Hollywood Lover

After seeing off Ashley, Zhang Dongcheng smiled and said to Ander: "Come in and sit down, Ender, don't worry. But if you say something with your stinky mouth that makes me unhappy, I don't mind going out to buy a baseball bat!" "

This made Ander even more afraid to go in, but he refused to leave, just stood outside the door with gritted teeth, Zhang Dongcheng was speechless with his pretended fierceness and inner humbleness.

Forget it, ignore him. Zhang Dongcheng made himself sit more comfortably, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

"Mr. Smith, Mr. Jeff is free, please come with me!" After a while, Miss Ashley came over and said to Zhang Dongcheng.

"OK, thank you." Zhang Dongcheng responded politely, and then said to Ander: "You can go in now, how tired you are standing outside."

"You...haha, Smith, I'll be waiting for you outside, waiting for you to come out with a sad face! Look, you won't succeed!" Ender got into the VIP room, then closed the door and faced Zhang Dongcheng. shouted.

"Why, do you have some misunderstandings? It seems that your attitude towards each other is not very friendly?" Ashley looked at Zhang Dongcheng and asked curiously.

"Hehe, it's nothing, you know that directors are self-admired people." Zhang Dongcheng smiled slightly, and gently exposed the matter, not wanting to mention it again.

Ashley brought Zhang Dongcheng to Jeff's office, and when Jeff saw Zhang Dongcheng, he gestured to the sofa next to him, "Mr. Smith, please sit down."

Zhang Dongcheng sat down. Jeff's attitude in front of him could only be described as average, with a formula-like expression on his face, but he still took out the script and said to Jeff: "Mr. Jeff, it's a pleasure to meet you. This time I’m here with my new movie, I hope Mr. Jeff can watch it.”

"OK, let me take a look." Jeff didn't show much reaction on his face, he just took Zhang Dongcheng's movie script without moving his butt.

Zhang Dongcheng's reputation in England has risen, and Jeff has also heard about it as a filmmaker, but he didn't take those things to heart, but devoted himself to the script in front of him.

In his opinion, American movies are the direction of the world, and no matter how good the movies of other countries are, they are extremely limited.

And Zhang Dongcheng tried his best not to sit too rigidly, but with bright eyes, he kept paying attention to Jeff's facial expression, looked at his brows, whether they were stretched or tightened, and wanted to know his true thoughts .

But from the beginning to the end, there was no reaction on Jeff's face. This concentration has been honed for a long time.

Closing the script and pushing it aside, Jeff looked at Zhang Dongcheng's expectant eyes, and said lightly: "Tell the truth, Mr. Smith. Your two big smoking guns are very classic, but this million-dollar baby, I'm sorry. I don't think so. The story has a punch, but it's hard to make a breakthrough at the box office. And the euthanasia in the finale will make the audience curse. Of course, the American audience."

Zhang Dongcheng's heart was full of disappointment. Jeff's words were directly accusing him of not understanding the psychology of American audiences. It was entirely the pursuit of human nature and humanism pursued by the film academy, and it was not entertaining.

In the words of the original space-time Chinese online novel, it is too literary and youthful.

Zhang Dongcheng didn't say anything, just nodded, took the script, and left politely.

"Mr. Smith, this is the United States, not the United Kingdom. One success does not mean you will be successful forever, especially when you have not been recognized by the American audience and validated by the box office. I think there is still a long way between you and the United States. a distance."

Before leaving, Jeff's words made Zhang Dongcheng irritated again.

Million dollar baby can't make it? Shit, you dumbass, can you still keep the expression on your face that looks calm, but is actually extremely dull after seeing its box office of more than 200 million U.S. dollars in a few years?

Zhang Dongcheng was on fire in his heart, he walked out of Jeff's office with his head down, and when he passed the VIP room, that fellow Ander jumped out to laugh at him again.

"How is it? Smith, hahaha, you were rejected again? I said it long ago, but you just don't believe me! Hahaha!" Seeing that there was no joyful expression on Zhang Dongcheng's face, Ender rolled his eyes, Laughing all day long.

Just looking at him coldly, Zhang Dongcheng put his strange laughter behind him and continued to move forward.

Well, leaving the huge golden movie of Warner Movies behind, Zhang Dongcheng is still moving forward and working hard. He seems to be back to his original state in this strange America. Everything is so unfriendly.

"No, Mr. Smith, the movie won't work."

"Sorry, we can't help you."

"Euthanasia...forget it."

"Mr. Spieth, I think you should really consider the American audience's viewing experience."

Although Zhang Dongcheng still persisted, countless rejections, either blunt or euphemistic, all announced their dislike of "Million Dollar Baby", and no film company was willing to invest in it.

After being busy for two consecutive weeks, Zhang Dongcheng researched and discussed with different film company executives, but he couldn't find a single supporter.

am I wrong? Zhang Dongcheng asked himself, but couldn't find the answer.

"Hey, buddy, you don't seem to be in a good mood. It's just two weeks since I saw you. What's wrong?" One afternoon, Brad Pitt walked into Zhang Dongcheng's room, looking out the window and thinking about something he asked.

What's wrong? It's not that you want your future wife to become famous in one fell swoop, only to be ridiculed by others...

Zhang Dongcheng curled his lips, then smiled, and replied, "I wrote a script, but American film companies didn't approve it."

"Oh, really? Is it like two big smoking guns? How can you not approve?" Brad Pitt immediately became excited when he heard the movie script, and hurriedly urged Zhang Dongcheng to show it to him.

"Man, I don't want to repeat myself, and I don't want to wear hats that I can't take off. My movie is a diverse world." Zhang Dongcheng rolled his eyes and handed him the script.

"Your idea is right. People should not fix a style, but try more. But I still hope that you can make a movie with two big smoking guns. I must play a role." Brad Pitt Talking funny, then carefully read the script.

Hey, how difficult is it to make another "Stealing and Kidnapping" following the path of the big smoking gun? But Zhang Dongcheng is unwilling to repeat himself, even if playing cards according to the routine is the easiest and simplest thing.

It turns out that Guy Ritchie in time and space sank to the bottom of the valley after filming "Stealing and Kidnapping". He played the same routine so much that he didn't even know how to continue playing.

If it wasn't for the life-saving "Detective Sherlock Holmes", it would be difficult for that guy to rise to the top after his blockbuster success.

I want a completely different type of movie, I want a completely different shooting experience, and I want to live every day with a passion for novelty instead of being stuck in a rut.

In Zhang Dongcheng's heart, no matter what, there is such persistence.

Soon, Brad Pitt finished watching, frowned and said: "Smith, to be honest, this movie is good and very touching. Oh, they must be blind if this script doesn't win an Oscar!"

When Zhang Dongcheng heard the words, it seemed that there was something beyond the words, just like Mr. Thomas in Columbia, he couldn't help pricking up his ears to listen to what he said below.

Sure enough, Brad Pitt closed his eyes and thought for a while, then sighed and said: "Smith, it's not that your movie is bad, but your movie is too advanced, and American audiences and film companies will not be able to accept it."

"Why do you say that?" Zhang Dongcheng sat up straight, this was indeed where he struggled.

Why was "Million Dollar Baby", which was produced in 2004 and became the biggest winner at the 2005 Oscars, not recognized by the same film company in the same United States and here in 1995, and even everyone would Think American audiences won't like it?

Is it really the distance in point of view from American audiences?