Angela tidied up her clothes and took a deep breath before stepping out of the car door. The long guns and short cannons that had already been aimed at it suddenly clicked, and it wasn't until the flashing lights that the surrounding reporters realized that something was wrong. Her Royal Highness Princess She was wearing a blue and black women's suit instead of the evening dress that a female star should wear!
A pair of black mid-heeled leather shoes and decent trousers made her slender legs have no curves, but they had a different flavor. Two buttons were fastened to the lower abdomen to form a strong contrast. The neckline of the white shirt turned out, and the elegant goose neck reached the looming collarbone. Just the right half-coverage gives Angela a completely different charm from other female stars.
To put it simply, a women's suit makes her look more heroic and has the temperament of a strong woman, but her long golden brown hair hangs down softly with a hint of charm, but it seems to tell people that this is still a girl. The two temperaments are mixed together, sometimes strangely distinct, and occasionally like Tai Chi, you have me and I have you, which makes Angela have a different kind of sexy!
Yes, sexy, journalists can't help but think of this word, as the description circulated privately from Giorgio Armani: Angela's sexy comes from herself. As a result, the cameras in their hands kept shooting more and more, and of course, all kinds of recording equipment had to be handed out. At this moment, all reporters wished their hands could be longer.
However, Angela still maintained her previous uncooperative state, smiling and waving or nodding, but did not answer the question. Anyway, they are all familiar topics such as "feelings about the best director nomination", "are you sure you will win the best director", "why are you worried about not responding publicly" and so on. Oh, of course, now to add the "when did Gyllenhill start" gossip.
"Miss Angela, why did you choose a suit instead of the usual evening dress for today's outfit? Does this have any special meaning?" A reporter's voice suddenly interjected, and the question that was different from the others made Angela slightly confused. stunned.
After about two seconds, she immediately responded with a smile and replied, "My nomination has nothing to do with acting awards, so I don't think it's a big deal to dress like other directors."
"So, you are very sure to compete with other directors?" The reporter cleverly led the topic to another aspect.
This made Angela stunned again, each of these reporters is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
But she also only took two seconds to react, and the smile on her face never changed: "For me, it is very lucky to be nominated, and I will not expect to win the best director. "
"Why do you think so? The selection members of the Film Academy Board of Directors have always been fair, haven't they?" the reporter immediately asked again, looking at him and the guys next to him holding the microphones With all eyes shining, you can know that this problem can be described as "well-intentioned"!
"Because of age," Angela said, not being fooled, "please don't forget I'm only 18, oh no, I'm 19 now, it's not easy to get nominated. I'll get best director, but not now ."
After speaking, she smiled slightly and ignored the reporters' loud questioning, Angela walked to the middle of the Dorothy Tent Theater. This year's Oscars did not choose the Holy Spirit Auditorium as the venue for the awards ceremony.
"Hi Angie, busy man, nice to meet you." Nicole Kidman was the first to spot her in the crowd and walked over to say hello with a smile on her face. She was wearing a patterned lilac long-sleeved evening dress. , the hair is cut so short that the neck is like a steel wire and combed on both sides, which looks quite amorous.
When she saw what Angela was wearing, her eyes widened: "My God, you are..."
"What? Is there any problem?" Angela shrugged.
"Oh, of course..." Nicole didn't know whether to laugh or what to come back to her senses, "Of course there is a problem, don't you think you are a little... too outstanding?"
"So what, my few nominations have nothing to do with acting awards, I don't have to wear those beautiful evening dresses to come here," Angela brought out the previous statement again, "Besides, I should also be dressed like this. It's a dress, isn't it?"
"There has never been a female director wearing a lady's suit to attend the Oscars, Angie." Nicole said helplessly, but then she shook her head again: "Forget it, if you're not a maverick, you're not a genius lady, and... "
Nicole looked at Angie up and down again with her chin up, and there was a hint of an ambiguous smile on the corner of her mouth: "You are really handsome and attractive like this, even I have a little bit of heartbeat, I'm afraid you will be in the "Out of the Box" later tonight. Cabinet magazine's most-wanted-to-date ranking is at least a few places higher."
Angela just rolled her eyes. After the first report of the dark contractual speculation, she was on the list of the most wanted women to date in "Out" magazine, but probably because she was only 18 years old, the ranking was only in the In the middle, but looking at her today's capable strong woman's dress and a little charming atmosphere, maybe it will really be as Nicole said.
"Are you, the woman at the top of the list, planning to lead by example?" Angela couldn't help but folded her arms. "Who are you planning to date? Naomi? It seems that she still lives with you, right?"
"Naomi stayed at home because I wanted her to stay with me for a while," Nicole glared at her angrily, "If it counts as a date, you and your sister aren't dating all the time. ?"
