"You'll never understand how painful this torture is, I just lay in the middle, with Kate on the left and Jesse on the first night, Manny on the left and Vivi on the second, and Kayla on the right on the third night It's Liv, and then on the fourth night back to the beginning... God, the only Nat who can let me do whatever I want is far away! If I do anything else, or want to deliberately stir up trouble, Immediately it will be repaired by the two people around... What a huge shame! I can't do anything lying there! And Jesse! To be completely with them! I am so disappointed!" Angela folded her arms and stared at the curtain, her lips trembling and making bursts of sounds that were almost inaudible.
"Angie, are you okay?" A familiar voice suddenly came from the side, startling her.
"Um... ah... Hi, Steven." Angela came back to her senses, smirking to cover up her panic.
"I think I must have missed something wonderful, didn'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, otherwise... the fun would be great.
"Is it over? How do you feel?" Angela changed the subject and looked out at the same time, as if she could see through the wall and see the expressions of the fans over there at the end of the preview.
"Well..." Spielberg said after thinking about it, "although there are some small problems, but overall it is still very good."
"Wow, it's an honor to be praised by you like this," Angela suddenly showed a happy expression, clenching her hands into fists and drawing down excitedly, "By the way, can you be more specific? Oh, please, Shi Steven."
Her shining eyes clearly told Spielberg, if you don't say anything, don't want to leave here. The old man laughed dumbly: "Does it have to be like this? Why does it feel like you are in charge of the tube for the first time?"
"Then you can treat me as the first director," Angela waved her hand carelessly. "Okay, let's start, don't waste your time! Someone said that wasting other people's time for no reason is murder, don't want me If I sue you, say it right away!"
"Okay okay, that's a terrible threat." Spielberg laughed.
After a pause, he suddenly became serious, and when it comes to things related to movies, he doesn't joke.
"The color matching is great, the combination of light and shadow is very ingenious and quite textured; the editing of the shot is smooth, when it is fast, it is sharp and impactful, and when it is slow, it is warm and comfortable; the rhythm is well grasped and tells a very good story. Stories. Those are your strengths, needless to say.” Spielberg paused briefly here, “But, Angie, don’t you think your stories are a little… cliché?”
"You mean..." Angela rubbed her chin and frowned slightly.
"There are many movies about the relationship between parents and children, almost all of them are in this way, because of the contradiction of growth, cracks are formed, then intensified, and then made up and reconciled. Although you have done a very good job in details, the whole movie is very touching, Both your performance and Al's performance are quite superb, and the audience will definitely like it, but the film 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 for the director to shoot for himself, and the other is for the director to shoot for himself, including himself. Most people see it. As for the second type, it is best to show it to yourself first, and then you will consider other people's feelings when you are satisfied. I am not a guy like Lynch who takes a stubborn sword, and I don't like those pity shadows in Europe. A director who takes care of himself, I can consider the feelings of some people but I have no interest and no obligation to consider the feelings of all people, and 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 supported the glasses leg, "I should have thought that you are such a person. Anyway, your new work is very... beautiful, I think Mr. Jared will like it."
"Thank you for your comment, Steven," Angela shrugged, not caring that the other party could see her mind, "I'm glad you came over for the preview."
Spielberg smiled and was about to leave, and Angela stopped him thinking of something at this time: "By the way, Steven."
She hesitated and asked, "Is the Beijing Olympic Committee intending to invite you to be the honorary director of the opening ceremony?"
Probably didn't expect the topic to jump so quickly, Spielberg was obviously stunned, and then carefully recalled for a few seconds before nodding: "Yes, at a certain party, I met with a member of the Chinese Consulate General in Los Angeles. He asked me about this when I was chatting with an official, but it looked more like a joke, you know, at least a year and a half."
"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, my feelings for China are very complicated, I like those ancient cultures, but I hate that government... Did they invite you to sing the theme song? "
"Yes," Angela nodded, "but I refused."
"Rejected?" Spielberg's surprise was not fake. "Don't you like Chinese culture very much? It is said that they even 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 there are people in our country who want this." Angela said 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 his shoulders, and left. Looking at the back of the old man leaving, Angela sighed deeply in her heart, saying that for this sake, even changing her own point of view would be considered benevolent and righteous, if Spielberg ended up in a passive end. That is also helpless. But then again, the old man is considered one of the most powerful people in Hollywood. He has never seen any big storms, not to mention that he clearly understood when he left, so there is nothing to worry about.
Leaving this question behind, Angela walked down the corridor to the theater's office to ask the staff about the trial screenings. So far, three trial screenings have been held, and Angela will come to the theater in secret. to gather audience responses, which has never happened before.
why? Because the previous works are different from the current works! Those previous works are backed up by memory, and Angela will at most attend an internal preview. Although she will also find a theater for fixed-point previews, she has never cared about the opinions of those audiences, even if it is "John Rabe". It was the same with the test screening - the film carried so much that she thought she had expressed what she wanted to express, and she would not change 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 can not care about the opinions of the film critics, but the opinions of ordinary audiences cannot be ignored. Run to the theater to sit in, so that you can adjust the editing properly according to the audience's opinion to make it more perfect before the official release.
"There is no particularly good opinion, most people have praised the film, and these comments can be seen on the Internet. However, there are still some things that are worth considering, and I need to make another adjustment before the official release. ." Angela closed her eyes and put her head on Jessica's shoulder, wrapping her arms around her waist and sniffing her hair.
"When you say that, I suddenly want to see it." Jessica said with emotion as she felt the soft body behind her hugging her, as the horse undulated slowly and evenly.
"Oh? It's not my fault, Jesse, I told you it was time for the fourth screening, but you missed it yourself." Angela grinned and breathed on the back of her neck, making Jesse Card itching had to shrink his neck.
