Hollywood Secret Garden

Chapter 487 Visit and Encounter

"I can only say that Cannes gave me a good first impression. Mom, you must know that I just arrived today." Angela stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the night scene of Cannes while talking on the phone.She had obviously just taken a bath, she was wearing a silk bathrobe, and her head was tightly wrapped like an Indian decades ago.

"Then that's it, Mom, I love you." After finishing the call, Angela threw the phone aside and stretched firmly in front of the French windows.Although I had taken a nap on the plane and slept for a few hours at the hotel, I still felt a little uncomfortable.There is also a problem of jet lag and climate. After all, the southern hemisphere has begun to enter winter.She couldn't help feeling depressed at the thought of flying back again in a few days. It really wasn't that easy to be a trapeze.

After stretching her body, Angela folded her arms and looked at the night scene outside and became dazed again. Although the nights of all modern cities are full of lights, there are still differences. The key lies in whether they can be observed .It's just that Angela seems to be admiring the night view, but her mind is not on it.

She did not expect that the 53rd Cannes Film Festival would be so interesting. For example, Luc Bedoux is actually the chairman of the jury this year; and for example, there are very few Hollywood films participating in the Cannes Film Festival this time——"Spy" outside the Carlton Hotel The posters of Impossible 2 and The Patriot were big enough, but the critics didn't buy it; the most interesting thing was that "Victoria's Secret" held a show in Cannes on the eve of the opening of the film festival. Fortunately, this is just a charity fundraising event that doesn't last long, and it will end after the opening of the film festival, otherwise it would be fun if we really fight against each other.

The few Chinese films Angela on the exhibition list are somewhat in a trance, "In the Mood for Love", "The Devil Is Coming", "Yi Yi" and other mainland, Hong Kong and Taiwanese films, let the kind of films that said no four years ago The feeling of being out came to my heart again.So this afternoon, when I ran into the young Director Li and the young Miss Zhang in front of the elevator, Angela just made a few polite greetings and entered the elevator.

Forget it, don't think about those, they have nothing to do with you.Angela said this to herself.But some things don’t mean that if you don’t think about them, you can treat them as non-existent. Even the three relationships that have been avoiding and being right have reached the time to find a solution; Answer accordingly.

Anyway, there is still some time before I can do it myself, so let's think about it slowly.Angela sighed helplessly, leaned on the head of the bed and turned on the computer to divert her attention by doing other things.

The next day, because the jet lag hadn't adjusted, Angela still stayed in the hotel and didn't go anywhere, and she wasn't here for vacation anyway.After participating in the awards ceremony the day after tomorrow, I will return to New Zealand immediately to continue filming, so all interview requests from European media have been declined under the pretext of jet lag.

What Angela didn't expect was that Luc Besson, who was the chairman of the jury, came to visit her in the afternoon.

"It's really surprising. I thought the candidates and the judges shouldn't meet at this time." Angela smiled and handed the coffee to Besson. Although his hair was still messy, he shaved his beard. clean.

"The outcome of some things cannot be changed with a single vote. Besides, if you question my professional quality like this, you may lose my vote." Besson said, sipping his coffee.

"If you vote for another movie because of my doubts rather than the possible problems of the film itself, it can only show that my doubts are correct." Angela raised her eyebrows, and lightly lifted the handle of the cup with her index finger and thumb He also took a sip of his own coffee.

"Well, I can't say no to you, but don't want to know who I voted for." Besson laughed and then shook his head sighingly, with a look of nostalgia on his face: "Time flies so fast, That cute and immature little girl has become so outstanding, she is both a beautiful woman who turns all beings upside down and has amazing talents."

"Could it be that the chairman of the jury of the film festival came to me just for nostalgia?" Angela asked with interest.

"Damn, when did nostalgia become inappropriate?" Luc Besson immediately rolled his eyes, put down the cup in his hand, and coughed dryly again: "Of course, besides nostalgia, I'm still a little curious, even if you are also a filmmaker. The boss of the company, is it really unreasonable to be so indifferent to Cannes?"

"If my memory is correct, Ed and the others have already explained it to the organizing committee. After all, I am still filming in New Zealand. Director Peter is already very dissatisfied with my frequent departure from the crew." Angela Spread your hands innocently.

"I understand this. But I don't come until the awards are presented, and I leave immediately after the awards are presented." Besson leaned on the sofa and looked at Angela depressedly. "Can't you squeeze out a few days?"

"The problem is that I have many other things to do besides acting." Angela showed a helpless look.

"Really?" Besson raised his eyebrows, with the intention of asking the truth.

"Of course, for example, I had a phone call with the record company as soon as I got off the plane yesterday. After a while, I will start recording immediately after I finish filming the scenes; By phone, remind them not to forget to lobby the House of Commons to amend the "Child Protection Act", otherwise, I don't know how much effort it will take to shoot like this." Angela propped her face with one hand, and gave a few examples casually with a smile .