"Actually, it's really a date, a date between friends and sisters, I don't want some people to live in—" Angela blinked her eyes narrowly, and then changed the subject before Nicole frowned. : "Why, it's been more than half a year, and you're still unhappy and still thinking about that?"
Nicole shrugged and glanced at the door of the theater. There was sarcasm in her eyes: "You know, I made people notice that he waited until he got in before letting the car drive over. I don't want to meet him on this occasion."
What an idiot... Angela sighed in her heart, she actually brought up this topic, but she could only comfortably say: "Don't think about it so much, since it's over, then just go your own way, you You can't never meet him in public forever, can you?"
Nicole obviously didn't want to talk too much about this, and immediately turned to other topics: "By the way, I haven't congratulated you in person yet. Nominated for the youngest best director, what are the next filming plans?"
"It's not a very good plan, it's still secretly prepared, because if it leaks out, I'll be under a lot of pressure," Angela shrugged and smiled again, "It's a pity, there's no heroine, it's a man's one-man show. "
"After writing the script for a man's play and producing a man's play movie, are you planning to direct a man's play movie yourself?" came a voice team, followed by Soderbergh's striking bald head in Angie pull in front of the eyes.
"I didn't eavesdrop, I just happened to pass by." Soderbergh raised his right hand under the gaze of the two women, and he was a gentleman as long as he didn't pick up the camera.
"You're right, in fact, this time I'm going to challenge myself," Angela smiled slightly. "It's difficult, ten times more difficult than directing American Beauty, but don't think I'll tell you what that is now."
"It doesn't matter, you can't keep it a secret forever." Soderbergh grinned as he adjusted his glasses, looking disinterested, "I'm just wondering if I can beat you as an opponent in a few hours."
Angela rolled her eyes, then looked at Nicole: "Do you want to bet, Nicole? Ten dollars, I'll pay this year's best director winner, Steven—" She dragged her voice, "Spear Berg!"
"Spielberg?" Nicole, who wanted to see her tease Soderbergh, asked unexpectedly.
"Obviously, Angie not only has no confidence in himself, but also in me." Soderbergh said sarcastically.
"Just wait and see, the answer will be revealed in a few hours." Angela raised her eyebrows and spread her hands gracefully.
At this time, she saw two familiar figures from the crowd. She couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable at the same time. She said apology to Ni Ke and Soderbergh in front of her and walked over there.
"Hi, how are you?" Following Angela's words, the two women who were talking in a low voice turned their heads. The one on the left is wearing a black low-cut over-the-knee short skirt with fluffy big waves hanging on the shoulders, and the one on the right is wearing a white V-neck long skirt with thin shoulders, but the same big waves are pulled into a bun at the back of the head. an atmosphere. The two stood together, black and white, but they complemented each other, making the man couldn't help but want to cast his eyes here.
"Hi, Angie." Although the two women greeted her reservedly, Kate's eyes were full of fire-like passion. Although Rachel was very calm, the unnaturalness in her eyes still fell. In the eyes of Angela, who was observant.
"Isn't it abrupt? I hope it didn't bother you." Although Angela tried her best to keep a smile, there was still a bit of sourness in her tone. Naturally, Kate couldn't hear it, and immediately gave her an angry look: "Of course not, we are talking about the upcoming "The Mummy", and Rachel is really becoming an expert on ancient Egypt."
"Really? If you get a degree certificate, you should publicize it." Angela said jokingly, she quickly corrected her mentality, after all, she and Rachel had reconciled and had no contact for more than half a year. pass.
"This is a good idea, I will try it out when I have time." Rachel also adjusted her mentality immediately, but she didn't seem to want to stay any longer: "I think you may have a lot to talk about privately, so I'm sorry. in."
She smiled and nodded, turned and walked into the theater. Kate turned around and shook her head slightly teasingly at Angela after her back disappeared: "This is not like you, Angie."
"Okay, I'm just a little emotional, it's human nature, after all..." Angela made a few gestures and blinked her eyes to make amends, and Kate could only helplessly sigh and change the subject: "You Wearing a women's suit to the Oscars, but... he looks handsome."
"Of course," Angela deliberately pulled the edge of her suit. "Whenever you wear a women's suit, you might even be on the Outcome magazine's list of women you want to date the most."
"This proposal is worth considering." Kate said in a deliberately serious tone, then tilted her head: "But, Angie, wearing a women's suit on this occasion is really not appropriate."
"Anyway, I don't want to wear a low-cut evening dress. To be honest, I didn't plan to participate in this awards ceremony." Angela raised her hands and made an indifferent expression.