"I didn't mean to be unable to come. I also have work to do." Jessica complained.
"Yes yes, I know," Angela put out her tongue and licked her earballs mischievously, "it's okay, it's going to premiere right before Christmas anyway, don't you plan to attend your premiere? ?"
"How is it possible, not only will I participate, but they will also participate, including Weiwei." Jessica said with a smile, as if she didn't care that they were all "my own" competitors.
Angela frowned involuntarily, and put a little more strength on Jessica's waist, and finally bit her face lightly after grinding her teeth.
"Hey, what's this for?" Jessica squinted at Angela and said with some resentment.
Angela didn't answer, just flicked the reins. The jogging horse suddenly accelerated and ran faster and faster. At the end, accompanied by the whistling wind, the scenery on both sides quickly retreated.
"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, and her whole body was even more She leaned on Angela's body.
A smile appeared on Angela's mouth, pulling the reins while enjoying Jessica's warm body while carefully controlling the horse's run, but she didn't mean to slow down at all. In this way, after the horse carried the two of them for a few laps in the racecourse, Angela pulled the reins to slow down the horse.
"Do you know that I was worried about riding so fast just now!" After getting off the horse, Jessica punched Angela angrily, but the latter didn't care about it with a hilarious smile: "If not, how could you be so obedient? shrunk in my arms."
"Just for this?" Jessica raised her eyebrows and sighed casually, reaching out to hold Angela's face, staring at her for a while and then suddenly hugged her tightly.
"You can tell me directly if you want," she whispered in her ear.
Angela glanced at the jockey who came to lead the horse, and then silently patted Jessica's back. In the final analysis, it was because of the resentment left over from Halloween. This resentment was so powerful that she still couldn't forget it after more than a month. After all, it was the first time that they had been slept with each other when they knew each other's relationship. !
But at this moment, Angela, with guilt, has thrown away this 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, she is still so gentle Kind.
The car stopped, the elderly father was about to explain something, the daughter in the passenger seat had already opened the door and rushed out with a swoosh, then laughed and hugged her friends.
The father got out of the car and stared at the slapsticking daughter and twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a smile, although he had always objected, but the daughter had signed a contract with a company after all. However, in the end, he didn't say anything, just stood there quietly watching his daughter, until they were about to enter the house, and then he shouted nervously: "Chrissy."
The daughter turned her head and looked at her father for unknown reasons. The father waved his hands as if he didn't know what to say. After a while, he stammered and said, "Then... I'll... go back first."
"Understood." The daughter nodded indifferently, and then continued to chat with her friend.
Father raised his hands, sighed softly, got into the old Ford Ford, and drove slowly away from here. After the car was far away, the daughter suddenly turned her head and looked thoughtfully in the direction where her father left.
The father, who stopped the car on the street and greeted the 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. He was drinking and watching the street quietly. The light of the setting sun shed a layer of dim yellow on the slightly dilapidated house, and the lens was stretched far away like a still life painting.
Suddenly, my father seemed to remember something. He hesitated for a few seconds and put the beer can on the bench. He quickly returned to the house and entered the grocery room. Several shots were quickly switched, and the father, who was rummaging in the grocery room, finally dragged out a small box, blew the dust on the surface, and carefully took out the contents inside, which were a few rolls of film and a Set of small projection equipment.
With these things in hand, my father quickly came to the inner room, and several shots were quickly switched. He pulled the curtains and closed the door, pushed the bookshelf away to reveal the snow-white wall, and installed the machine. He took a breath and put the film on it.
The light hit the wall, and after a mottled and disorderly flashed, a cute and cute girl about 4 years old suddenly appeared in the slightly outdated picture, but she stared at the camera awkwardly and indifferently.
"What's this?" A childish voice came from the small speaker, which sounded unpleasant but not annoying.
"This is the camera, dear, it can keep your current appearance in it, and it will be very interesting when you turn it out in ten years, so look at the camera, okay?" The father's voice followed, loud and clear And full of vigor, there is a world of difference from the hoarse voice now.
As the camera turned, the little girl was sitting at the table, grabbing a spoon and eating ice cream, and then found her father with a camera.
"Don't shoot me like this! Dad! Don't shoot me like this!"
"Why? You're so funny looking like this, dear Chrissy."
The camera turned again, and the little girl who was obviously bigger 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 very cute.
"You'll never try to catch me, Dad! Never!"
"Hey, don't run so fast, Chrissy, watch out for the wrestling, don't worry, no one's going to catch 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 was sitting on the floor, staring at the picture on the wall, involuntarily reaching out and touching the projector beside him, as if the lovely daughter in the picture was sitting beside him, watching these pictures with him. image, and his hand was running through her hair.
Father didn't notice at all, the closed door behind him had opened a crack, and a thin light came in and reflected a figure. The camera moved past, and standing at the door looking at 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 room. The foreshadowing of the first fifty minutes almost made people think that the rebellious daughter was too much, but this scene made people's perceptions reversed. Those foreshadowings buried in the details—empty medicine bottles are full the next day, needed materials are still in the hands of the moment when they are trying to find a way to find them, etc., etc.—can’t keep people from exclaiming.
Angela, who was sitting in the front row, finally breathed a sigh of relief and clenched her fists. Obviously, this classic shot has been recognized by the people present, and these exclamations are the best proof. You know, she put a lot of effort into designing this shot, and she was really involved with Alji during the performance. Even Spielberg admitted that as the turning point of the whole movie, this scene was very exciting. The audience at the time only praised but not criticized for this play. It's not in vain that Angela deliberately used those images that her father had taken for her in the movie.
That's right, in this scene, the film images that Al turned up are the real images of Angela when she was a child, with only a little editing and processing.