Hollywood Drawing

At 6:30 the next morning, accompanied by the hurried crowds in the Big Apple City, the "Joker" crew consisting of multiple trailers rushed to a street in Brooklyn again.

The farce that happened yesterday is still brewing among the staff, and small circles are whispering about it. Nicolas Cage, who is at the center of the incident, has a gloomy look on his face. It does not feel very comfortable to be at the center of the invisible discussion of hundreds of people.

The New York police officers who closed traffic on both sides of the road were all neatly arranged in their police uniforms. There were at least twenty or thirty media reporters in front of them. If any photographer with a leisurely mind took some unsavory photos, That would be great fun.

Originally, it was a good job to come here to perform road closure tasks. It was much more comfortable than patrolling the streets facing the sun. The crew's on-site logistics would also send them some coffee and so on.

Facing the large group of reporters and photographers a few meters in front of them, the police officers were all on high alert. As the bottom managers of this metropolis, no one knew what these small and medium-sized media were like better than they did.

A middle-aged police officer walked out from the crew with a belly. He came to the police cordon panting with a fat body and said to the police officers guarding here:

"Feili, let them in. The head of the crew is going to hold a small press conference on site."

"Phew!" Feli Raschel let out a sigh of relief, finally no longer having to face this group of troublesome people. He and two colleagues quickly pulled off the yellow warning tape and ducked out of the street entrance.

"Gentlemen, be quiet!" Thomson, a police officer who was seriously overweight, calmed down his breathing and shouted to the reporters in the mess. After everyone's eyes were on him, he waved.

"The crew and producers invite you to come in. They are going to hold a small media conference. Ladies and gentlemen, please keep quiet, otherwise it will be very ugly to see who is kicked out! Come on!"

A large number of media reporters and cameramen carrying cameras walked into the street under the leadership of fat police officer Thomson. This section of the road was not long, and the mottled and old sides were full of busy workers. There were trailers at both ends blocking the outside view. .

After leading the people to the prepared steps, the fat police officer nodded to John and turned back to the closed street.

Three tables were temporarily built into a long stage at the foot of the steps. Wayne, John and Nicolas Cage were sitting behind the tables. Zack Snyder, who guest-starred as the temporary host, clapped his hands vigorously.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please keep quiet. At the request of friends from the media, the crew has decided to hold a temporary press conference here. There will be time for everyone to ask questions. Raise your hands to ask questions. I will try to call on everyone!"

After finishing speaking, when everyone in the scene fell silent, Zack Snyder nodded to Nicolas Cage and the three people sitting in the middle, and pointed to a beautiful reporter in the front row.

The cameramen following the reporter collectively opened their portable photography equipment and aimed their guns and cannons at the three people sitting in front.

"Mr. Greenberg, on the first day of official filming, the male protagonist stayed in a bar overnight. Will this cause a rift between you and affect your cooperation?"

Unexpectedly, the first question was directed at him. Wayne smiled at the reporters and put his arms around Nicolas Cage.

"Of course it will not affect our cooperation. Nicholas went to that small bar just to experience the character better, but he obviously underestimated the drug addicts in New York."

The female reporter didn’t wait for Zack Snyder to call someone, and asked directly:

"Are you saying that Nicolas Cage was tricked?"

"Yes." He did not retract his arm around the actor, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Nicola originally wanted to experience the role, but someone inexplicably drank a lot of wine and emptied his Money clip.”

Zack Snyder waited for Wayne to finish speaking, and immediately pointed to someone else. If this woman keeps asking, how long will the press conference take? Is the film still being shot?

"Mr. Cage, did they only give you hard liquor? Did they give you anything else?"

"What?" Nicolas Cage first pretended to be stupid, then scratched his hair. “I don’t remember, I just remember asking for a bottle of beer, and the next memory is that the crew found me and took me back to the hotel to rest.

When they woke me up, I discovered that my wallet had been emptied and only my driver's license was left. "

From the moment Nicolas Cage spoke, the scene was immediately filled with the sound of shutters clicking and flashes flashing from time to time. No matter what he said, as long as the photos and images were captured, the photographers' job was accomplished.

After Nicolas Cage finished speaking, a reporter immediately asked: "You mean you don't remember anything?"

"Yeah, no memory of what happened that night!"

"Mr. Grey, how are the crew going to deal with Nicolas Cage's absence from filming?" A reporter dressed like a black woman pointed the radio at the production manager.

"The responsibility for this incident cannot be entirely passed on to Mr. Cage. He is also the victim of this incident. The crew has reported to the New York Police Department. We just hope to find those robbers." John's answer was smooth and steady. Regarding Tai Chi, No one knows this better than the producers.

The black aunt was obviously dissatisfied with the producer's answer and turned the topic to the person involved.

"Mr. Cage, a reporter went to that small bar to investigate. Someone witnessed you smoking a lot of leaf cigarettes and drinking more than half a bottle of spirits. Does this mean you were sober at the time..."

"Sorry, everyone only has one chance to ask a question!" Zack Snyder interrupted her immediately before she could finish speaking. If no one answered this question, it would be a big deal. Nicolas Cage would just open his mouth and ask questions afterwards. I don’t know how it was twisted.

"Next person."

"Wayne, you said this matter will not affect your cooperation with Mr. Cage. How is your normal relationship?"

Squeezing out a sunny smile again, Wayne hugged Nicolas Cage happily. "You know, Nicolas Cage and I are both the same age, and we get along very well. We only have different types of work on the crew, so we have always been good brothers!"

After speaking, he winked at Zack Snyder, and the assistant director immediately clapped his hands vigorously, drawing attention to himself.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the interview time is over!" He waved to several prop team members. "The crew will start filming soon. Come here today and I'll take you out!"

"No! One last question, Nicholas, I heard that you not only drank a lot of spirits and smoked leaf cigarettes, but also took cocaine." This is not a confused person..."

Before the black female reporter could finish speaking, she was surrounded by people led by Zack Snyder and taken out. Even the colleagues who came with her looked at her without saying a word. This African-American woman just didn't have any brains.

This is the crew of Warner Bros. It's already very good that they can hold a temporary press conference for face, but she doesn't have the brains to ask some sensitive questions. Is she the only one who knows that?

Why don't others get involved in this problem? No one here knows what this is going on. Sometimes these African Americans are really not sober because of their skin color.

As a large number of media reporters left the street, the scene suddenly became quiet.

Everyone present was sizing up the actor, even while working, they were paying attention to the news here. John raised his wrist and glanced at the time. It was seven-thirty, just in time to gather everyone before shooting.

So he picked up the big speaker placed on Wayne's director's chair, turned it on and called all the employees over. A dense crowd gathered together, and from time to time some people put down what they were doing and ran over.

"Okay, everyone, be quiet. Mr. Cage has something to say to everyone about what happened yesterday."

Turning to look at Nicolas Cage, who looked ugly, John handed the big speaker to Susan and asked her to communicate with her clients.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Nicolas Cage's unhealthy face suddenly flushed. He took the loudspeaker and took two steps forward, occupying the position in front of everyone.

"I apologize to you for wasting everyone's working time yesterday! I promise that I never did this intentionally, and this will never happen again..."