[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

Edmundo loves that little mp3 to death. Although he doesn't know where it came from or whether it is dangerous, but in the past few hours it has soared in the rankings and quickly reached the top in Edmundo's heart. Leap became his only light in this technologically underdeveloped era.

After hastily following the crew through the premiere process, Edmondo deliberately avoided everyone he was familiar with and found a seat near the aisle. After checking around to confirm safety, he quickly passed the earphone cable through the neckline, Then escape the little world that generally hides into music.

Ignoring the probing glances from Jim Roth and Edward Furlong, the lights dimmed a few minutes later and the premiere of "Entangled" began in earnest.

Edmondo leaned sideways on the back of the chair and tilted his head to look at the screen. The screen of the movie directed by him as the director flashed frame by frame, but there were irrelevant notes jumping in his ears. It felt strange.

It is said that the background music determines the final sense, which is true.

Listening to songs and watching movies, even the director himself will feel that the plot seems to be developing in an inexplicable direction.

Edmondo narrowed his eyes to examine his plot.

The younger brother played by Edward Furlong is holding a fruit knife tremblingly and pointing at his neck. He just learned the truth 5 minutes ago. He was on the hospital bed and confronted his brother played by Jim Rose who rushed to the door.

Jim raised his hand to signal that he was harmless, and calmed him carefully: "Mark, put down the knife, you will hurt yourself."

"NO! I won't hurt myself! You've been hurting me! I'm not sick! I'm-not-sick! But you prescribed those medicines for me!" Fran was emotional, his eyes were red and swollen, and his lips were trembling , the knife in his hand pressed deeper on his neck, and he continued to yell: "You are my brother, Chris! Why! Why are you doing this!"

The commotion and tense atmosphere between the two attracted the doctor. The elder brother Chris told them that his younger brother had a mental breakdown at the hospital because he hadn't contacted outsiders all year round. He hoped they would give them space.There was nothing Mark could do to stop his brother, and it was a small town, and everyone in the town knew his brother, they loved him, they respected him.

So the younger brother Mark screamed even more collapsed.

At the same time, unrestrained and romantic Spanish songs played in Edmondo's ears. The male voice kept telling his love for women, singing the straightforward "Baby, come to me when you want, and He can only spend the night but I can satisfy you all day."

So when his younger brother Mark screamed while covering his head in collapse and his elder brother hugged him sickly to comfort him, Edmundo always felt that the two people on the screen seemed to be kissing or something in the next moment, and the original plot, ha!He had forgotten about that thing long ago.

Soon, with the development of the plot, the younger brother Mark gradually regained his mobility with tricks, and the older brother Chris accidentally discovered his plan and stepped forward to stop it. The two brothers wrestled together, from the kitchen to the living room, and from the living room to the basement

At this time, Edmondo's ears are full of explosive rock music, so the two fighting seem to be about to let go of each other in the next second and hold up their guns to fight against the doomsday and zombies together.

"This is really—" Edmondo plugged back the earphones that had fallen out, "It's amazing."

At the end of the plot, the younger brother Mark successfully killed his older brother Chris. He told all the audience on TV what happened to him, and then the camera pointed at his brother sitting in a wheelchair with a dull face.

"I don't hate Chris, I love him, just as he loves me." Mark confessed affectionately in front of the audience, "He didn't want to hurt me, he was just afraid that I would be hurt. I will take care of him, he is my brother, and my responsibility."

As soon as the scene changed, Mark pushed his brother's wheelchair and walked slowly on the promenade.

"Time to get your meds, my dear—Chris."

The last shot was given to Chris, and his expression was still as dull as before.

With a strange look in Chris's eyes, the screen went black.

This was the final climax, the blackened plot that Edmondo had given great enthusiasm to when writing the script, and he should have been shocked when he saw the final result on the big screen—but what he heard was the future network The slobbering songs, upbeat beats and mournful lyrics made Edmundo lose touch with his favorite twist ending.

At the end of the movie, the soundtrack played at the end, the thank-you list of behind-the-scenes staff appeared scrolling, and the lights of the projection hall reappeared.

At this moment, almost all the audience gave a standing ovation, and Edmondo took off his earphones in a daze, and then returned to the big world to hear the warm applause from the audience and some people's heated discussions about the plot and the ending.

"Goddamnit! I never thought it would end like this! Mark turned out to be the bad guy! He became his brother!"

"No no! This story is not over yet! Have you seen what Chris looks like at the end!"

"Oh my god, I'm sweating! I was so nervous watching this movie, but it's amazing! It's amazing!"

Ordinary audiences who were invited to the premiere discussed their views enthusiastically, while other professionals such as film critics and other insiders communicated in low voices. Judging from their expressions, like ordinary audiences, they were impressed by the movie. Amazing.

"Great, congratulations."

"I believe it will achieve good results."

"When are you going to prepare your acceptance speech?"

People he knew and didn't know all came to congratulate Edmondo. He mechanically shook hands with everyone, and then answered them with extremely official words.

No one knows, what is in Edmondo's mind at this moment is——

What did I take a picture of?

The next moment, the person who came to shake hands pulled Edmondo out of his confused thoughts, and Spielberg, the godfather-level director of Hollywood, patted him on the shoulder.

