's popularity and build his personal image-a young and handsome man with a distinctive personality and talent Extraordinary artist.

They didn't bet much on winning the prize.At least the PR work for the judges of the Golden Globe Awards can only be said to be face-saving, and there is not much investment. Of course, compared to the Oscars, the Golden Globe Awards are not worth a lot of money.

Stephen Martinez, who had already recognized the reality, was not too disappointed.Vogt is still very young, and he has plenty of time to grow and wait. If his acting level can improve on the basis of "Brokeback Mountain" Ennis, it is only a matter of time before he wins the Oscar statuette.Stephen has great confidence in this young lad.

"Vog! Vog! . . . "

A commotion suddenly interrupted Stephen's distraction. He couldn't help showing a smile when he heard the crazy screams of the fans, and focused his energy to capture the shot belonging to Vogt Peston.

The door of the Cadillac opened, and a tall and slender man in a suit shirt and trousers stepped out. He raised his head, smiled at the camera, his eyes were shining...