Hollywood Secret Garden

Chapter 730 Classic Shots

"You will never understand how painful this torture is, I lay in the middle, Kate on the left on the first night, Jessie on the right, Manny on the left on the second night, Vivi on the right, and Kayla on the right on the third night It's Liv, and the fourth night goes back to the beginning... God, the only Nat who can let me do whatever I want is far away! If I do something else, or try to deliberately provoke a fight , will be repaired immediately by the two people around me... It's such a huge shame! I can't do anything lying there! And Jesse! It's so disappointing to be completely with them! !" Angela folded her arms and stared at the curtains, her lips trembling and making almost inaudible sounds.

"Angie, are you okay?" A familiar voice suddenly came from the side, startling her.

"Hmm... ah... hi, Steven." Angela came back to her senses, and covered up her panic with a smirk.

"I guess I must have missed something, haven't I?" Spielberg asked jokingly.

"Okay, Steven, it's nothing, I'm just in a daze." Angela raised her hands, she believed that the other party must not have heard what she was saying clearly, otherwise... the fun would be great.

"Is it over? How do you feel?" Angela changed the subject and looked outside at the same time, as if she could see through the wall and see the expressions of the fans over there after the test screening ended.

"Well..." Spielberg thought for a while and said, "Although there are some minor problems, it is still very good overall."

"Wow, it's an honor to be praised like this by you." Angela suddenly showed a joyful expression, fisted her hands and stroked down excitedly, "By the way, can you be more specific? Oh, please, Shi Steven."

Her shining eyes clearly told Spielberg that if you don't say something, don't think about leaving here. The old man laughed dumbly: "Does it have to be like this? Why does it feel like you are in charge of the guide tube for the first time?"

"Then just treat me as the number one director in charge." Angela waved her hand carelessly, "Okay, let's get started, don't waste time! Some people have said that wasting other people's time for no reason is murder, don't miss me If you want to sue you, say it quickly!"

"Well, well, what a terrible threat." Spielberg laughed.

After a pause, he suddenly became serious. When it comes to things related to movies, he won't joke.

"The color matching is very good, the combination of light and shadow is very clever, quite textured; the camera editing is smooth, sharp and impactful when it is fast, warm and comfortable when it is slow; the rhythm is well grasped, and it tells a very good story. Story. Those are your strengths, so it goes without saying.” Spielberg paused briefly, “But, Angie, don’t you think your story is a little… cliché?”

"You mean..." Angela rubbed her chin, frowning slightly.

"There are so many movies about the relationship between parents and children, and almost all of them are in the same way, because of the contradictions of growing up, there are rifts, then intensified, and then make up and reconcile. Although you did a great job in the details, the whole movie is very touching, Both your performance and Al's performance are quite superb, and the audience will love it, but the critics will not get much praise." Spielberg said with a shrug.

"Film critics?" Angela raised her eyebrows, "Do I need to care what they say?"

Without waiting for Spielberg to ask questions, she waved her hand and continued: "I often say that there are only two kinds of movies for directors: one is that the director shoots for himself, and the other is that the director shoots for others including himself. Most people watch it. For the second type, first of all, you should take pictures for yourself, and then consider other people's feelings when you are satisfied. I am not a guy like Lynch who takes a slanted sword, and I don't like those pity pictures in Europe. Self-care director, I can consider the feelings of some people, but I have no interest or obligation to consider the feelings of everyone, more importantly, I have to satisfy myself before satisfying them, so—"

Angela spread her hands and looked at Spielberg with a smile: "Why should I care what they say?"

"Sure enough," the old man smiled and adjusted his glasses, "I should have thought that you are such a person. Anyway, your new work is very... nice, I think Mr. Jared will like it."

"Thank you for your comment, Steven," Angela shrugged, not caring that the other party saw her thoughts, "I'm glad you can come to participate in the trial screening."

Spielberg smiled and was about to leave, but Angela stopped him when he thought of something: "By the way, Steven."

After hesitating for a while, she asked, "Is the Beijing Olympic Committee intending to invite you to be the honorary director of the opening ceremony?"

Probably because he didn't expect the topic to jump so fast, Spielberg was obviously stunned for a while, and then nodded after a few seconds of careful recollection: "Yes, at a certain party, I met with a member of the Chinese Consulate General in Los Angeles. He asked me about it when I was chatting with an official, but it looked more like a joke, you know, at least a year and a half away.”

"If they really invited you, would you agree?" Angela continued to ask.

