[US Entertainment] Best Director

A photo of Prairis with Eddie was posted online the next day.

Some old fans of Prairius dug out Prairius's first entry film "ALONE". At this time, netizens discovered that Prairius and Eddie had known each other for many years.

Hollywood has always had a special affection for filmmakers who are ambitious and family-oriented. It is logical that the reputation of "Green Lantern" has improved a lot. Many film critics subconsciously gave high marks because of this relationship. After the week, the IMDb score of "Green Lantern" has reached 8. If it is not expected, the score of "Green Lantern" will stabilize between 7.8 and 7.9 after the global release.

The peak point of a movie's release is within one month, and the income will gradually decrease after one month, turning into immobile dead income, so the general box office calculation is to calculate all the box office in the region in the first month of release, and then Plus the estimated box office receipts.

The North American box office of "Green Lantern" finally stayed at 4.6 million US dollars. One month later, it will be released in Europe and Asia respectively. Among them, China is the most eye-catching. They think "Green Lantern" is too bloody and violent in some aspects. A few scenes needed to be deleted. For this reason, Prairis deliberately cut some large-scale shots and the only half-naked bed scene between the male lead and the female lead.

"I think it is necessary to hire an ophthalmologist before sending the film to China for review next time. After all, I have watched it countless times and I still can't find the bloody violence in the mouth of those reviewers. As for those half-naked sex scenes, oh——" Prarisla With a long tone, "God knows that Cooper only showed his back, not even his butt/groin. I really don't know where the big scale came from."

James Cameron raised his eyebrows and comforted, "You should think about poor Quentin, his new movie has been cut to nothing, but he still has to cut it. After all, everyone knows that we can't do without Chinese market."

Pryris looked at the edited version on the computer, finally clicked save, and snorted.

"Next time, just shoot a wrapped version."

"The head-to-toe kind."

After burning the contents to a CD, Prairis stood up.

James Cameron is drinking black tea.

"when are you leaving?"

"Send the CD to China for review, and then leave."

"Everything is done?"

"No. Daniel has always refused to meet with us. I plan to go to Vienna to talk to him in person."

"Good luck." James raised the teacup.

"Thank you." Prairie replied.

In the afternoon, Prairis mailed the CD and flew to Vienna on the latest flight.

Different from any city that Prairis has been to, Vienna is a city with a strong classical temperament, full of wandering musicians, and the melodious sound of pianos from the streets and alleys lingers on the green Danube.

This is a city with natural romantic feelings, where wandering poets and aimless minstrels jointly compose the free and overflowing atmosphere of this city.

Along the Danube, Preris came to the apartment next to the Vienna Academy of Music.

This is an old apartment, with moss and delicate roses spreading on the walls, and once the breeze passes, you can smell the refreshing breath unique to summer.

Prairis knocked on the door, and a young man who opened the door was a young man with a baby face typical of Asians.

Prairie recognized him. He was Lang Lang, Daniel's apprentice. He had just performed in the United States a few days ago. She and Eddie had heard his concert.

This is a young, talented young pianist.

Just as Prairis was thinking wildly, Lang Lang asked.

"who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Daniel," Prairie said.

"teacher?"

Prairie nodded.

"Then you may have to wait for a while. Teacher, he is currently attending classes at the Conservatory of Music and will not be back until later."

"There's no hurry," Prairis said.

"You can come in and wait." Lang Lang stepped aside to let the door out.

"Thank you."

Prairie stepped closer to the door.

Lang Lang led her to the living room, and there was an old woman in the living room, obviously Daniel's newly married wife after Jacqueline became seriously ill.

"You are Daniel's student. Would you like something to drink?" Before Prairis could speak, the old woman preconceived the definition of Prairis and looked at her kindly.

"actually........"

"I think lemon black tea is very good, what do you think?" The old woman continued on her own. "Daniel likes to drink lemon black tea. He always feels that the bitterness of lemon has a taste of Vienna. You should try it."

The old woman seemed overly excited.

Prairis looked at Lang Lang beside him, and found that the latter looked at her apologetically.

The old woman left the living room talking to herself.

"Her?" Prairis hesitated to speak.

"Mrs. Barenboim is sick, and she is always a little confused, so she took some medicine to make her excited." Lang Lang explained.

Prairie nodded knowingly.

Lang Lang sat on the sofa with Prairis, as if he suddenly thought of something, he asked.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet. What can I do with Mr. Barenboim. Would you mind telling me?"

"Of course not." Prairis smiled. "I'm actually a director—"

Before she finished speaking, the latter consciously helped her complete the reason for coming here, "Are you here to find Mr. Barenboim to make a movie about music? It's like, oh, you know, like "The Piano It’s the same as Farewell to Love.”

