novelraw Chapter 260
Chapter 260
Open air restaurant.
Edward, Gerald, and David Finch were having dinner, and when they saw Josie coming back from outside by boat, they immediately waved to her.
"Not jet-lagged?" David Finch asked.
"I slept too long on the plane." The waiter opened a seat for Josie. She sat at the small table and thanked him softly.
"Is the island fun?"
"The scenery is good."
"What about other than that?"
“The cafe is also good.”
"So you just went out to drink a cup of coffee." David Finch couldn't believe it, "This is not your style."
Josie smiled without saying a word.
"If it's Café de Flore, I think it's really her style." Edward took a sip of the wine in his glass, "Is that right?"
Josie looked at Edward: "How did you guess?"
"Intuition." Edward smiled at her, "You like artwork, and you also like the story behind the artwork."
It is conceivable that for a coffee shop to be praised by a person who does not usually drink coffee, the taste of the coffee is not the key, but the meaning given to the place itself.
But Josie blinked her eyes and replied, "It's probably... half right."
She does like art.
However, who stipulates that artworks are dead objects?
David Finch had heard a little about Flora Cafe, but apparently he wasn't very interested. He pulled the chair in towards Josie, and asked, "Okay, I'm in Venice now, what are you talking about?" When will you authorize me?"
Josie replied: "Don't worry, my promise will take effect after the premiere."
In the beginning, David Fincher didn't want to come to the Venice Film Festival to promote their new film in person. He thought the director's work was behind the scenes, and the PR campaign was a curse and a dump.
But there is no way, who made him fall in love with the film and television adaptation rights of a certain novel in Josie's hands?
Great directors are so flexible.
But to be honest, David Fincher felt that Josie's way of spending money was not like a Hollywood star.
The side business in San Francisco is doing well, and now it is targeting bestsellers.
Moreover, she not only bought the copyrights of many best-selling books on the market, but also set up a special website for this purpose - what is it called Tianshu or Tianhai - and signed cooperation agreements with well-known writers such as Stephen King and JK Rowling, Let people pay to see more and more books online.
Although the current number of active users is not objective, this website looks full of creativity, and many people who are addicted to surfing the Internet have become its loyal fans.
The ambition is very big, and the prospects seem to be quite optimistic.
Josie ordered a glass of lemonade and drank it, and talked with the other three about tomorrow's movie premiere.
"I want to put up a sign outside the screening hall: Please do not watch this film if you are over 50 years old." She joked seriously, "Because I heard that the film festival is a favorite entertainment event for the local elderly, once a year."
"Then I guess someone will protest your discrimination." David Finch shrugged.
"50 years old is a bit inaccurate," Edwards added. "Baby boomers have a hard time liking "Fight Club." They think it's bloody, violent, and negatively chaotic."
"Ed, I remember you weren't a baby boomer?" Gerald noticed the blind spot, "You seem to know the thinking of that generation very well."
Edward put his hands on the back of the chair and smiled slightly: "Oh, I just did some trivial research in the early stage. And I can almost catch up. I was born in August 69."
"Me too. November '69," Gerrard said.
After working together until now, Gerald was very surprised to find that the man in front of him was actually a bit older than himself. However, comparing their faces and temperament... I am afraid that if Edward said that he was in his early twenties, some people would believe him.
He couldn't help but look at Josie.
Josie raised her eyebrows and put down her water glass: "Don't look at me, gentlemen, I'm about a round younger than you all."
"But your mental age is very mature." Edward said.
Gerald also nodded, the kind of lingering fear.
"Wait, so I'm the only target audience for the movie—does that mean?" David Fincher, the oldest in the room, shouted, "Come on, you all loved it when it was filmed. "
Gerrard laughed and said: "We love it now too."
"But many people will not accept it." Edward said, "To be honest, I often show my script to my dad. He is a very smart and broad-minded person. He even likes "The Graduate" .”
Josie seemed to remember that Edward mentioned that his father was a lawyer, so she asked, "And then? How does he watch our movies?"
Edward didn't make a fool of himself, imitating Mr. Norton's tone and expression, frowning and saying in a low voice: "'Damn! Why on earth do you want to make this movie?'."
After finishing speaking, Edward couldn't help but burst out laughing, and continued his speech after laughing.
"Look, he was really angry, and his reaction convinced me that this script hit him where it hurts." He gestured and said enthusiastically, "This movie is destined to anger a lot of audiences. It's like they can't understand Nirvana." Like the band, they can't understand Fight Club."
Josie propped her chin up with her hands, and tilted her head: "So I really suggest that a sign is needed at the door."
"I agree," Gerald said. "I guess no one over 70 would particularly like to see me take my shirt off?"
Everyone laughed.
After this episode, Gerrard's figure has become famous in Hollywood, and many movie invitations have named him to take it off again.
Best to take off your pants too.
The corners of David Fincher's lips raised, he raised his glass and said, "To be honest, I don't know anyone else in Hollywood who is willing to give us so much money to make a serious movie that is destined to be hated—so , This is a toast to our dear boss!"
