novelraw Chapter 263
Chapter 263
10 minutes into the movie.
The person in charge of the film festival sitting near David Fincher couldn't help showing an indescribable expression.
When he saw the male protagonist played by Edward Norton in the movie, he couldn't resist being pressed to his chest by a man with excess estrogen, just like most American parents saw their adolescent children fall in love with Marilyn Manson.
What is this movie trying to talk about?
fight?
Unemployment crisis?
Mutual aid?
Obviously, it feels confusing, especially when the dialogue is heavy.
Soon, the heroine Mara played by Josie appeared.
He was dressed in a cold black dress and black dress, with a black super covering most of his face, short disheveled hair, and a British-style wide-brimmed hat obliquely.
She was just on the screen, her red lips slightly parted, and she exhaled a gray smoke ring, blurring her beautiful face, so the men in the entire auditorium seemed to be——
'It's like a collective suicide. '
Jim Rose Stewart, who was watching the movie, thought silently.
He was sitting in an inconspicuous corner of the screening hall, and beside him was an elderly Italian film critic with whom he was an old acquaintance.
Why did the other party spray him last time?
'A grotesque, tedious, disappointing show with nothing to offer. '
But now, the filmmaker followed the heroine of the movie with his mouth slightly open, his eyes fixed, like a dementia, wishing he could rush into the movie to light a cigarette for the heroine.
For the next two hours, these viewers, whose average age is over 60, seemed to be playing a game of finding movies among boring commercials.
As soon as the heroine appears, they will be refreshed;
The heroine and the hero go to bed, and all the sleepy ones run away;
The female lead touched the male lead's cock, and the old guy next to Jim even adjusted his sitting posture...
I have to say that Josie Horton really has a face full of storytelling and drama.
Every frame of her in the movie is beautiful, obviously she didn't shed a single tear from the beginning to the end, but it looks like some kind of glass-like product, so transparent and fragile that it makes one's heart soften.
beautiful.
Not just the beauty of her face and figure, but her whole person in the lens controlled by director David Fincher, presenting a tragic romantic and fragile temperament.
A woman who is as cold and hard as some kind of glass, but breaks at the touch of a touch.
But it doesn't stop there.
The beauty of the heroine does not soften the pen of those critics.
As a filmmaker rooted in Europe, Jim knows very well that "Fight Club" will never be the genre that European movies like, and the cold reception in Venice will inevitably happen.
It could be a good movie, but it wouldn't be a good art movie.
But that has nothing to do with Jim.
At this moment, the only thing he cares about is whether the failure of the movie will affect the heroine's perception of Italians a little bit.
Oh, forewarning--
But when he left the stage, he wrote a good review seriously.
Leaving the movie palace quietly, Jim had just finished taking pictures with fans who recognized him on the road when he heard someone calling his name behind him, "Mr. Stewart, please wait!"
Jim stopped and waited for the American woman with a briefcase to catch up from behind him.
"Hi ma'am, is there anything I can do for you?" he asked politely.
"Hello, Mr. Stewart, I am Nora Efron, the director of "Like Heaven", we have contacted by email." Nora Efron struggled to adjust her breathing, "Excuse me, but can I take your 10 minutes?" Minutes, I can't wait to talk to you about the making of the film."
According to Nora Efron's current status in the arena, some people are rushing to act in the movies directed by her.
But even so, after watching Jim Ross Stewart's performance in "Days Above the Clouds" and knowing that he himself might not really want to come to Hollywood to develop, the queen of romantic movies booked the earliest flight to catch up She came to Venice just to convince her most wanted leading actor.
Jim smiled and asked without answering, "I think you just flew over from Los Angeles today, right?"
"Uh, yes."
"Come on, Ms. Efron, let me buy you a cup of coffee. We have more than ten minutes."
At the reception later that night, Art Linsen had already sensed the lukewarm response to "Fight Club" from the festival's first audience, and had to call back to Los Angeles to find someone to save the scene.
The Venice Film Festival was supposed to be a good start, but now it has obviously had the opposite effect. Whether it is ordinary audiences or filmmakers, almost the viewing experience of this movie is very bad.
'It's so cruel, it's hard to watch this movie. '
’ Can’t say it’s dull or rough, but all in all Fight Club strikes me as silly, jaw-dropping acting (overacted to the point of being really bad). '
’ I thought it was going to be a movie about sports, or little people growing up, but instead, it’s bloody and violent, dark and decadent.The only bright spot is Josie Horton's sex with another actor. '
'The heroine is stunningly charming.She completely satisfies some unknown fantasies of many men, like a powerful drug, making people drowsy movie watching experience mixed with moments of sudden excitement. "
'I can't stand it at all.Not even an Oscar winner could keep me going until halfway through the film.The frenetic performances of the actors and the messy story give the film an almost out-of-control quality, and I am surprised that this film can be finished. '
'American films are increasingly disappointing, and the gold content of the Oscars is also worrying. '
Josie stared at the person in charge of Fox's publicity team, and read all the reviews aloud tonight in front of her. It was obvious that there were overwhelmingly bad reviews, so that the Fox employee became more and more concerned. The more I read, the more I had a bad feeling.
After reading it, the sweaty young man called out tentatively: "Ms. Horton?"
Josie rubbed her temples with an unhappy expression, "First of all, your announcement is very problematic. The local residents of Venice are generally aging, but you actually want to pull them to watch our premiere? Oh, God , I really want to kill you right now."
