Although Angela's idea is good, the actual effect is not satisfactory. After all, reporters or paparazzi are not fools. Compared with digging out Angela's opinions and thoughts on the nomination of the best director, it is more newsworthy.
They had planned for a long time, as long as Angela asked them to pass the microphone to the front, even if they didn't answer anything, they would still be able to write a large article in a brilliant way. So they didn't have much reaction to the new actor roles revealed in the blog, but Angela's fans kept leaving messages and asking questions.
In this case, Angela simply stayed in the school and didn't go anywhere. Although it was a simple matter to infiltrate the huge city of Cambridge, if reporters wanted to swarm this place unscrupulously, it still had to be weighed. Weigh.
Besides, Angela has been conducting activities in classrooms, dormitories, and restaurants in addition to the occasional coffee shop or library. Even if the reporters can find a few students to track their whereabouts, they are willing to cover up Angela's whereabouts. Quite a few, this stalemate made the reporters outside the campus depressed, saying that Miss Genius was as difficult to deal with as Jodie Foster.
"Adrien Brody? It should be him." Sitting at the small round table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the campus cafe, Angela murmured while looking at the guy on the computer who looked a bit like Al Pacino. murmured said.
She sits just below the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows that are drawn, so that she can hide her figure behind the curtains and not be afraid of being discovered while getting enough light.
It may be a little early, but critics think he's good, and Soderbergh thinks he has potential. Angela pursed her lips and glanced at the information on the computer, thinking silently. The script creation has been going smoothly these days. After all, all we have to do is add flesh and blood. If we maintain this speed, we should be able to come up with the first draft by the end of the month. As long as the first draft is completed, it will be a lot easier for me - at least you don't have to rush for time. .
In order to maintain this speed, Angela compresses her homework a lot. Anyway, she has already set her own major, so she can naturally give up some of the subjects she has read through. Of course, proper adjustment is also one of the conditions for maintaining speed. In addition to drawing scenes and reading textbooks, Angela will also look at actor files to prepare for not writing scripts.
However, it was a coincidence to find Adrien Brody. Angela found out when browsing the news related to the Oscar nomination list on the Internet that someone complained about a war movie that was released at the same time as "Saving Private Ryan". In his opinion, This war movie doesn't lose out to Saving Private Ryan, but it's really unfair to be nominated for only a few technical awards.
Angela didn't care about it at first. There are so many complaints every year. It is impossible for a movie to satisfy everyone, and niche movies have their own supporters to some extent. However, she immediately thought of the war movie of the big N brand, so she turned it out and saw that it was "The Thin Red Line".
I won't say whether this movie is good or bad. People who like it think it's the best war movie, and people who don't like it think it's fake from beginning to end, but there is one thing about this movie that is often talked about, Just a long list of actors.
A-list stars such as George Clooney, Sean Penn, John Travolta, John Cusack, etc. have all played roles in it, and even some people just disappeared without a trace, and Angela was also at the beginning. I just watched these tricks. Although the film is boring, the performance of the actors is not bad. It is very interesting to look at their files now.
This time I turned to the photo of Adrien Brody, although I didn't notice it when I looked at the name, but the other party's splayed eyebrows are so iconic, as conspicuous as fireflies in the night.
"Although it's ahead of schedule, good actors shouldn't be buried." Angela said to herself, she immediately recovered and laughed mockingly, called up the document and continued to work hard, no matter what, she had to put the first draft first. Get it out and talk.
"Excuse me, can I sit here?" A male voice suddenly sounded beside him.
Angela, who buried her head in the document, couldn't help frowning, aren't these guys finished yet? She immediately raised her head and prepared to ridicule the other party, but she couldn't help but be slightly taken aback after seeing who was coming.
Judging from the appearance, this young man is about the same age as himself. The slightly long and thick eyebrows on the face are pressed down very low, which makes him feel rough, but the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned and a little embarrassed, which is both sunny and shy. It is very handsome and handsome, but Angela is not stunned because of this.
"Jack Gyllenhaal?" Angela asked tentatively a few seconds later.
This time, the other party was stunned, but he quickly reacted and nodded with a bright smile: "I didn't expect Miss Genius to know my name—can I sit down?"
"Of course," Angela quickly glanced at the table in the corner not far away and the young people sitting around it, "you know? I almost asked you to audition."
Jack Gyllenhill who sat down was stunned again, then reacted and shrugged with a slightly wry smile: "No wonder you recognize me—should I regret this?"
"No, if there is a chance to cooperate, maybe I can get you a nomination for Best Supporting Actor." Angela smiled slightly, but she looked like a wolf grandma with her eyes narrowed, and Gyllenhill couldn't help shivering.
"Um... what?" His head didn't turn around for a while. After all, although he had played some small roles before, no one would ever say when they first met that cooperation would give you the best results. Supporting actor nominations or something.