"But you came anyway." Kate shrugged.
"If it wasn't for the committee to invite me to be the best actress award guest, I would definitely not participate." Angela shook her head, then added: "And from this session, I don't plan to participate in the Oscars again, unless it is Special case."
"Even if there are nominations, not even director or actor nominations?" Kate couldn't believe it.
"Of course, since I can put Grammy's pigeons, why can't I put Oscar's pigeons." Angela raised the corners of her mouth, and there was a naughty taste in it.
"If you were like you, you wouldn't have to hold any awards ceremony." Kate covered her mouth and shook her head and laughed.
"Okay, okay, let's go in. It's too conspicuous to stand here, and my crew members should already be waiting inside." Angela looked around, made a gesture of please and followed. Go inside the theater.
"Can your maverick dress not attract attention? In your words, it is as bright and outstanding as a firefly in the darkness." Kate followed behind with a smile.
The two walked into the theater talking and laughing, and quickly came to the entrance of the auditorium along the long passage.
"Where are you sitting? It's too bad. We are separated by at least five rows and fourteen seats." Angela smacked her lips while looking at the venue where many people were already seated at the entrance.
"It doesn't matter, I can see you, that's enough." Kate didn't care.
"Every time I have to look back to see you." Angela shrugged and was about to part with Kate when a slightly old voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Is it Angie?"
Angela turned her head and met Steven Spielberg in a standard men's black suit, bow tie and glasses, although the slightly curly hair was still black and brown, but the beard was already dark. Black and white.
"Hello, Steven." Angela stretched out her hand in surprise.
"I thought you were already in, but I didn't expect it to be here." Spielberg shook hands with Angela with a faint smile, and then greeted Kate and shook hands.
Kate, who saw something, immediately left and entered the venue, while Angela shrugged at the old man after she had walked away: "What's the matter? If you want to persuade me to withdraw from the competition for the best director, it is impossible, because I can't go back if I want to."
Spielberg couldn't help laughing softly, and then jokingly said: "Actually, I'm trying to persuade you to withdraw from the competition for the best soundtrack, because I don't think you can beat John."
"Oh, don't worry, Steven, I know this very well, and..." Angela giggled, "I also think you'll win the best director contest, and just a few minutes ago I bet ten people on it. Dollar."
"Should I say you have too much confidence in me, or too little confidence in yourself?" Spielberg laughed again.
"As I said to reporters outside, I'm very lucky to be nominated," Angela stopped joking. "To win the best director, you must first have considerable qualifications."
Spielberg didn't speak, looked at her quietly for a long time before sighing: "Unconsciously, the girl who played the violin in the stairwell to vent has become such a good person."
Angela's face couldn't help but get a little feverish, and she smiled slightly before saying, "If there is nothing else, I'll go in."
The old man opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but then closed it again. After a while, he opened his mouth with hesitation: "I heard... You are going to Poland soon?"
Angela blinked with a surprised look, and frowned together. Spielberg saw what she was thinking, and immediately added: "John accidentally said it, you know our relationship, and he also served as the soundtrack of "Saving Private Ryan" this time."
"Yes, if it goes well, I will go at the end of next month," Angela nodded without denying, "Is there any guidance?"
Spielberg looked at Angela again, with a wry smile in his expression: "I don't know, Angie, I don't think you can shoot this subject well, you're too young and it's too... well, I don't want to preach or accuse anything. , after all you're the director, you're the producer, you've made up your mind. I'm just... just..."
The old man waved his hand and looked at the big stage with the statuette in the middle of the venue, as if there was something he couldn't say. Angela followed his gesture and looked at the stage, and then at Spielberg, who didn't know what she was thinking. A flash of light flashed in her mind. She finally understood what the other party was worried about. She was also nominated for several awards in this year's Oscars. "Beautiful Life"!
I remember there was a media report that Spielberg almost got up and left in the middle of watching "Life is Beautiful" because he thought "Life is Beautiful" was too entertaining and the Holocaust shouldn't be treated as entertainment.
Thinking about it carefully, this is the same reason that the Chinese treat "Empire of the Sun". Angela once remembered that someone in a previous life declared on the Internet that if the Japanese in "Empire of the Sun" were replaced by Nazis and the others were replaced by Jews, this movie would dare Do you shoot like this
In fact, no matter whether it is "Empire of the Sun" or "Life is Beautiful", the artistry is there, otherwise so many people would not like it, but from the perspective of the victim, it is impossible to accept this kind of thing that does not conform to their cognition.
Although it was a sudden thought, Angela understood it very well, so she patted Spielberg's arm and said solemnly: "I know what I'm doing, Steven, I also know what I should do, Look, I'll speak with the facts."