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Before the New Year, he held a New Year's party at the manor and invited friends who were still in the Los Angeles area to come over and have fun, including Quentin, Keanu, Andrew, Tim Roth, Shania, Julia Roberts, Gloria

Leah, Linda, etc.

He and Monica were also invited to attend many New Year's receptions.

After a lively New Year, in the first few days of the new year, he and Monica took a flight back to Italy. They traveled in Italian towns to relax and basked in the sun on the beach looking at beauties in bikinis.

"Do you like that girl with a big butt?"

On the Tuscany beach, Monica tilted her head on the beach chair and asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"You looked at him many times, don't try to lie to me."

Monica pointed at her eyes and smiled.

"Really? I'm wearing sunglasses. How could you tell?"

Duca pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and said.

"Hmph, a woman's sixth sense, hey, dear, do you really like that girl? I can help you get her contact information, and I can also help you date her."

Monica sat up, blinked her thick eyelashes and smiled.

"Thank you, no, her figure is not as sexy and hot as my girlfriend's, and her allure to me is basically zero."

Duka said calmly.

Monica laughed and patted his shoulder,

"Dear, what I just said is serious. We Italian women are very tolerant and generous to men. This is tradition and the teachings of the ancient Roman Church.

If you want a lover, just tell me directly, I can definitely accept her, what do you think, do you want to consider it?"

Duka raised his eyebrows. It sounded good, but it was too risky to agree.

"No, dear, you are enough."

Duca took her hand and kissed it.

"Haha, you would refuse such a good opportunity. I feel sorry for you."

Monica pointed at him and joked.

Duka chuckled and ignored her little trick.

When he returned to Monica's house in Perugia in the evening, he asked old Mr. Bellucci if this tradition was true. Old Bellucci stared at him, making him a little embarrassed.

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"Hey Duca, when are you coming back?"

Quentin asked on the phone.

"What's wrong?"

"I've written the script and I want you to take a look."

"What did Roger think of the script?"

Duca was sitting in front of the cafe on Umbria Street, listening to the music and not wanting to move.

"Hey, would you like to have some faith in me?"

"Okay, okay, I'll be back next week. Have you been to the Sundance Film Festival? How do you feel?"

"It's okay. Robert's "Elegy of a Killer" was also well received, but it was much worse than my "Reservoir Dogs" last year."

Quentin made no secret of his pride.

"So are you confident that your next movie will be better than "Reservoir Dogs"?"

"Of course, the script I have been preparing for more than a year will definitely be better than "Reservoir Dogs". I have this confidence."

"That's great. I hope this version of the script won't disappoint me."

After chatting for a while, Duca hung up the phone and continued to accompany Monica on the street, listening to the wandering performers playing violin and basking in the sunset.

After spending 20 days in Italy, he and Monica returned to Villa Bel Air in Los Angeles on January 22.

On the day he came back, Quentin couldn't wait to run over and asked him to review the script, seeming to hope that he would make a decision on the spot to invest.

Duca took the script and flipped through it. It was better than the last time. The new script added the story he told, which was 30% similar, but the overall plot was not very good, especially the missing dance king John Terra.

Volta's plot looks a lot different.

"Duka, how's it going?"

Quentin held the coffee cup but didn't drink it, just stared at his face closely.

"no!"

"No? Why?"

Quentin frowned.

"It's too stiff. This script doesn't have your style. It also lacks the spirituality and sense of humor of "Reservoir Dogs." It's more like coping with the homework I handed in. Why is this? I never forced you to come up with the script earlier. Why?

You look stressed?"

Duka said doubtfully.

"Nonsense, I wrote the script for myself, never for you to read, and I have no pressure."

"Okay, do you think this script is better than "Reservoir Dogs"?"

Duca knocked on his knee and asked.

Quentin frowned and rubbed his head again, looking very distressed.

"Don't worry, take your time, we still have a lot of time."

Duca comforted.

"No, time waits for no one. Originally, I wanted to make a movie a year, but I did nothing last year. I feel very empty. I must make a movie, otherwise I will lose creativity."

"Is that so? "Reservoir Dogs" is quite famous, and you have become a famous director. A production company should invite you to be a director. How about you first find a suitable script and become a director? The script matters first.

lay down."

Quentin thought for a moment and shook his head,

"No, I only make films written by myself. I don't have the passion to make other people's stories."

"Fake, you are too awkward. Then go back and conceive first and write slowly. Don't worry. If you don't have inspiration, just go to Jasmine Bar and sit there. Maybe you can get a good story there."

Duca suggested.

"All right!"

"How about you go on a trip, to the Mediterranean, to the Caribbean, or to the streets of Mexico and England. Those places may give you more inspiration."

"Okay, I will consider it."

Quentin picked up the script and left. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and grinned at him.

"You look ugly when you're tanned."

Quentin laughed strangely and left.

The corner of Duka's mouth twitched. This bastard is really not a good person. He is depressed himself and doesn't want to make others feel better.

"Haha, don't listen to him, you are quite suitable for bronze."

Monica came downstairs wearing a bathrobe and smiled.

"Why do I get darker after sunbathing for more than ten days on the beach, but you get whiter and whiter with sunbathing?"

Duka stretched out his hand and pulled her to sit on his lap.

"Haha, because I am pure white and you are a minion."

Monica laughed.

"Really? Let's play Minions vs. Snow White today."

Duka hugged her and rolled on the sofa.

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The Sundance Film Festival is held every year from mid to late January, this year it will be between the 18th and 28th.

When Duca returned to Los Angeles, the Sundance Film Festival was holding a film exhibition. The audience and the jury would select dozens of films of good quality from hundreds of films to be shortlisted for the Sundance Film Festival awards.

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The main awards are divided into story and documentary categories.

There are six story awards, including Best Feature Film Award, Producer Award, Audience Award, Photography Award, Drama Award, and Special Jury Award.

This year "Elegy of a Killer" was shortlisted for two awards, Best Feature Film and Audience Award.

The awards ceremony was held on the 28th, and Duca and Quentin also ran to join in the fun that day. In the end, "Elegy of a Killer" won the Feature Film Audience Award.

Winning the award this time was smoother than last year's "Reservoir Dogs".

Duca congratulated Director Rodriguez. As the reputation of the Sundance Film Festival has increased in recent years, the influence of this film festival has also grown.

Winning an award at the Sundance Film Festival is equivalent to achieving an outstanding result among hundreds or even thousands of newcomers around the world.

Perhaps at this time, Director Rodriguez's name has already been written down in the notebooks of many producers.

After "Elegy of a Killer" was released at Sundance, LV Pictures began to consider the promotion and release of the film.

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Since the quality and topicality of this movie are not as good as "Reservoir Dogs", very few people came to buy the movie during this period, and the prices were not high.

Columbia Tristar Distribution Company, which had the highest bid, was only willing to pay US$2 million to acquire all copyrights and video distribution rights.

Duca was a little dissatisfied. The filming and post-production of this film cost more than 800,000, and two million seemed too little, and he was not short of these two million.

He approached Monica Bellucci, chief producer Walter Meaney, general manager Rod Steiger, Lawrence Band, and director Rodriguez to discuss whether we could try to promote the distribution ourselves?

Laurence Band chuckled and said that you are the boss and you have the final say.

Duca thinks he is right, why not give it a try?

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