"This..." the old man thought for a while, "It's hard to say, it depends on the specific situation, you know, I have mixed feelings about China, I like those ancient cultures, but I hate that government...they invite you to sing the theme song gone?"

"Yes," Angela nodded, "but I refused."

"Rejected?" Spielberg's surprise was not feigned, "Don't you also like Chinese culture very much? It is said that they also call you the celebrity who knows China best in Hollywood."

"But this doesn't mean that I agree with some of their propositions, and maybe some people in our country would want this." Angela said with something in her words, but her tone remained flat.

Spielberg raised his eyebrows and seemed to hear something, but he didn't say much, shrugged and left.Seeing the back of the old man leaving, Angela sighed in her heart. Speaking of this, it would be considered as humane to even change her point of view once. If Spielberg ends up being passive in the end That was also an unavoidable thing.But then again, the old man is considered one of the most powerful people in Hollywood. He has never seen such a big storm, not to mention that he obviously understood when he left, so there is no need to worry about anything.

Putting this question to the back of her mind, Angela walked along the corridor to the theater's office to ask the staff to learn about the trial screenings. So far, there have been three trial screenings, and Angela will come to the theater secretly every time. To collect the audience's reaction, this situation has never been seen before.

why?Because the previous work is different from the current work!Those previous works are backed by memories, and Angela can only attend an internal preview meeting at most. Although she will also find a theater for a fixed-point trial screening, she has never cared about the opinions of those audiences, even if it is "John Rabe" The same was true during the test screening—the film carried too many things, and she thought she had expressed what she wanted to express, and she would not modify it no matter how much criticism she received.

But not now, the movie "Father" belongs to Angela from the beginning to the end, from the inside to the outside, she may not care about the opinions of film critics, but the opinions of ordinary audiences must be taken seriously. Go to the theater to sit in the town, so that the editing can be properly adjusted according to the audience's views before the official release to make it more perfect.

"There is no particularly good opinion, most people have good comments on the movie, and these reviews can be seen on the Internet. However, there are still some things worth considering, and I need to make another adjustment before the official release " Angela closed her eyes and put her head on Jessica's shoulders, wrapped her arms around her waist and sniffed her hair.

"When you say that, I suddenly want to watch it." Jessica felt the soft body holding her behind, and said with emotion amidst the slow and uniform ups and downs of the horse.

"Oh? It's not my fault, Jessie, I told you it was the time of the fourth screening, but you missed it yourself." Angela smiled and gasped on the back of her neck, making Jessie Ka was itchy and had no choice but to shrink his neck.

"It's not that I couldn't come on purpose, I also have work to do." Jessica complained.

"Yes, yes, I know," Angela stuck out her tongue and licked her earballs mischievously, "It's okay, anyway, the premiere will be before Christmas, don't you plan to attend your premiere ?”

"How is it possible, not only I will participate, but they will also participate, including Weiwei." Jessica said with a smile, as if she didn't care that they were all competitors of "myself".

Angela frowned involuntarily, and put a little more force on Jessica's waist, finally ground her teeth and lightly bit her cheek.

"Hey, what is this for?" Jessica squinted at Angela and said with some reproach.

Angela didn't answer, just flicked the rein, and the jogging horse immediately picked up speed and ran faster and faster. In the end, with the whistling wind, the scenery on both sides quickly receded.

"An... Angie, it's too fast... Can... Can you slow down?" Although Jessica's riding skills were not bad under Angela's teaching, her face was still a little pale in the face of this situation. People even leaned on Angela's body.

A smile appeared on the corner of Angela's mouth, she took the rein and enjoyed Jessica's warm body while carefully controlling the horse's running, but she didn't intend to slow down at all.In this way, after the horse drove the two of them around the racecourse for a few laps, Angela pulled the rein to slow the horse down. Fortunately, all the horses she raised were fat and strong.

"Do you know that I was worried about riding so fast just now!" After getting off the horse, Jessica punched Angela angrily, and the latter didn't care with a playful smile: "If you don't, how can you be obedient curled up in my arms."

"Just for this?" Jessica raised her eyebrows, sighed casually and reached out to hold Angela's face in her hands. After staring at her for a moment, she suddenly hugged her tightly.

"You can talk to me directly if you want," she whispered in her ear.

Angela glanced at the jockey who came to lead the horse, and then patted Jessica on the back silently.In the end, it was all because of the resentment left over from Halloween. This resentment was so strong that she still couldn't forget it after more than a month. After all, it was the first time that they were slept together when they knew each other's relationship. !

