From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Nicolas Cage, once starred in countless classic works, but later, due to gambling debts, he had to take on a large number of nonsensical movies to repay the money. He was just a puppet, constantly appearing in all kinds of terrible films, completely losing control of his career.

Naturally, Nicolas doesn't need to worry about his movies — because there's nothing left to worry about.

Ryan hesitated for a moment before finally realizing what was wrong with Nicolas, and burst out laughing, "Madonna and Cher are the same."

Boom.

In an instant, the carriage was filled with noise, and the tired and anxious tension quietly relaxed. Before they even noticed the passage of time, they had already arrived at their destination — Anson's residence, which was indeed located in the heart of Los Angeles.

Ryan couldn't help but take a few more glances. This location wasn't something just anyone could afford, after all, actors are in a profession where they never know where their next job will come from after finishing one.

Anson didn't notice Ryan's inner thoughts, but Ryan's actions gave him an idea, and he took the opportunity to ask, "Tomorrow at noon, we're holding a film review reading session here —"

Ryan, "A film review reading session?"

Anson nodded, "Yes, whether they're good or bad, we'll face them head-on. So, James and I think we should have a small party, and everyone can face the critics' reviews together. It should be very interesting."

Ryan was dumbfounded — If the reviews are all bad, wouldn't the party be embarrassingly explosive?

He had to admire Anson and James's spirit of self-entertainment!

"Brad will also be there. If you don't have any plans for lunch tomorrow, you're welcome to come and join us."

No sooner said than done, Anson extended an invitation.

Ryan was hesitant, "I'm not sure if my heart can take it…" So much embarrassment.

"Hahaha." Anson was completely relieved, "Don't worry, the world won't end. Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up, like Tom Cruise."

The entire Hollywood knows that Tom's height is only 173 centimeters — This is a sensitive topic, everyone knows it, but no one can openly discuss it.

Later, after Tom and Nicole Kidman divorced, Nicole said the legendary quote: I can finally wear high heels to my heart's content.

Ryan tried to control himself, but couldn't help it, and bursts of laughter exploded on the empty streets late at night.

…

His footsteps had already reached the door, but suddenly, he hesitated again. Ryan felt that this might not be a good idea.

Last night, Anson might have just been extending a polite invitation, but he actually came to visit, and might even have to face a bunch of strangers and a bunch of bad movie reviews. Just imagining it made him feel so embarrassed that he wanted to curl up. Ryan didn't know how he should face it.

Maybe, possibly, probably, he should leave.

After a pause, Ryan was about to turn around, but he never expected that the door would open automatically. Unexpectedly, they met face to face.

"Mary Jane!" Ryan exclaimed.

Standing in front of him was Kirsten Dunst, who played Mary Jane in "Spider-Man." Ryan hadn't expected her to open the door —

"Uh, you, he, this."

Ryan thought he had discovered some secret. Could it be that Kirsten and Anson were also…? But, before Kirsten could speak, a figure came up from behind, "Hey, good morning."

Before the conversation could end, Anson appeared in front of them, dressed in a refreshing outfit, "Jake, Ryan, you're here. Come on, it's about to start."

Ryan was slightly stunned, and when he reacted, his footsteps were already inside. Jake closed the door, and Kirsten anxiously peeked outside, "No paparazzi, right?"

Jake looked helpless, "It doesn't matter even if we're photographed, I don't mind."

Kirsten glared at Jake.

Jake sighed softly, "No, no paparazzi."

Then, Kirsten invited Ryan in.

Ryan lagged behind a few steps and looked at Jake, "Maybe, she just wants things to be pure and simple. Once the paparazzi get involved, it might not just be a matter between two people anymore."

Sandra Bullock thought so too. Even though Ryan didn't mind being exposed, they still kept a low profile.

Now it seemed that Kirsten was here not because something had happened between her and Anson, but Jake was her date.

Jake took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily, "Yes, I know, so I'm sneaking around like a thief."

"But, today isn't about us, Anson is the focus, 'Spider-Man' is the focus."

Ryan smiled, "And Kirsten."

Only then did he realize that the living room was already crowded with people, bustling with noise. James Franco was sitting casually on the sofa, already opening a can of beer; Chris Evans was busy placing snacks such as potato chips, peanuts, fruit platters, etc. on the table.

Seth Rogen, Jason Segel, Sam Levine, and other "frat pack" members were all present, along with the actress Marla Sokoloff, who was dating James, and James's younger brother Dave Franco.

Boyd Holbrook was nervously huddled in a corner, Anne Hathaway was also a little shy, quietly holding a bottle of opened but undrunk beer next to him; Elizabeth Burbanck seemed generous and confident, walking through the crowd and chatting with everyone familiarly.

A quick glance revealed that more than a dozen people had completely filled the living room space. This film review party was obviously more lively than expected.

Ryan was a little dizzy and didn't know where to start. A figure passed by from behind, "Sorry, no time to entertain. Obviously, I seriously overestimated my ability to host a party. Hey, James, our preparations aren't finished yet."

James didn't even turn his head, "Relax, relax! We are the focus."

Ryan turned his head and could see Anson.

Anson didn't have time to say hello, and shouted loudly, "Everyone, Ryan; Ryan, everyone."

This was considered an introduction, and then everyone gradually raised their beer bottles —

"Hey, Ryan."

"Ryan, welcome."

Ryan quickly squeezed out a smile, and hurriedly turned his head to stop Anson, who was about to leave, "Anson, where's Brad?"

Anson spread his hands, "I don't know, he didn't seem to come back last night. I suspect he passed out drunk at the Hilton Hotel."

Even as he spoke, the phone in Anson's pocket vibrated. He picked it up and scanned it, showing the phone screen to Ryan, "Oh, Brad."