Prairis blinked, thought for a while, and didn't refute or nod.

But this kind of attitudeless answer is already the default in Lang Lang's eyes. He said excitedly, "Oh, then you really found the right person. Whether it is the music itself or what happened to the artist, the teacher is very clear. The last musician of this century."

There was obvious pride in Lang Lang's tone, which seemed a little proud.

Prairie smiled.

His eyes glanced at the age-old piano score on the bookshelf.If she read it correctly, it should be Elgar's Concerto in E minor.Jacqueline's masterpiece during her lifetime.

"Can I see it?" Prairis pointed to it.

Lang Lang looked at the sheet music in the direction that Prairis pointed, and shook his head.

"This one is not good. I heard that it is a relic left by an old friend. The teacher won't let it move. Maybe you can look at other things?"

"Stayed by an old friend?" Prairis grasped the key point of Lang Lang's last sentence.

Lang Lang nodded.

Prairie groaned.

As soon as she finished speaking, the old lady came in again and served the freshly brewed lemon black tea.

Prairie smiled and thanked him.

"You're welcome." The old woman looked at Prairis kindly, "What did you learn from Daniel? Piano? Oh, it must be the piano. The piano is good, just like Lang Lang. What's your favorite piece? Mozart Or Beethoven? Or Schumann?"

The old lady uttered long passages one after another. Her spirit was extremely excited, and her speech was very fast, like a gust of wind.

Prairis was sitting on the sofa, smiling at the old woman standing in front of him, and happened to notice her fingers.

Her fingers were trembling, typical of drug overuse.

Vienna is a city with a slow pace of life, and the melodious music that lingers around makes it a natural place for recuperation. Even many sick old people prefer to come here to recuperate in their later years.

Daniel and the old woman in front of him have lived in Vienna for six years. The six years of recuperation should have made her calm and soft, but why did the old woman choose to use drugs to force herself to be excited?

Prairis looked at the old woman until he heard the last sentence asked by the old woman, "What's your favorite song? Mozart or Beethoven? Or Schumann?" Suddenly, he had the idea of ​​looking.

She smiled and looked at the old woman, and then replied, "I like Bach's cello music the most."

When Prairis mentioned the word "cello", as she expected, the old woman froze.

She suddenly looked at Praris with a different look, "What do you study? Cello?"

Prairie nodded.

She suddenly became fierce, and even started to look at Prairis with a kind of hatred, and whispered, "You are a bad girl, you are a bad girl."

"I'm not a bad girl," Prairis interrupted.

"No!" The old woman's tone suddenly rose high, "You're a bad girl! A cello learner—all of them!"

The tone is straightforward, even slightly accusatory.

Lang Lang felt something was wrong, he stepped forward and put his arms around the old woman's shoulders, "The teacher is coming back soon, he wants to eat the little cake you made, did you make it?"

Hearing the word "teacher", the old woman suddenly became aggrieved and looked at Lang Lang blankly, "He's coming back soon? He still wants to eat my little cake? You're lying to me, why would he want to eat my little cake?" , the only thing in his heart is the damn—”

"Yes, he wants to eat your little cake. He didn't lie to you, really." Lang Lang interrupted in a calm and determined tone.

Sure enough, the old woman began to hesitate. She gritted her teeth and looked at Lang Lang for a while, as if she wanted to know whether what he said was true.

Lang Lang looked at her calmly.

In the end, she gritted her teeth, chose to believe, and walked out of the living room with a plate, muttering, "Okay, make him a small cake, even if he only has that damn cello woman in his heart."

Walking to the door of the living room, he turned his head and looked at Prairis resentfully, as if he wanted to pierce Prairis with his eyes.

The house was quiet, except for the old woman's nagging sound which was getting farther and farther away.

It wasn't until the old woman's nagging finally disappeared that Lang Lang frowned and explained guiltily.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Barenboim is a bit sensitive about the cello."

Prairie shrugged. "It's all right. I didn't mind."

Lang Lang breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

"I'll go first." Praris stood up.

"Now?" Lang Lang was a little surprised, "The teacher hasn't come back yet. Don't you wait any longer?"

Prairis smiled, didn't respond, just said. "Goodbye, Mr. Lang Lang."

After saying that, he left the apartment.

The moment the door was closed, Praris still vaguely felt the venomous gaze behind her, but she didn't care.

Walking to the Danube, Preris opened the bag, which contained an old diary and a telephone.

Opening the diary and seeing the familiar cursive signature, Prairis smiled with satisfaction.

Pick up the phone and dial.

"I got Jacqueline's diary."

"Who gave it to me?"

"Naturally the Mrs. Barenboim who wanted her husband to be separated from Jacqueline once and for all."