Sarah Michelle Gellar simply agreed to Angela's invitation. As for the reason, according to the lawsuit, the genius lady who is also the producer, director and screenwriter said: Because she looked crazy enough at the time The words were sincere enough, and Sarah was eager to make another breakthrough in her image, so she made a deal.
As for whether this is the truth or not, no one knows, because another client has said in private more than once: If someone grabs your collar viciously and gives you an ultimatum with a murderous face, what do you swear to say? If you don't agree, you're dead, and so on, so what else can you do but nod your head desperately
This statement is also debatable. Everyone thinks that Miss Genius should not be the kind of person with violent tendencies. So what happened at that time, like a mystery hidden in history, was shelved after the truth could not be found. Well, these are all things to say later, and now Angela is still busy casting new movies.
Heath and Michelle have also agreed, and Sarah has already had suitable candidates for almost several of the main roles, so there is only one person left to fool. Angela moved her eyes from the computer screen to the window of the car.
I would like to know, Mr. Jack Gyllenhill, will you spread some scandal with Mr. Heath Ledger? Angela gritted her teeth and thought. Obviously, even though the main responsibility is not on Gyllenhaal, and she has also recovered from the party of the Sisterhood, she is still a little haunted by the gossip two years ago, and she really has a vengeance... woman.
It didn't take long before the doorbell rang, and the door was opened. A young woman with brown hair between 22 and 28 appeared in front of her. She looked at Angela and Sparrow behind her with a puzzled face. And two bodyguards: "Sorry, what's the matter with you?"
"Does Mr. Jack Gyllenhill live here?" Angela took off her sunglasses and hat and smiled politely, "I'm Angela Mason, I should have called Gyllenhill directly. Sir. But his answering machine said he was going back to his parents' house for a few days, so I took the liberty of visiting."
The young woman blinked and finally responded: "God, it's Miss Angela! Nice to meet you, I'm Maggie Gyllenhill, Jack's sister."
"Nice to meet you too, Gillen—may I call you Maggie?" Angela shook her hand.
"Of course, Angela." Maggie stepped aside, "Please come in."
Maggie's parents, Stephen Gyllenhaal and Naomi Fonner, also came to the living room, and after Maggie's introduction, they chatted with Angela. One of the couple is a producer and the other is a director, so there are a lot of topics to talk about.
"A woman like Angela can achieve such achievements at such a young age, and even surpass men in some aspects, only one will emerge in hundreds of years." Lord Fonner said with praise, while Mr. Gyllenhill shrugged unnaturally. shrugged.
Angela snickered, and said with a little humility on her mouth: "I just work harder than the average person."
At this moment, there was a sudden banging sound on the stairs, and several people in the middle of the living room immediately looked for the sound. In between, Jack Gyllenhill clutched the handrail of the stairs slightly and seemed to almost fall, with a slight surprise and a little fear on his face, and Maggie beside him was stunned.
"What happened, my dear." Mrs. Fonner stood up.
"It's okay, Mom, it's okay, I slipped and almost fell just now." Jack explained, glancing at Angela from time to time, the surprise and fear before seemed to be because of her.
Is it that serious? Angela grumbled in her stomach, and immediately got up and greeted, "Hi, Jack, how are you?"
"Um... Hello, Angela, I heard... You have something to call me?" Jack said and glared at his sister, obviously because Maggie didn't tell him who was coming when he went up to find him before. However, Maggie didn't take her brother's dissatisfaction seriously, and shrugged her shoulders aside in disapproval.
"Yes," Angela nodded with a smile, "If possible, how about going to your room to communicate first?"
"Why..." Jack Gyllenhill looked embarrassed, but before he could finish speaking, Angela gave him a covert stare and immediately changed his words: "Okay, then... please come up."
They came to Jack's own bedroom upstairs one after another. Angela scurried to the corner by the window before he could speak: "Okay, is there anything we can say now?"
Angela couldn't help rolling her eyes, and said angrily and funny: "What are you hiding there for?"
"I think it's good for everyone to keep a distance." Jack made a hesitant gesture.
"Please, that's what happens when you're drunk," Angela gritted her teeth, "Besides, I've already apologized."
"Apologize? Sorry, I don't seem to have heard it." Jack folded his arms and snorted.
"Yes, not in person, but someone gave you a note!" Angela also raised her arms.
"Okay, okay, stop here, OK?" Jack immediately raised his hands in the air, "If this is the business, then I have forgiven you; if this is not the business, then please say the business!"
"Okay, business." Angela snorted heavily in her stomach. "You dropped out of Harvard last year. It is said that you want to concentrate on developing in the entertainment industry. How do you feel now?"
