Hollywood Drawing

The night in Boston faded, and Wayne lay comfortably on the bedside early in the morning. It wasn't until the woman ran into the bathroom with her mouth covered that he slowly put on his clothes, walked into the bathroom and started to wash up.

The two stood side by side in front of the mirror, grabbing toothbrushes to clean up their personal hygiene. A trace of exhaustion could be seen on Jennifer Connelly's face. It was obvious that she had not rested after a short sleep after a strenuous exercise last night.

"Honey, how am I doing?"

While wiping her face with a towel, she looked at the man next to her, who was also holding a towel and doing the same thing.

"Well, I have to say, your skills are great!"

Shrugging, Wayne hung the towel back on the sink, straightened his shirt, and prepared to start a new day's work. "Comon, if you still want to have breakfast, we have to go out quickly."

At around 7:40 in the morning, the huge motorcade left the hotel again and headed towards the location.

Just as imagined, a large number of media reporters have gathered outside the suburban shooting location that has been arranged for a long time. Compared with the small fight some time ago, there are more people here today.

Cars drove into the location one after another, and every crew member on the crew looked at the reporters silently. Starting from this morning, the atmosphere on the crew began to become a little strange, and everyone knew what the reason was.

"This won't work. There are too many media reporters outside."

After getting out of the car, Wayne put his hands on his hips and looked outside, and said to John Gray who was standing next to him: "The filming work will definitely be affected. Think of a way to divert the attention of those people."

"It's useless for me to give an interview. Those people are targeting you." John Gray waved his hand irritably and kicked a stone away. "Shit, I'm going to go out and try to deal with it."

"Forget it, I'll go with you, those people aren't that easy to get rid of."

After waving to Sergey, the two of them walked towards the large number of reporters surrounding the door under the watchful eyes of many people on the set.

Nowadays, too much media attention has made some people in the crew feel uneasy, and it has become difficult to continue filming quietly. Wayne would not be willing to face these media too early if it were not for the sake of having a relatively better shooting environment. .

"Director Greenberg, can you tell us when you suffered from mental illness?"

"Hey Wayne, do you really enjoy violently abusing women?"

"Wayne, what do you think of the accusations that Katie and the women's organization have leveled at you?"

As soon as the two people came out under the protection of Sergey and security, they were immediately surrounded by a crowd. Wayne held at least seven or eight various recorders and microphones in front of him. The photographers outside the crowd were also trying their best. Start pressing the shutter.

In addition to the chaotic sounds of various questions, the only sound left was the clicking of photos.

"Quiet, don't make any noise, otherwise we will go back now." John Gray shouted at the top of his lungs several times before the scene gradually quieted down.

"Questions one by one, you only have five minutes, it's best not to waste it," Wayne's voice reached everyone's ears. "The crew will start filming on time in five minutes. I have to be responsible for the more than a hundred staff members behind me. Okay, let's start!"

The reporters at the front looked at each other and understood that every question was crucial, and five minutes would never be wasted on insignificant matters.

A female reporter's sharp voice suddenly rang out. "Director Greenberg, you have been studying film noir since college. After graduation, you entered Hollywood and became successful by shooting film noir. Is the reason why you like this film type related to your mental illness?"

"I will only answer this question once." Although Wayne was mentally prepared, his face darkened when he heard similar questions. "I don't have any mental illness, nor any mental problems, nor do I have a habit of violently abusing women. All these are groundless speculations! If I were you, I would be more cautious about reporting. There are laws for saying random things. Risky!”

The female reporter yelled unwillingly. "But your works are full of blood, darkness and violence..."

"I've already answered the next one!"

He immediately interrupted the female reporter with a wave of his hand, obviously not intending to answer.

"Hello, Director Greenberg, I'm Frank from the Los Angeles Times." Another male reporter introduced himself, noticed that he was looking at him, and took the time to ask: "Can you talk about Did she lie to the public about the abuse of women and the accusations of her college ex-girlfriend?”

Wayne nodded. "Actually, I can't remember who she is. As for the issue that she said she was violently injured by me, she can sue at any time and use the law to get justice for herself, right? Why doesn't she sue me? This is indeed very strange. It’s weird.”

After speaking, he shook his head impatiently, looked at the obviously dissatisfied crowd in front of him, and frowned. "Okay, last question, the crew will start working soon, and I have to go back to host the filming."

There was a sudden silence at the scene. The other party finally accepted the interview and got these few indifferent answers. This was not in line with the ideas of most reporters.