Angela did not repeat the previous words, but leaned back in a different position, leaning on the back of the chair with her hands folded and her chin level, looking at Gyllenhill with interest, yes , scrutinizing eyes, Gyllenhill doesn't know why it feels like this, but it's definitely not a good feeling.
"You also go to college at Harvard?" Angela asked with the corners of her mouth raised.
"Well... Yes, I originally planned to go to Columbia University, but after thinking about it, I still applied to Harvard." Gyllenhill said a little depressedly, although his goal had been achieved, the rhythm of his words was controlled by Angela.
"I've always been curious about how good the Miss Talent recognized by Hollywood is. You know that although you never pretend to be a man in school, you look like a normal woman, but this time she was nominated for an Oscar for best. The director is really surprising." Gyllenhill thought about it and decided to fight back.
"That's nothing—I heard that your sister is also an actor, and your parents are directors and producers, so you should be considered an acting family, right?" Angela didn't answer at all, and changed the topic directly.
Gyllenhill couldn't help but feel at a loss. No matter what he wanted to say, the other party could simply digress and lead the topic to other areas. From the history of Oscar to the history of Harvard University, there was a lot of nonsense. The rambling words made him feel like he didn't know what to say, and after a long time he couldn't help but regret coming over to chat up.
Finally, Angela didn't embarrass him too much. After checking the time, she closed her notebook and stood up: "I'm going back to the dormitory. I'm happy to chat with you. Besides, you can have coffee."
"Okay... wait, what... what?" Gyllenhill replied smoothly, and then realized that something was wrong, "Why?"
"I think you won at least twenty dollars, right?" Angela said with a thumbs up and pointed to the table in the corner. The young people who were looking at this side and giggling quickly lowered their heads. go down.
"Hey... ah... that... I think you may have misunderstood, Angela," Gyllenhill quickly defended, "I admit they encouraged me to come here, but we didn't..."
It's a pity that Angela didn't give him a chance at all: "That's okay, it's okay for men to invite women to have a cup of coffee."
Following her, Shi Shiran walked out of the cafe. The stunned Gyllen Hill saw Angela's figure disappear before he realized that the rich man with a net worth of 2 billion asked him to buy a cup of coffee.
"Never offend Angela who hasn't gotten to know you yet, that's asking for trouble." Jack Gyllenhaal would always mention this when speaking of Miss Genius in the days to come.
After Angela returned to the dormitory, she immediately put this guy out of her head. Although the adaptation rights of the novel "Brokeback Mountain" had been obtained as early as 1997 when it was first published, she did not intend to make it by herself. After all, you can't hide your sexuality for a lifetime, so what could be more dizzying than the news that a lesbian made a gay movie? But nothing is absolute. It is better to be prepared than to be unprepared. This is also the purpose of her acquisition of the right to adapt. only…
Huddled in a dormitory in Cambridge, Angela continued to write the script for "The Pianist" and communicated with her parents, friends, and lovers only by phone. At the same time, I often write one or two articles on my own position from time to time. Although most of them are written in a splendid manner, they are actually a bunch of nonsense and no nutrition.
In the face of Angela, who is like a tortoise with her head shrinking, the reporters really feel that they can do nothing. Although the newspaper reports about the "Miss Genius" being silent about the nomination for the best director have been published every three days, but also from her reports. My classmate and her company's employees have dug up a lot of things, but without a positive answer from myself, this will undoubtedly be scratching the shoes, and the gossip is time-sensitive and will lose its appeal. Of course, it's okay for them to write more exaggerated things out of thin air. It's just that if they accidentally cross the line, they are still clear about who can cross the line and who can't.
No matter how hot the controversy is, it will eventually cool down as people's enthusiasm fades away, not to mention that the protagonist of the controversy will either keep silent or talk nonsense. By the end of February, reporters outside Cambridge had begun It disappeared, and after entering March, it went straight for most of it. Angela couldn't shrink back, which was one of the reasons.
The 41st Grammy Awards ceremony was held on March 1st at the Sacred Auditorium in Los Angeles (Note: In reality, the 41st Grammy Awards ceremony was on February 1st), and originally planned to take the opportunity of the red carpet to torture Angela's Reporters were disappointed, and Miss Genius was clearly holding back - although she beat Sean Colvin for another top single for "Angel's Gaze."
Although it has become a habit to put the Grammy pigeons, Angela specially recorded a volume of VCR this time for her to take and broadcast after she won the award. In the past, there was an agent who helped her come to the stage to accept the award and gave a speech according to the manuscript she wrote. , but this time Sparrow is still unable to come back from Poland and Germany. Instead, it is someone from the record company who accepts the award, so at least in the form of respect.