"To our heroine."
"To the incomparably best lady before us!"
The three of them cooperated tacitly and raised the wine in their hands one by one, making the atmosphere of the scene very lively.
Josie looked down at the lemonade in her glass, shook her head helplessly, and cooperatively asked the waiter to bring a wine glass, and poured herself some local specialty wine.
"cheers!"
"cheers!"
The night was getting darker. After the meal, David Finch and Gerard Butler went back to their rooms or had fun. Only Edward did not leave, but entered the elevator with Josie.
"Shall we talk?" he asked.
"Okay." Josie didn't object, but asked, "Go to my room?"
"can."
Go upstairs to Josie's large suite. The living room has its own balcony facing the canal, with a wide view.
Josie went to wash her hands first. When she came out, Edward was putting down the handset of the landline phone. He noticed that she had returned to the living room, and explained with a normal expression: "David wants to know if we are going to set off together tomorrow afternoon. I will tell him you I am used to going to the scene three or ten minutes earlier.”
"Thank you." Josie poured two glasses of water by the small water bar in the room, and handed one to Edward. "Okay, what are we talking about?"
As she spoke, she walked towards the balcony.
Edward followed Josie's footsteps and left the room, and saw her leaning on the balcony railing and turning her head back. The night wind was blowing her long dark hair. The air was faintly crimson.
He stepped forward to Josie's side, stared at her charming little face that was said to have been kissed by God, and remained silent.
Josie is undeniably beautiful.
She is the perfect movie goddess, just standing there like this, she is already as beautiful as clouds and snow, with a wonderful sense of atmosphere, she is the beauty drawn by Kirkus.
And if her pair of beautiful eyes blink lightly, it's hard for people not to be attracted by her, and even become passionate without knowing it.
Edward couldn't help sighing silently, even his tone was unconsciously gentle: "I want to know why you rejected me."
He was referring to the casting of "Like Heaven."
Originally Edward was convinced that he was the most suitable candidate for the actor, but to his surprise, his agent Alan Parker failed to operate and was told that the role had been taken away by others.
Josie raised her hand, brushed her hair lightly, and replied, "I told you, Ed, we shouldn't cooperate again in the short term."
Excuse.
She had clearly considered Gerald as the lead actor in another movie.
Edward took a sip of the water in the glass, looked up at her and said, "Is it really not possible? I like the script of "Like Heaven" very much."
Josie just glanced at him, smiled faintly, and turned to face the canal.
Edward looked up and called Josie's name.
Josie didn't look back, but sighed: "Is this interesting?"
"What?" Edward tried hard to keep his expression unchanged.
"It's not right, Ed. At this time, you shouldn't continue to maintain the current expression, you should give me a little more emotion. Like this." Josie turned her head, gave him a puzzled expression, and then instantly Resuming a nonchalant look, he said: "As actors, we are more emotionally sensitive than most people, and this can sometimes be a double-edged sword."
Edward's face was slightly condensed, and he asked, "So?"
"Repeat the same mistakes." Josie said, and at the same time retracted her gaze, half leaning on the railing, looking at the river, "The two of us are together, we will only repeat the same mistakes."
This time Edward finally stopped pretending, and disagreed with her: "How do you know that you must repeat the same mistakes, rather than reunite?"
Josie shook her head and remained silent.
Her gaze fell on the surging water, and in the dark night, she could only see the sparkling water and the deep ripples like ink. The silhouette seemed to blend into the scene, appearing quiet and alienated, with an unfathomable feeling Unreal.
After a long while, she said: "Since you know about the 'broken mirror reunited', you should know that the mirror still has cracks that cannot be changed."
"Josie, we are not two broken mirrors..." Edward tried to persuade Josie, but the latter waved his hand and didn't want to listen.
"Yes, but we are two similar mirrors." Josie thinks that some problems cannot be solved, "Have you ever thought that you just can't accept that the more free and easy person is me, or that you still haven't left the role? Never been able to let go.”
An actor has to be very vulnerable, very sensitive, to play a character that empathizes with him.
And in the movie "Fight Club", their relationship on and off the screen, and their character empathy, all complicate what should have been simple.
Josie is still like this.
What's more, Edward has always been crazier when he is immersed in acting. Can he really distinguish his emotions inside and outside the play?
Edward smiled wryly, his shoulders drooped weakly, and said: "I admit, I am indeed still trapped in the influence of the role, and I can only hope to redefine myself through another completely different script, or just treat it as a character. We use the movie to talk about a complete relationship, and probably I can get out of this state."
His tone was sincere.
This time there was no flaw in his expression, his slightly drooping eyes flashed with heartbreaking fragility, and that wry smile was both melancholy and lonely, as if at this moment he was just an ordinary man who could be easily hurt by others.
Obviously, he was showing weakness to Josie.
And his body language seems to say: Come on, you can hurt me wantonly, even if it is pain, I will be happy.