"Wayne, can you talk about the new project you are shooting now?" A reporter who was relatively outside suddenly spoke under the glare of many colleagues. "There have been rumors that your new film is targeting an Oscar, right?"

"Yes, that's it!" He didn't bother to hide it and nodded happily. "I do not deny that the production of "The Departed" has great expectations for the Oscars. Of course, it is too early to say this now. Everything depends on the effect of the film after it is completed."

Suddenly hearing the news that he admitted that he was filming a new film to compete for the Olympics, the scene became quiet for a moment. No one expected such an unexpected gain. This gimmick is no less than a woman's problem.

The reporters present all come from entertainment media, and most of them are semi-industry insiders. They are no strangers to the Oscar, the academy's highest honor.

This involves a problem. The Academy has always liked to please its own films, or to produce films that suit their taste in order to compete for the Olympics, but the prerequisite is that they cannot say it out loud, or even do it too deliberately.

The Academy Awards have always been such a contradiction. Everyone knows that some award-winning films are simply done for the sake of the statuette. The probability of winning is indeed high, but no one will blatantly shout out.

After all, those judges have a lot to do with the Oscars, and shouting out will only be counterproductive and make lobbying during the awards season more difficult. Some things can only be done, not said.

So sometimes the old guys at the Academy of Film and Art are no different from the widows who became bxxxh and built a memorial arch.

If you don't make a film that suits their taste, the probability of winning an award will definitely be very low. But if you do it too deliberately, you will be rejected by the academy, which is clinging to the last trace of dignity.

Wayne bluntly admitted to the media that the goal of making the film was to become a statuette, which was equivalent to setting up obstacles for himself to win. The reporter who originally asked the question didn't expect the answer to be like this. Directors usually express their yearning for the Oscar in a subtle way and express their feelings to the Academy without saying it clearly.

So until he and John Gray went back for a while, the place was still buzzing with discussion. No matter what, they didn't gain anything from this interview.

Before most of the reporters left, they saw that filming had already begun inside, as if Wayne didn't care too much about what was being said about him outside.

"Wayne Greenberg is suspected of suffering from mental illness..."

"Wayne Greenberg denies accusations of a habit of abusing women..."

"Currently, there are more than five women's rights organizations in North America calling on women to boycott Wayne Greenberg's works..."

"As for Wayne Greenberg's net worth, our reporter has conducted multiple investigations..."

"Some experts pointed out that the reason why Wayne Greenberg loves black films must be related to his unfortunate childhood. The reporter visited the school where he grew up and everyone who came into contact with him proved that he has always been He is the most lonely one..."

"Wayne Greenberg personally admitted that the purpose of making "The Departed" was to win an Oscar. He has been nominated for Best Director three times, and missed the honor every time. It seems that this time……"

In an apartment in Burbank, Daisy frowned and looked at the pile of newspapers on the table. The media, which were almost related to entertainment and finance, were constantly reporting and hyping everything about Wayne.

This situation is obviously abnormal. Even if he were a well-known rich and famous person in the United States, it would be impossible for him to continue to receive such a large amount of attention.

Moreover, Daisy is disgusted with those distorted reports about women. In the past few days, more than a dozen movie fans have withdrawn from their organization because of doubts caused by various reports.

"Those motherfxxk bxxxh! When the tape was collected some time ago, they didn't have this attitude now! sonofthebxxxh!"

Daisy was not the only one who read the newspaper together, but there were also seven or eight die-hard fans of the film, who were all leaders of their respective groups. The person speaking at this time was not these people, but a black boy.

The warm smile he usually had no matter who he faced disappeared, and anger made his already dark face become slightly distorted.

Unlike other members of the fan organization, Schroeder was grateful to Wayne's movie from the bottom of his heart. It was the source of motivation for him to change his life. It was also the most important white moonlight in the black man's heart, so he was the angriest one.

Especially when he knew that some of the fans who had collected the video tapes had voluntarily quit, which gave him a sense of betrayal.

"We have to do something to support Wayne, guys." Schroeder took a few deep breaths and spoke to break the solidified atmosphere. "I said, we have to find a way to tell people who have been misled by media reports that Wayne is not like that..."

"Wait." Daisy's eyes suddenly lit up, she raised her hand to stop the black guy's rap-style words, and murmured to herself. "Media reports, media reports, Warner Brothers also has its own media, we need a convincing fact..."

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