"Very good script, Mr. Moreira, you have a thinking mind." Spielberg praised, "If I have time, I hope to sit down with you and have a good chat. There is a project that I don't know about you." Are you interested?"

Edmondo looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

……

"I can't believe Spielberg invited you? Jesus, is that true?" Anderson paced the small conference room, restless like an excited monkey, "DreamWorks? This name is right, god—have you agreed to him?"

At 4:[-] p.m., Edmundo finished the activities on the premiere day and returned to the manor. He pulled off his tie, found a comfortable position and collapsed on the sofa, looked at Anderson, and then nodded.

"I can't find any reason to refuse. Although I think their ideas are a little naive and sloppy, it is more difficult to create a pure land in this Hollywood controlled by capital than to see God." He said.

Anderson slammed on the brakes and stopped by the window. He looked back at his friend with incredible eyes.

"You think his thinking is naive and sloppy?" He asked, "Then why did you agree to him, Dudu."

"-Isn't that good? The person who was excited like a tomato just now is you, not me, dear Andy." Edmondo changed his position and put his legs on the back of the sofa, "Relax, I know myself doing what."

"Emmm no, I don't think you know." Anderson quickly regained his senses, he cleared his throat, "From what I know, it's impossible for Spielberg to invite you to join just because you've made a few movies , Think about it, your released works have just reached the number of one hand."

"That's why he invited me? Because I'm good-looking?"

"You know David Geffen?"

"Obviously not, who is that?"

"Entertainment tycoon, producer, one of the richest people in Hollywood." Anderson introduced, he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I introduced him to you at the last Oscar dinner."

Edmondo snapped his fingers.

"I have the impression that the one with big eyeballs and a little bald head." He bit his lower lip as he said, "He asked me if I really liked men. I was very drunk at the time, and in front of him Kissed the passing male waiter - oh, that was a lovely memory."

Anderson showed a disgusted expression.

"That's not what I'm talking about. The point is that he has money, power and connections." He rolled his eyes at his friend, "At present, half of the people in Hollywood don't know where your money comes from or how The operation is confidential, and no media reported that you went to France to inherit the inheritance-David Geffen must have got the news, and he took a fancy to your money to let Spielberg recruit you to join. "

So it's for the money.

But it doesn't really matter, Edmondo shrugged at his friend, if the development of DreamWorks continues as he knew in his previous life, then money is the best way to save them.

"It doesn't matter, we have Lucy." He waved his hand and pushed the problem to the financial advisor, "In short, I promised Spielberg, and he also promised to give me the identity of the founder, so-I am only responsible for writing Scripts, making movies, and paying for it, don't ask me for things that use your brain."

Anderson seemed very angry at his friend's irresponsible words, but he was helpless. He let out a strong breath, and then imagined the pillow as Edmondo punching him twice.

"You're going to bankrupt yourself sooner or later, I've warned you." He brushed his hair as he spoke, and when he calmed down, he changed the subject, "Then when do you plan to rest, the editor of "Entanglement" After the event, there will be "Fear of the First Order", do you still want me to help you with other scripts?"

"We talked about this issue a long time ago, before I accepted "Level [-] Fear". In fact, "Level [-] Fear" was given to me by you, and it disrupted my plan." Edmondo raised his tone Replied briskly, "So the answer is next Christmas, don't give me any work until next Christmas, I have."

"Fine, tell me about your arrangement."

"I have a very advanced script that needs to be perfected. Although the current technology can't meet my requirements, the script must be written well." Edmondo turned around on the sofa like a clock, "And there are also major The film festival, Universal told you right, they will enter Entanglement for all the awards, so -- next year I will be very busy."

Anderson rolled his eyes again, indicating that he didn't want to talk.

Regarding the film festival, Edmondo is the director, he only needs to be responsible for attending the festival, and the rest, such as the award words and daily life, are all up to the agents and assistants.

"Then we'll-"

The sound of the beeper interrupted Anderson's answer, and he took off the small contact machine for a quick glance.

"Hey! It's McQueen." The agent waved the pager in his hand to Edmondo, "He said there is something urgent and he wants us to call him."

"Then what are you waiting for, the phone is right by your hand." Edmondo signaled Anderson to use the landline, "Remember to turn on the speakerphone, the sofa and I are inseparable."

Anderson gave him the middle finger, then walked to the landline and dialed McQueen's number.

"Hi Eddie, I would like to ask you if you would like to come to my third series of catwalks, the theme is 'The Birds', from the Hitchcock film, maybe you will like it." McQueen said with a Scottish accent The words came out through the phone line, "I have also designed your dress, and I will send it to you this afternoon. I will guarantee that you will be able to catch up with any awards. I knew it was going to be a huge success.”

Edmundo on the sofa waved his hand lazily.

"With your kind words, I hope it will be a big success," he said. "About your show, when was it?"

"At the end of March, it may be the day after your Oscars."

The day after the Oscars?

A certain string in Edmondo's heart was plucked, and he stood up quickly.

With Anderson's horrified eyes, he picked up the microphone: "I have an idea, Alex, you take my few dresses back and replace them with a 'birds' theme! Get all your novel ideas out, I don't care about them Do you understand? I'm going to the Oscars in a sexy|sexy suit with an open waist and your butt-wrapped pants! That must be cool!"

A sexy | sexy suit and pants with an unknown pattern?

Anderson felt his eyes go dark.