Besson didn't speak for a while, and sighed after taking a few sips of coffee: "Singing, acting, directing, etc., you are involved in too many fields, but you can still make a movie like "The Pianist", I suddenly I don't know what to say..."

"When did you like to speculate like some tabloids?" Angela said half-jokingly.

"It's not fair to say that. You must know that I have always remained neutral during last year's turmoil," Luc Besson said with some dissatisfaction, "It's just that I didn't expect that the movie you made would... The judges exchanged opinions, and we agreed that this kind of sophisticated and cold film is really not something a 19-year-old woman can make."

"Then what's your conclusion?" Angela lowered her eyelids and took a sip from the cup.

"There is no conclusion. After all, it is indeed your work." Besson spread his hands, with a dazed look on his face, "Only a fool would believe that it was directed by someone else, but it was under your name."

In a sense it does, even if it has its own stuff.Angela said so in her heart, and then heard Besson change the subject: "Let's get back to the topic, even if you are pressed for time, there is no need to stay in the hotel all day and not go anywhere, right? I heard that you rejected all Access."

"That's because of jet lag." Angela yawned as soon as she finished speaking, "You also know that I flew in several time zones and came from the southern hemisphere, so I can't let me attend the awards ceremony with dark circles under my eyes the day after tomorrow Right? Besides, I’m not in charge of those business deals, so it’s better to skip the reception.”

"But it's not a big deal to go out, even if it's just a walk on the seaside boulevard." Besson was obviously a little depressed, "As the most concerned young female director with a long list of titles, she finally arrived in Cannes but stayed in the hotel all day Here, this is the favorite subject of gossip tabloids."

"What? Does anyone really think that I have any conflicts with the jury?" Angela raised her eyebrows thoughtfully, then waved her hand: "Okay, I get it, I'll play it by ear."

"The bargaining is finally over," Luc Besson exaggeratedly relieved, "It is indeed more difficult to be a businessman than a director."

Angela couldn't help shaking her head and chuckling, and changed the topic to other aspects. After the two chatted for a long time in the room about movies, film festivals and related aspects, Besson left.

"Although Hollywood is now the dominant player, the French film industry is not a vegetarian, and we are catching up." When leaving, Besson said, shaking his fist.

"I have to regret to tell you that this is currently impossible," Angela retorted with a smile, "because there seems to be only one Luc Besson in Europe."

Besson who walked to the door blinked his eyes: "It really surprised me, so I am the best director in your heart."

"Don't be self-righteous, Luc," Angela rolled her eyes at him, "You are still a long way from being the best director, I say this because...you are probably the only one who knows 99% of the audience in Europe What do you want to see?"

"You mean commercial movies?" Besson said after thinking for a while.

"It can be said that some directors in Europe give me the feeling that they just shoot for themselves, without considering the audience's feelings at all," Angela shrugged, "All art evolves from entertainment. If the movies that come out are too out of this category, then the audience will inevitably be very small, so that they will not be able to occupy the market, and naturally there will be no way to talk about development.”

"So you must really hate the Ten Commandments of Movies proposed by Von Trier?" Besson rubbed his chin and said suddenly, while Angela was slightly taken aback: "Ten Commandments of Movies? What are those?"

"You don't know?" Besson was stunned this time, "Von Trier's "Dancer in the Dark" is your strongest opponent at this film festival. At that time, we jointly issued the DOGMA95 manifesto, declaring that in film shooting, real-life shooting must be performed, hand-held photography must be performed, and additional effects cannot be used..."

Besson explained the so-called manifesto in detail, and Angela couldn't help frowning, and finally laughed outright: "Simply speaking, it doesn't use any modern technology, this is really the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, maybe They should strip naked and live in caves and paint serial murals with animal blood."

Although there was a bit of contempt in her tone, Luc Besson didn't say much, just shrugged noncommittally, and then said goodbye again and left.But Angela, who returned to the room, started to think about other things. Although Besson was very vague when he talked about "The Pianist", she vaguely sensed something.

Of course, Cannes is the most famous film festival in Europe, and the judges are basically famous actors, directors, composers, etc. from various countries, so it is impossible to have any shady scenes, but...

I don't know what role Ed and the others played in it.Angela thought so, and quickly put it aside.Since they said wait until after the end, let's wait until after the end, anyway, it's only a few days.

Since Luc Besson, who is the chairman of the jury, has come to visit in person, Angela still has to show some face.So the next day when her mental state was basically recovered, she walked around the seaside boulevard accompanied by bodyguards, and looked at the beach that was claimed to be the whitest and most beautiful beach in the world, but she dared not swim in the sea because of the flies—especially Flies from England - always around.