However, Angela did her best in the video tape. For example, after a long while of filming, she was joking and explaining something to the person who was helping the filming. She even made an exaggerated gesture and sneered and said, "Let them see me the most. Perfect image", when he heard that filming had already started, he covered the camera with panic and nervousness, and after a while, he removed his green eyes and stared at the camera carefully and seriously: "You...you didn't see anything, did you? ?!"
That appearance made everyone in the sacred auditorium burst into laughter, and even the host joked at the end that Angela would not participate in the ceremony in the future, and would just record the VCR for the National Institute of Recording and Science every time.
Because this videotape was filmed in Harvard's dormitory, Angela in it is completely a big sister next door, not at all mature. Even if she was filmed without makeup, she was still cute and beautiful, which made many fans happy.
"It's all my credit. It seems that I can also enter the film industry and try to do photography!" Benita, who helped Angela in the filming, watched the live broadcast on TV and said jokingly and jokingly.
For Angela, the best gift in March was not winning the Grammy's best single, but the first draft of the "Pianist" script was finally completed! Although it is only the first draft, in Angela's eyes, it can basically be settled, and even if it is revised, it will not be able to fix anything, because... This is cheating.
But even so, being able to come up with a complete script within three weeks is not a small achievement, and she is becoming more and more experienced in screenwriting. Now that the draft has been finalized, the next step is to select actors and other preparatory work. Although something is still early, you might as well listen to the sound while you are still in Boston.
So, on March 5th, the few reporters who were still standing outside Cambridge finally found that Angela's car drove in again and drove out again a few minutes later. They were ecstatic. Immediately after laughing at the retreating peers, he couldn't wait to catch up, not afraid that you might not come out if you had any tricks.
But these guys would never have imagined that, not long after they left, another small black Chevrolet family car pulled out of the campus and headed south of Boston, and it didn't stop until the Boston Music Hall.
"Thank you, Mr. Cadman, I'm very grateful." Angela, who got out of the car, walked to the cab and lowered her head, looking at the vice provost who drove her from behind her sunglasses with smiling eyes.
"Just this time, not next time." Burt Cadman raised his finger and shook it solemnly.
"Of course, of course." Angela agreed. After the other party drove away, she put on her hat and stuffed her hair in. Then she beckoned to Bucket who was following her: "Let's go, let's go in."
After an employee led a person in charge to explain the situation, Angela successfully entered the concert hall. Walking through the familiar and unfamiliar passage, she couldn't help but feel a little bit. When was the last time you came here? 5 years ago or 6 years ago
If you turn another corner, you should see the destination, but Angela, who thought so, collided with someone immediately as she turned around. After making a muffled sound, Angela immediately covered her nose, and two tears fell suddenly. She intuitively told her that her nose collided with the other's chin.
"My God, this really hurts." An old man's voice rang out, and he seemed to be hit hard while smacking his mouth.
Although it was as familiar and unfamiliar as the passage of the concert hall, Angela didn't care because her nose was still sore, she took a deep breath and raised her head, and exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. John?!"
"Who are you?" The old man rubbed his chin, adjusted his glasses and looked at the slender and sexy woman in front of him with some doubts, until the other party took off his hat and sunglasses, and it became the same surprise: "Ha, so you It's already here, Angie, oh no, it's supposed to be a genius - miss."
"Okay, it doesn't matter if others call me that, do you want to call me that too, John?" Angela said dissatisfiedly, sniffing her nose, her tearful eyes looking funny.
"If you don't like it, then I won't say anything," John Williams laughed, "you know you've been at Harvard for your second semester and you haven't come to see me, and I thought you took me as an old man. I forgot."
"How is that possible, you are my teacher." Angela's face was still red even though she said so.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this, I just finished practice with the band members so I went out for a walk, I didn't expect you to come," John didn't bother much about this topic, "You said something on the phone. Find me, what is it?"
He suddenly patted his head: "What are we talking about here, let's go to the lounge."
Saying that, John led the way in front, and soon they arrived at a rather spacious private lounge.
"Want something to drink?" John took out two glasses from the cupboard.
"Pure water is enough." Angela sat down on the sofa and said bluntly: "Of course I'm here to see if I can ask you to do the soundtrack for my next movie."
"Why, even Miss Talent can't figure out something?" John Williams put the water glass in front of her with a smile, "Speaking of which, we are still rivals at this Oscar." (Note: "American Beauty" There are also nominations for the soundtrack, which were omitted earlier.)
"It's good that I can nominate, and the soundtrack of "American Beauty" is not particularly good." Angela shook her head and then changed the topic back: "Although I really want to try it myself, the subject matter is too heavy, just Directing takes almost all of my energy.”
"Oh?" The old man raised his eyebrows, "What subject?"
""pianist"."
""pianist"?"
"Yes, the 'The Pianist' that caused a stir after it was published last year!"