But at this moment, Angela, who is full of guilt, has already thrown away this bit of resentment. She just wants to hold the girl in her arms tightly. The girl who was attached to her at the beginning has never changed, and she is still so gentle. Kind.

The car stopped, and the elderly father was about to explain something when the daughter sitting in the passenger seat opened the car door and rushed out with a whoosh, then laughed and hugged her friends.

The father got out of the car and stared at the squabbling daughter, twitching his lips, as if he wanted to show a smile. Although he had always objected, the daughter had signed a contract with a company after all.However, in the end he didn't express anything, he just stood quietly and looked at his daughter, until they were about to enter the house, he called out a little nervously: "Kris."

The daughter turned her head and looked at her father in confusion. The father waved his hands as if he didn't know what to say. After a long while, he stammered and said, "Then... I'll... go back first."

"Understood." The daughter nodded indifferently, and then continued to chat with her friend.

The father raised his hands, sighed lightly, got into the old broken Ford, and drove away slowly.After the car went a long way, the daughter suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of her father's departure thoughtfully.

The father who parked his car on the side of the street and greeted his neighbors finally returned home. He looked at the empty room in a daze, picked up a can of beer from the refrigerator, opened it, and made a bench in the small corridor outside the door. While drinking, I watched the street quietly. The light of the setting sun sprinkled a layer of yellow on the outside of the slightly dilapidated house, and the lens stretched far away like a still life painting.

Suddenly, my father seemed to think of something, hesitated for a few seconds, put the beer can on the bench, and quickly went back to the house and entered the grocery room.A few shots were switched quickly, and the father who was rummaging in the grocery room finally dragged out a small box, blown the dust on the surface, and carefully took out the contents. It was a few rolls of movie film and a box. A small set of projection equipment.

Holding these things, my father quickly came to the room, switched several shots quickly, drew the curtains and closed the door, opened the bookshelf to reveal the white wall, and then installed the machine. He took a breath and put the film on it.

The light hit the wall, and after a mottled and disorderly flash, a well-behaved and cute girl about 4 years old suddenly appeared in the slightly old-colored picture, but she stared at the camera awkwardly and indifferently.

"What is this?" The childish voice came out from the small speaker, although it sounded unhappy, it was not annoying.

"This is a video camera, my dear. It can keep your current appearance in it. It will be very interesting when you turn it out to see it ten years later. So, look at the camera?" The father's voice followed, loud And full of vigor, it is very different from the current hoarse voice.

As the camera turned, the little girl was sitting at the table eating ice cream with a spoon, and then found the father holding the video camera.

"Don't take pictures of me like this! Dad! Don't take pictures of me like this!"

"Why? You're so funny looking like this, Chrissy dear."

The camera turned again, and the obviously older little girl was giggling and running on the grass, and then grimacing at the camera from time to time, her hair fluttering in the wind made her look extremely cute.

"You'll never catch up to me, Daddy! Never!"

"Hey, don't run so fast, Chrissy, watch out for falling, don't worry, no one can catch up with you."

In this way, my daughter grew up slowly in these shots, which recorded her laughter, her pain, her happiness, and her sadness.The father sat on the floor, staring at the picture on the wall obsessively, and involuntarily reached out to put his hand on the projector beside him and gently stroked it, as if the lovely daughter in the picture was sitting beside him, watching these pictures with him. image, while his hand ran through the strands of her hair.

My father didn't notice at all that the closed door behind him had opened a gap, and a thin light shone in, reflecting a figure.The camera moved to the past, and the girl who was standing at the door and looking inside turned out to be the daughter who was supposed to be at the party. She was standing outside silently, biting her lip and looking at her father's back with sad eyes.

There was a low exclamation in the screening hall. The foreshadowing of the first 50 minutes almost made people believe that the rebellious daughter was too much, but this scene reversed people's perception. The foreshadowing buried in the details - the empty medicine bottle is full again the next day, the needed information is still in the hands of the next moment after trying to find a way, etc. - can't stop people from exclaiming.

Angela, who was sitting in the front row, finally breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed her fists hard. Obviously, this classic shot has been recognized by everyone present, and these exclamations are the best proof.You know, she spent a lot of time designing this shot, and she and Al Ji really invested in it during the performance. Even Spielberg admitted that as the turning point of the whole movie, this scene is very exciting. The audience at that time only praised this scene but did not criticize it.It's not in vain that Angela deliberately used the images her father had taken for her in the movie.

That's right, in this scene, the film images that Al dug out are the real images of Angela when she was a child, only slightly edited and processed.