It's boring enough.Angela was thinking about it in her heart as she walked.She was wearing casual clothes provided by ELLE, holding an LV handbag, a beige sun hat, short jeans showing half of her calf, and a youthful and beautiful dress.

There are also many celebrities and directors from various countries strolling on the promenade, and Angela even saw the two leading actors of "In the Mood for Love".Although there were many people who greeted her, they basically didn't know her very well. Coupled with the lack of interest in shopping, it was inevitable to feel a little lonely.

If a guy is still around, chatting with him is better than wandering around aimlessly now.Angela glanced at her two bodyguards. These two guys had never talked much.Of course, this thought was fleeting, but she couldn't help but miss her parents, friends and lover across the Atlantic.

At this time, a thick voice speaking Chinese came to my ears: "Sandrine, just tell them that I can't decide this matter for the time being, and we can talk about it after I get back to the hotel and call Dong Ping."

This voice made Angela slightly startled, and immediately stopped her lazy steps and followed the sound.Not far away, under a palm tree, stood a couple in casual clothes, and they were chatting with two white men who seemed to be publishers.The woman looks French and the man is Chinese, because he said the Chinese sentence just now.

Angela suddenly smiled and shook her head slightly. There are a pair of small eyes behind the round glasses, the hairstyle is as simple as covering the head, and there are distinctive protruding ears. Needless to say, she knows who it is.

The other party finally ended the conversation, and after saying goodbye to each other, the two publishers left in a hurry.The Chinese man turned his head and looked at Angela suspiciously. He had already noticed the gaze staring at him.

After meeting his eyes with his wife, he walked a few steps here and asked in broken English, "Miss, do we... know each other?"

"I know you, Mr. Jiang." Angela, who hadn't expected the other party to be so proactive, was slightly taken aback, but then replied in Chinese with a smile.

The other party immediately showed surprise. After all, it would be a surprise to hear a foreigner speak such pure Chinese in a place so far away from his own country.

"Are you...Miss Angela Mason?" The wife who followed tentatively asked in French after scanning the bodyguards and the reporters in the distance.Angela then raised her sun hat a bit, and also replied in French: "Yes, you are Mrs. Jiang, right?"

"Yes, Jiang is my husband. It's nice to meet you. You can call me Sandrine." The other party smiled and reached out to shake her hand. "I didn't expect you to know my husband."

"I have a certain understanding of Chinese culture. I know that Mr. Jiang is not only a very capable actor but also a very good director." Angela looked at the man and said in Chinese, and at the same time smiled slyly and said: " And I also know that Mr. Jiang was originally called Jiang Xiaojun, and he also has a brother named Jiang Wu."

Jiang Wen, who finally knew who the woman in front of him was after his wife's explanation, scratched the back of his head when he heard this, and asked wonderingly, "Has my fame reached this level?"

Angela shrugged and smiled without saying a word.

"Well, Miss Angela's fluent Chinese and her young age have already surprised me, and it doesn't matter if there are a few more surprises." The other party suddenly laughed, "Although I have heard your name a long time ago, I really didn't expect The talented young female director who made "The Pianist" would look like this... To be honest, you don't look like a person who can direct that kind of movie, or you don't look like a director at all, let alone Like models, actors, singers, whatever."

"I'm already an actor and singer, Mr. Jiang." Angela reminded with a smile that she had a good impression of this straightforward guy.

"Really?" The other party showed a blank look, and then patted his head: "Yes, you do sing, it was mentioned in the introduction. And I have heard those few Chinese songs. Good guy, I was wondering which one Foreign singers can write this kind of Chinese-style songs. But again, you really don’t look like a director.”

"This is indeed a problem. Someone has said that to me more than once." Angela looked at Sandrine who was pulling her husband, and couldn't help but chuckled a few times. "The truth always hurts."

At the prompt of his wife, Jiang Wen finally put away his carelessness, and after hearing Angela's words, he muttered, "That's right, the truth hurts, so no one likes to hear it."

Angela could not help raising her eyebrows when she heard the bleakness in his tone, thinking of the movie he participated in, she could not help but ask, "Mr. Jiang, do you think the Chinese in that period were Is that so? If you think I'm offended, you don't have to answer."

Jiang Wen was stunned and then shook his head: "Of course it does not represent all Chinese, but it is a microcosm of the common people at the bottom of China for thousands of years, which contains many things... It is a pity, Miss Angela, you have a certain understanding of China understanding, but I don’t think you can fully understand that the founding time of the United States is too short to appreciate the heaviness contained in the long history.”

I see.Angela really wanted to say that, she wanted to continue the discussion, and wanted to hear the views of Chinese filmmakers on that period of history, which might be helpful to herself.But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't get them out. After a long silence, he could only shrug his shoulders: "It sounds very profound."