Jack Gyllenhill hesitated and replied briefly, "Not bad."
"Not bad? So you're satisfied with your position?" Angela raised her eyebrows, "A teenager, a rebellious and unruly young man living in his own world?"
"So what? I'm not yet 21, so what's the point of not playing this role?" Jack grumbled.
There is a play! Angela's eyes lit up: "It's true. Even if you are willing to play an elderly character with a rich heart, you may not be able to play it well. After all, there are some things that you can't understand without a certain amount of experience."
"Hey, don't think you know me well, Angela," Jack waved his hand unhappily, "I'm really young, but that doesn't mean I can't play those older characters. If you don't have enough experience, you can use other methods. Experience to make up for it, and making blind judgments doesn’t seem to be a commendable thing, aren’t you only 20 years old who can make those movies?”
"I didn't expect you to take me as an example. Your mind turned so fast," Angela clapped her hands with a smile. "Well, since this is the case, there is a chance in front of you. Do you want to?"
"I'm sorry, what do you want to say?" Jack asked in confusion.
"A supporting actor, is he interested in playing the period from 25 to 45 years old?" Angela asked seriously.
Jack frowned as if he still didn't understand. After a while, he showed an unbelievable look: "Brokeback Mountain?"
"The answer is correct, plus ten points!" Although Angela said playfully, she stared at him without blinking.
"This... this..." Jack was at a loss, "this is crazy!"
"Really?" Angela frowned slightly, "Do you think so?"
"Um...I mean..." Jack adjusted his emotions. "Well, I actually wanted to say it's so weird, how could you... think of me for a gay role, and it's such a big time span."
"Well, it seems that someone said just now that no one gave him a chance." Angela said teasingly, pinching her chin.
Jack Gillen Hilton flushed. Without waiting for him to speak, Angela continued: "I think you must have not read this novel, so you don't understand how this is a character worth exploring. To be honest, if I were a male, maybe I would try it. In addition, the average age of the actors selected so far plus me, the director and writer, is no more than 22 years old!"
"This... sorry, it's not that I don't... but..." Jack gestured as if he didn't know what to say.
"To be honest, Jack," Angela raised the corners of her mouth slightly mockingly, "if the man in front of you is a male director in his forties or fifties, he has also been nominated for best director by the Oscar three times in a row, and he also has the title of genius. Are you still so shocked that this person invites you?"
After a pause, she folded her arms and showed a proud look: "Crazy? Maybe. But since I dared to make a movie like "The Pianist" a year ago, I also dare to use a group of young people to shoot this film now. Brokeback Mountain!"
"It doesn't seem to be going well?" Sparrow asked after Angela got into the car.
"Really?" Angela raised her lips slightly, "Don't worry, everything is under my control - if he doesn't call in two days, remember to remind me to call him."
Honestly, it was a lot harder to convince Jack Gyllenhill than Heath Ledger. Even if she has an advantage and a trump card, Gyllenhill doesn't currently have the desire to break through her image like Heath does. Therefore, the effect of the trump card may be greatly reduced, and since his family is likely to disapprove, Angela must find a way to start elsewhere. For example, putting himself in a position of being discriminated against, and then making himself arrogant because of it, to inspire that rebellious mentality of his adolescence.
Fortunately, it basically went well. In the end, Gyllenhill was obviously a little tempted, but he did not answer clearly but said like Heath said that it takes time to read the original book and consider it. It is estimated that the agreement may be around 80%. Angela breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he nodded, even if the family objected, it could be ignored, and it was not in vain that she even brought out the statement "If I were a man, I might try it". If that's the case, the director can perform or forget it.
"No problem," Sparrow nodded. "Would you like to prepare a contract for Mr. Jack like Mr. Heath?"
"Of course, the sooner the rope is tied, the better." Angela shrugged and jokingly said, "You know, Jack. When you say Mr. Jack, you seem to be talking about yourself."
"Maybe it's because I want to be a cowboy after becoming a captain," Sparrow said jokingly.
"Are you sure - really want to be this kind of cowboy?" Angela asked in a long voice.
Sparrow couldn't help but choked and coughed and stopped talking, while Angela burst out laughing. She couldn't help but feel at ease, thinking about "Brokeback Mountain" for a long time, and now that the unplanned things have finally been put back on the right track, anyone will feel a sense of relief being lifted from their shoulders - even if the burden is not completely Remove.
No problem, since we've gotten to this point, there's no reason we can't keep going, even if everyone is young. Angela gritted her teeth and thought, giving you two or even three months to learn how to ride, learn southern accents, and experience cowboy and gay life, so what if you were young!
