[US Entertainment] Top Hollywood directors

The filming work came to an end, and the work of the crew was basically declared complete.But with the addition of some behind-the-scenes editing, color correction and soundtrack and other post-production, it will take a lot of time to produce a finished film.In order to catch up with a good screening schedule, Paramount decided to compress the production cycle, but it will take another half year before it can be released.

That wasn't something Claire needed to worry about, but when it came time to choose a soundtrack for Ghost in the Shell, Claire had a hard time.She was not satisfied with the answer given by the soundtrack team.She rubbed her temples and thought, why does she always feel that something is missing after listening to their eight-part music?

She glanced at the disc cover of the animated movie version, closed her eyes, and slowly began to appreciate the surprise and sense of devotion she had seen when she first saw "Ghost in the Shell".

She said to Brad, "Let's use the soundtrack from the animated movie."

Brad: "What?"

Claire replied: "Puppet ballad."

Puppet ballad is the theme song of Mamoru Oshii's animation films a few years ago, a magical piece of music.

She called Oshii Mamoru: "I still want the copyright of the puppet ballad."

Oshii Mamoru smiled, "But I don't want to give it to you." Didn't he come to beg me.

"If you don't give me the copyright, how can I make a good movie? After all, your puppet ballad is so great, incomparable, and amazing." Claire said with a smile.

Oshii Mamoru saw through her praise, and said indifferently, "It's useless for you to find me. Then you have to go to Kanno Yoko and see if she will give it to you." There was some gloating in his tone.Yoko Kanno is not as easy to talk to as he is.If she fails to get her approval, then she will use various excuses to decline.So is it easy to get her approval?not easy.Because Yoko Kanno - "slightly" narcissistic.Do you agree, it does not exist.

But he has a message: "She happened to be in New York recently. You can go and find her directly."

Looks like I'm going to visit.But Claire struggled because she didn't know what gift to bring, especially in this situation.She fell into distress, holding her chin, unable to do anything.Is it flowers, books, or what.Why don't you bring a snack like you used to when you went to a classmate's house, no, no, no, she shook her head, this is too immodest, it's better to bring a bouquet of flowers.So roses, lilies, or bluebells?She got into trouble again.

After glancing at her mobile phone out of the corner of her eye, she had a flash of inspiration, opened Facebook, tapped on the screen, and sent a post.Apply the skills you just learned.

The goal is [-] million: to visit a female senior in the music industry, what gift is suitable to bring to the door? 【cry】

There is actually some popularity in this trumpet, that is, some activists among some of Claire's fans "digged" this Xiaomengxin who had just entered the pit on the forum, and called for Claire in order to lead Xiaomengxin into the pit faster , This group of people paid attention to each other.

After seeing the troubles in Xiaomeng's new life:

Old bookworm: I think sending flowers is the best.

Target [-] million: Really?I also think so, but what kind of flowers are better?

Old bookworm: I think Lily is pretty good [laughs].

Kaguya Hime: Hmm~ Lily must be good.

Claire nodded.

The goal of [-] million: I think it is not bad, um, I decided to be it.

Edward joined Claire as a friend when he just signed up for a small account.

After he saw Claire's post, he sent a message: "I have a bottle of red wine here, do you want it? I asked a friend to bring it last time." He thought that a gift like red wine is good, homely yet dignified.

After learning that Claire was going to find Yoko Kanno, Edward said to her, "Why don't I go with you. I'll help you carry your things."

Claire nodded, and then bought a beautifully packaged bouquet of lilies from the flower shop, the water droplets on the petals were crystal clear.

They searched for the address given by Mamoru Oshii, No. 235, and knocked on the door, but there was no one.The part-time worker who happened to come to clean told them that Yoko Kanno had gone out and was not sure when she would come back.They came at the wrong time.

Yoko Kanno returned to the apartment late at night. She looked at the lilies and red wine on the table. The water droplets on them had evaporated after being left all afternoon, but the special and charming fragrance of lilies became stronger due to time.

She remembered what Mamoru Oshii had said to her today, saying that a director had asked her to discuss the copyright of the puppet ballad.Looking at it like this, it seems that she has been here, but she is not there.She made a cup of hot cocoa in the kitchen, thinking about what Oshii Mamoru said to her: "He is a genius, a bit like you, I guess you have something to talk about together."

She leaned her back against the table, a little unconcerned.As one of the youngest Japanese soundtrack masters, she was called a genius all the way here.genius?She didn't believe that she could be as powerful as her, so she covered her face.

There is little information on Wikipedia, "Claire Dorries, USC School of Cinematic Arts, 2003."

Below is the link of her only two works. Yoko Kanno clicked the mouse, and then entered the interface of the movie screening.

Two hours have passed.

She didn't even know the sweet cocoa next to her was cold. With her head supported, the slender fingers of her left hand tapped the table slowly and orderly, making rhythmic sounds.I couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy. After watching the first movie, she uncontrollably opened the second movie with her right hand.

After she finished, she stood up, put her hands gently on the table, and slowly circled the pure lilies on the table.His face was expressionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long silence, she made a phone call to Oshii Mamoru:

"What you said is true."

On the streets of New York, the weather has entered late autumn again. A gust of cold wind blows through. Wearing sky blue short sleeves, she shrank a little and slowly hugged her arms.After putting down their things, they left Yoko Kanno's house.

At this time, Edward turned his head to look at her: "Do you like blue very much?" The color she most often uses to match clothes is blue.

Claire thought for a while and said, "It's okay, but I have a deeper liking for blue, which is not the only preference." She nodded again, "This color is very beautiful." After a pause, she added: "You see, she can be the carrier of all dreamlike elements of purity, serenity, tolerance, mystery, sadness and melancholy."

Edward thought for a while, and based on the tacit understanding cultivated over time: "Well, you are right, but I think black is also good."

Claire: "Why?"

He laughed, and paused: "Probably this is the most exclusive yet inclusive contradictory color."

Claire thought about what he meant: "You mean black is the ultimate color."

Edward smiled and nodded, "Well, that's right."

Claire also laughed. When two schoolmasters met their favorite topics together, it was inevitable that they would be at odds with each other: "No, no, no, I don't think so."

Seeing that Claire wanted to start a debate with him on the spot.He immediately took other actions, took out a scarf from the bag, and handed it to Claire.

She was holding the thing in her hand, a light blue scarf with four G's as its trademark.She was a little strange: "Is this for me?"

"Otherwise, aren't you cold? Put it on now." He noticed her action just now, and took out the bag ahead of time.

"Why do you carry this kind of thing with you?" Along the way, she looked at his shopping bag in wonder.Unexpectedly, there was such a thing in it.

Edward: "Congratulations on the end of your work, it's just about to enter winter."

Quickly realizing something, Claire narrowed her eyes and said to Edward, "Don't worry about it." She has known him for so long, and she has never received any gifts from him.

He seemed to have been stabbed in the heart, his body was a little stiff, and he said, "What's wrong with me?"

Claire approached him slowly, and Edward's heart beat with her movements. She patted him on the shoulder: "Speak."

"Did you do something wrong outside, Dad, I will find a way to solve it for you."