Chicago 1990

"Crack..."

In the dark room, Song Ya and Halle Berry leaned relaxedly on the pillows, taking the sound of others turning the doorknob to their lives as an afterthought.

"I thought Cooper's house would be very big." Hallie said. There are not many rooms in Cooper's house. The two of them occupied a room locked and never went out. As a result, the hungry men and women outside frequently tried to open the door to no avail. end.

"Damn it! Open the door to me! Go to death the dog and man inside!" A black man at the door scolded and walked away.

"Hahaha..."

Both of them laughed, but it didn't matter, someone else would try again soon.

In the music industry, Song Ya knows better than her, "Cooper was red in N.W.A. He didn't make a lot of money, and his first single performance after solo flight was average. He really couldn't afford to buy a big house in Hollywood."

"He is very interesting." Halle said with a smile: "I was so positive about this movie that I thought he was an investor at first, but today I learned that he only played a supporting role."

"He now hopes to get a sigh of anger with this movie." Song Ya replied.

"I know." With the new NWA monopoly, their feud with Cooper is almost known to everyone in the black circle, and Halle naturally heard about it, "Cooper played well in this movie." Hallie commented professionally: "A loyal street boy played very well, and there is no trace of carving."

"Ok."

Cooper’s role fits his usual personality, but he is not playing himself. Song Ya knows that Cooper is a very intelligent and cultural person in reality.

"But this movie may not be good at the box office..."

Halle judged, "There are problems with editing and rhythm. The performance of the protagonist Cuba Godin is also average, and the digging of social problems is far less profound than the jungle fever."

Song Ya smiled slightly, "Harry, you didn't come from the street, right?"

"Of course not." Halle Berry looked at him in surprise, "My parents divorced when I was a child and I live with a white mother. Why do you ask this?"

"You don't know the black boys on the street."

Song Ya said: "I think this movie will sell well, and the black people at the bottom will like it very much."

"Oh?" Halle was interested, "I would like to hear more."

"Social issues are just a guise for this movie, in fact it...I don't know whether it was intentionally or unintentionally, it came up with a dream of a street boy, Halle. The so-called dream is the distance you can't reach, and you can't ask for it. Song Ya stretched out a finger, “The protagonist has been very honest since he was a child, and he has learned well. He never takes the initiative to cause trouble, and leaves the block by reading. The boys in the block can’t do it. They will even bully such a person, but that doesn’t mean They don't have such a dream in their hearts."

"Second, the protagonist’s mother has a master’s degree and has an elegant manner. The street boy’s mother is generally a rude housewife with no culture."

"Three, although the protagonist's parents are divorced, the protagonist can live with his father. This is impossible among street boys. Most black fathers have no sense of responsibility."

"Four, the protagonist’s father not only has a tall financial job, he can be polite in a high-end restaurant, but also shoot when a thief enters the house. He never uses violence to his son but patiently teaches the community. Residents can give a wonderful speech pointing to the general trend of the United States. This...hahaha..." Song Ya said and laughed, "This is simply the father template of the street boy's dream. In fact, black fathers often mix with gangs. , Bullying and fearing hardship, domestic violence is commonplace, and besides the words at the beginning of F, it can't give any useful insights."

"Fifth, the protagonist not only learns well, is honest, but also has a group of brothers who are ruthless. This is impossible in reality. There is no such kind of gang in slums that you can come to help at any time when you are in trouble, and then do not drag you down brothers?"

Song Ya counted and counted that one hand was not enough. "Six, the supporting role played by Escobe finally succeeded in avenging his younger brother. He held a pistol and executed the enemies one by one. This is definitely a kind of revenge in the eyes of street boys. Refreshment, don't they mix gangs just to have that kind of shining moment one day?"

"Seven, the protagonist's father even cast out the stereotype of drug proliferation in the black area in his speech, saying that Hollywood and Washington have drugs, and the white people started clamoring to clear the drug problem in the black area. This is simply too... "Song Ya thought about the adjectives for a long time, "It's too shameless, but the street boys who deal with drugs every day will listen."

"There are eight, remember the song where N.W.A yelled at the police officer? They said that black police officers are more hateful than whites. This movie depicts a black police officer who makes people hateful..."

"By the way, there are nine. The protagonist's girlfriend comes from a pious Catholic family, and she still sticks to her blood in her twenties. Where can you find this kind of girl in a slum?"

After Song Yayi finished the long talk, Hallie's eyes turned from respect to worship, "APLUS, how does your head grow? Are you not really familiar with the film industry? Can you analyze so much..."

"I am not familiar with movies, but I am familiar with the psychology of street boys. I also came out of Chicago South City."

Song Ya patted her on the shoulder, "This movie will never be bad at the box office. As I said, it is very popular with the boys in the neighborhood."

The doorknob rang again, and the two laughed and rolled together again.

At four in the morning, Taraji drove Song Ya on the streets of Los Angeles, observing the position of the paparazzi's motorcycle in the rearview mirror from time to time, "Is this the life of a star?" She said excitedly: "Spotlight, woman , Body, paparazzi, news."

"You sum it up accurately, Taraji."

Song Ya lay lazily in the back seat, "You didn't drink a bar on your body?"

"If you didn't allow me to drink, I really can't help myself." Taraji said: "The men in the body are too enthusiastic."

"Very well, continue to control, I don't need an assistant who is drunk on the body, how is the response of the premiere?" Song Ya asked.

"Very good, the audience was discussing the plot enthusiastically after they came out."

Taraji turned on the radio and said, "The Block Boys premiered today. There was a disturbance outside some theaters that night. Some viewers seemed to link this movie to the Rodney King case not long ago..." Anxiously broadcasting.

"Black movies seem to be promising."

Song Ya was very rewarding at the film’s premiere. "Spike Lee’s jungle craze is to pay attention to social issues and then participate in major film exhibitions~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to win the prize and then go back to grab the box office. , And this block boy lowered his figure and weaved a dream world that made the black community happy. Both movies were completed perfectly, and both roads worked..." He felt that he was open again.

After resting in the hotel for one night, Song Ya called Mila and Halle goodbye, and then returned to Chicago.

"Professional bodyguard?"

Hamlin Howard and Chuck Goodman completed the merger of law firms, and now the name of the law firm serving the three companies of Songya has been changed to Goodman and Howard Law Firm.

"Do you have any suggestions for Hamlin." Song Ya raised the matter of bodyguards when he re-signed with them.

"How about my personal choice? I can definitely trust it infinitely."

Hamlin said, "Goodman, do you remember the old man who looked at the parking lot in his home court? McEmman Trout, he is a Vietnam War veteran, he has all kinds of gun certificates, and he is very reassuring. A person."

"We all call him Old Mike."