After a long breath, Angela's brows furrowed slightly again. After a few minutes, she looked at the time, then took out the phone and called: "Hi, Dad, it's me... Yes, if you can, please Arrange for the Sky, I want to go to New York right now... to see grandparents and... you know... thank you... ok ok, I'll buy it, that's all."
After closing the phone, she looked at the phone for a few seconds before looking up: "Backett, we're going to the airport now—sorry, Jack, you need to drive back yourself."
Although Angela paid more attention to comparing her feelings with Lulin in the book when Sarah was emotionally talking about her relationship with Mina, it didn't mean that she had no other thoughts in retrospect. idea.
It's certainly not surprising why Mina is dating Jennifer Love Hewitt, or how to save Sarah's relationship or something - Angela does have this thought, but it's clearly not something she should be involved in.
Angela was a little worried, she didn't want this kind of thing to happen to herself. Although it is a bit ridiculous to say this, she still stubbornly believes that she is different from Mina. No matter whether it is an excuse to escape, at least she is trying to solve it now. However, the contradiction must not be expanded until it is resolved, so I have the phone call to my father before.
After a flight of about three hours, Sky touched down at JFK Airport in the Big Apple. Angela left the airport from the VIP passage surrounded by bodyguards after tidying up a little. Although she was still thinking about things related to "Brokeback Mountain" when she was on the plane, at this time, she calmed down and emptied her head, leaving only one question.
"Hey Nat, it's me," Angela pulled out her phone and called after the car started. "Are you free tonight? How about going out for dinner? Yes, I'm in New York right now, just got off the plane."
She looked at the scenery outside the car window. The high-rise buildings completely blocked the sun behind, leaving only large fiery clouds in the sky: "Don't worry, there will be no problem... That's great, I'll pick you up right away."
After turning off the phone, Angela sighed silently, covered her forehead and began to close her eyes, her other hand pressed on her heart unknowingly. Should... be fine.
Melodious music reverberated in the restaurant, low conversations came and went, the waiters walked between the tables like butterflies in flowers, and the slightly dim lighting made the surroundings romantic and elegant.
"I have to admit that their handling of shiitake mushrooms is unique." After the girl in front of the round table put the food in her hand into her mouth and slowly chewed it, she nodded in appreciation. Although she is not a first-class beauty, the intellectual aura emanating from her bones fascinates everyone.
"That's great, I knew you would like it." The girl sitting across from her laughed, her black shoulder-length straight hair and bright eyes and teeth could be called a stunner, especially the one hanging on The small glasses on the high nose bridge made her full of temptation.
"However, they should have cooked in chicken broth first..." The intellectual girl continued, but the man on the other side interrupted: "Please, Nat, my dear, only those who lose weight will morbidly regard fat as the enemy. Strict vegetarianism In a sense, the activists should advocate eating more vegetables and fruits instead of completely rejecting meat."
"I just said something, Angie, don't you look like this?" Natalie raised her mouth slightly, "It's like someone stepped on your tail."
"Don't be so sarcastic, okay? We're dating." Angela puffed up her cheeks and said in a resentful tone.
Natalie coughed softly: "Please pay attention to the occasion."
"Okay, okay, I see." Angela glanced around, then sighed: "I knew I should have packed this place."
"Then why not pack it?" Natalie asked lightly.
"First, you have to make an appointment in advance; second, under what circumstances would two women dine in such a restaurant?" Angela shrugged slightly.
"So what, anyway, your level of disguise is quite good and the light is dim, so you don't have to worry about being seen, right?" Natalie sipped the ice water in the glass lightly.
"What if you get caught?" Angela asked rhetorically, "I don't want to leak, Nat."
"That's right, after all, you only caused a scandal in San Francisco last month." Natalie said calmly.
"Oh, speaking of which, I have to admire those reporters who actually recognized me from the photos. Of course, I was careless at the time... Hey, wait, what did I hear?" Angela suddenly narrowed. Eyes, looking at Natalie with a half-smile, "There seems to be something sour, is it an illusion? Oh, I thought it would never happen again."
"What are you talking about?" Natalie frowned.
Although the light in the restaurant was relatively dim, Angela could still clearly see a blush flashing across the other's face, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"What am I talking about? Do you really want me to repeat?" Angela grinned.
Natalie didn't speak any more, she took a sip of ice water and turned her head to the side.
Angela sighed and shook her head deliberately at this time: "Just going to San Francisco can make you like this, if you know that I'm going to play a gay character this year, tsk tsk..."
"What did you say, you have a gay character?" Natalie turned around abruptly.