"We just want more people to..."
"Shut up." Josie interrupted impatiently, feeling her temples were throbbing, "Secondly, I don't think you have any respect for us film creators. I'm very upset that you have ignored our suggestions several times. angry."
As she spoke, she took a long, deep breath, apparently restraining her anger.
After about ten seconds, she continued: "In the end, I hope you know, this movie failed, it was just a failure for me, and your career will definitely be over-know what I mean ?"
The person in charge nodded hurriedly.
Then, he asked cautiously: "So, what should I do now?"
How to do it?
Josie laughed angrily, it seems that their publicity team had to change again.
"Control the public opinion on the Italian media side, and try to avoid affecting North America. Find some online professional trolls to confuse the online feedback of the film festival, pretending to be black, conspiracy theories, avoiding the important and taking the light... Whatever. Do I have to teach you how to do it? Breathe, little baby?"
The person in charge of publicity and distribution who was slammed trotted all the way to work, while Josie, who was sitting on the sofa with her arms folded and sulking, got a cup of steaming vanilla parfait, dotted with sin Incredible chocolate sauce.
"Come on, open your mouth." Edward, who was holding a spoon, urged.
Josie frowned subconsciously, but she didn't refuse to take a sip of the calorie bomb that was sent to her mouth. The slightly bitter chocolate sauce mixed with cream, chestnuts, powdered sugar and the sweetness of some plants melted on the tip of the tongue, presenting a refreshing taste. The mellow taste slightly dispelled her restlessness at the moment.
So Josie didn't hold back, took two more mouthfuls from the spoon, and then refused to touch it.
She put down the spoon and said to Edward, "Thanks, I feel better now."
"I just hope you stop thanking me sometime." Sitting on an armchair next to Josie, Edward asked again, "What's wrong with you today? I mean, you looked fine before the premiere." of."
Josie pinched the bridge of her nose and said with her forehead, "It's just a little headache, it's okay."
Edward looked worried, stood up and walked behind Josie to give her a massage.
His fingers were still slightly cool. When they first touched her skin, Josie froze subconsciously, but she quickly relaxed her whole body with skilled skills.
After pressing her head and shoulders, she didn't even let go of her stiff back, it was so comfortable that she couldn't help but feel drowsy.
Josie narrowed her eyes, and said with the remaining willpower: "I'm fine, if this continues, I will almost fall asleep."
"Then go to bed." Edward ignored the first half of the sentence, "It's very late, I'll take you back to your room later, your assistant will help you change your clothes and remove your makeup, okay?"
"Hmm..." Josie was in a daze.
After a while, she was already quietly lying in Edward's arms, wrapped in his suit jacket, she looked incredibly weak, without the slightest sharpness and strength.
Seeing this scene, Gerald in the waiting room was about to drop his eyes, and couldn't help thinking——
How did these two get together again?
Didn't they break up last night?
Wow, did Ed go to Diagon Alley and bring back a tube of love potion or something, otherwise why would that crazy woman suddenly be so docile and cute?
It was easy for Edward to guess what Gerald was thinking, because Gerald always liked to wink at him.
But he didn't explain a word, he just put his finger to his lips, hissed Gerrard, and picked Josie off the sofa.
Josie seemed to be in a deep sleep, and even Kelly's whispering of her name was just an impatient murmur, so Edward came in again as a matter of course, and kept her on the bed in the en-suite bedroom.
Then, he offered to leave with a wink.
Kelly could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But before she could speak, the phone in her pocket vibrated silently. It turned out that the film's publicity team made the sign and wanted her to go to the hotel lobby to take a look. Is it enough to meet Josie's requirements? .
So there was only this lonely man and widow left in the room.
In the living room outside, there were bodyguards on call 24 hours a day, but it did not prevent Edward from quietly staring at Josie's subconsciously frowning face. She seemed to be disturbed by some kind of dangerous nightmare, even if she fell asleep, she was not peaceful.
Edward stretched out his hand to gently brush the shattered hair from her sideburns, and said to himself: "Next time I will go to the doctor with you, okay?—Just find that Dr. Keith."
As he spoke, he leaned down, kissed Josie's forehead, and tidied her hair carefully, staring at this seemingly harmless sleeping face.
Oh, she looks so sweet.
But he still loves her more when she wakes up.
Josie seemed to have had a distant and blurred dream. In the dream, the sun was shining brightly, warblers were flying and grasses were growing. It was the most suitable summer in Italy for vacation, with sky blue sea water and white sand.
And she was lying on the sofa in the seaside villa. The sofa was off-white and the cushions were soft.
The salty sea breeze gently blows the white linen curtains by the window, and you can see the corners of the tall palm trees and various shrubs in the yard, everything is full of relaxing magic.
She heard soft footsteps behind her.
Then, a brunette beauty with Mediterranean style appeared in front of her.
The other party had an uninhibited and bright face, with a tender and gentle expression, and leaned over to kiss her lips intimately, but she did not refuse, and she obviously enjoyed it, responded enthusiastically naturally, and even quickly turned against the customer.
They rolled off the sofa together and lingered on the soft wool carpet. The other's thick and curly brown long hair was loose, and the sea blue eyes were indulged in sex, just like the legendary banshee.
While sinking, her own voice sounded in her ear, whispering softly in Italian:
'My beauty, you belong only to me...'