King of Hollywood

"Hello, are you..." The person who opened the door was a young woman in her early thirties, with brown hair and grayish-blue eyes. Although she was dressed in simple clothes, she had an aura that no one could ignore. However, after seeing Adrian holding the child, he was obviously stunned, and he couldn't say anything later.

"Hello, Ms. Thompson, I'm Adrian Kewell, we made an appointment today." Adrian changed Emma from left to right, and then said with a smile.

"Um... yes, Mr. Cowell... hello..." Ms. Thompson finally came back to her senses, looked at him and the little girl in his arms curiously, and then said: "You seem to be late. "

"Yes, I'm sorry, something went wrong," Adrian shrugged, "This kid must follow me."

Thompson's curious expression became more intense, but she still made a gesture of invitation: "Come in first."

Walking through the traditional British-style aisle, Adrian followed Ms. Thompson into the living room. The two men sitting in the living room were talking and stood up when they saw someone coming.

"Let me introduce, this is Adrian Kewell, the youngest Palme d'Or winner who has received the most media attention during this period." Ms. Thompson first introduced Adrian to the two men, then turned her head and said Pointing to the left, a man with a square face who looked about her age: "This is my husband, Kenneth Bryner."

Then pointed to the right, a tall but thin middle-aged man in his forties: "This is my agent, Paul Wilkinson, you are on the phone."

"Sorry, I'm late," Adrian said after shaking hands with the two, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

"It's okay, I think there must be a reason for that." Kenneth glanced at the little girl in Adrian's arms, and said understandingly, "Please sit down, Mr. Cowell."

"Thank you, please call me Adrian or Ed." Adrian nodded, sat down on the couch, and put the little guy in his arms beside him.

"Remember our agreement, Emma?" He hung on the little girl's small and cute nose.

"Understood." Emma pursed her mouth, put her hands flat, and sat on the sofa in an orderly manner.

"Emma?" Ms. Thompson next to her suddenly showed surprise.

"Oh, yes, Ms. Emma Thompson, the little guy has the same name as you," Adrian laughed as he thought of something. "Even the spelling is the same. It's a coincidence."

Today he came to visit Emma Thompson, the British actress who "had" won the Oscar for Best Actress in the 65th session with "Howard End". Use the "original crew" to reproduce the movie almost perfectly to ensure the quality, and then complete your own plan.

"Is she your... daughter?" Emma Thompson asked tentatively.

"No, she is... the daughter of a friend of mine." Adrian said and gestured, then turned around and patted Emma on the head with a smile. The little girl raised her head and gave him a sweet smile, then leaned closer to him, getting closer to him.

The three people who saw it exchanged thoughtful glances, and then Thompson coughed dryly: "Okay, Adrian, let's get down to business, I'm curious, why did you invite me to star in "Howards End"? "

"Because in my opinion, you are the most suitable candidate." Adrian shrugged, "In terms of temperament and appearance, you are very suitable for the role of Margaret."

"Um... thanks." Thompson accepted his compliment with a smile, and it was only then that she realized she had asked the wrong question.

Seeing that she was a little embarrassed, her agent Wilkinson took over the topic: "Excuse me, Mr. Adrian, why do you want to put the novel "Howards End" on the big screen?"

If you want to translate these words, that is: you, a director known for your cult style, how could you shoot a Victorian British style movie on a whim? Are you sure you can make a movie like this? How do you prove that you have the ability to make this movie well?

They couldn't help but think so much. If Adrian made more drama-oriented movies like "The Shawshank Redemption", Thompson might have agreed. But looking at his three, oh, now four films, most of them are full of foul language, full of violence and black humor, and the film that won the Palme d'Or not long ago took this form to the extreme. If he hadn't had "The Shawshank Redemption" and the title of the youngest Oscar nominee for best director, Thompson might have thought it was a joke.

The difference between these two styles is so great that it is unimaginable, so Thompson still has doubts about his invitation. After all, she is now a well-known British actress. Only those actors who can't wait to become famous, or who are low in popularity and want to transform, will desperately invest in this kind of experimental film.

Of course, even if they had so many questions, they wouldn't ask them directly, otherwise, it would be embarrassing. In this circle that pays attention to connections and image, everyone will try to avoid this kind of behavior. But as long as Adrian is not a fool, he will not fail to understand the meaning. If he is sincere, he will naturally explain it.

"This...how should I say it?" Adrian smiled, "Sorry, please give me a few minutes to think about it."

After a pause of two or three minutes, he opened his mouth again: "I think you should know something, my grandmother is British, I spent a lot of time in London when I was a child, and the cultural atmosphere of England—whether the upper class or the lower class -in a certain way, it has a great influence on me, so I chose to make my first work in the UK. Of course, at that time, I didn't understand what these meant, even when I was in high school. Have read quite a few of Mr. Foster's novels.

Until one day I woke up suddenly—the media had a lot of reports about this, so I won’t go into details. I started to be a director, wanting to express the countless pictures in my head through the camera, those things are constantly beating here, and the thoughts and feelings that I have never had before are sprayed out so violently, I can't wait I tried my best to describe it. Among them are Mr. Foster's works. If "A Room with a View" hadn't been put on the screen in a few years, I would definitely choose this novel. Of course, "Howard's End" is also an excellent novel, especially after I woke up and re-read it with a deeper understanding, so I bought the right to adapt it early.

But you also know that as a newcomer, it is not easy to adapt such a well-known novel into a movie, so I chose to make some relatively low-cost movies first, so as to practice skills and accumulate qualifications. Fortunately, my hard work has not been in vain, and it has been recognized by many people, so I think I can start to make "Howards End" now, and I can definitely control and control this novel."

In fact, it is very simple to convince an actor. First, praise the other person’s proudest and favorite things, such as acting skills or local culture; This is the same as actors always say when promoting a movie that this is their best movie. Of course, this degree must be well grasped, so as to make the other party feel happy and surprised without causing disgust.

But more importantly, it must have the capital to say so, such as being nominated for an Oscar for Best Director, or winning the Palme d'Or at the Cannes Film Festival. As long as you have these, although the method is very old-fashioned, it will definitely work.

"I have to admit, your speech is very tempting, Adrian," Thompson said after pondering for a moment. As a well-known British actress, although she was a little tempted, it doesn't mean she will agree. Before, you have already made a more literary film, and you still collaborated with Al Pacino, but you have been refrigerated, may you know why?"

"This involves a movie promotion, especially the promotion of "Pulp Fiction,"" Adrian replied evasively, "Although the media all guessed that I was not satisfied with this movie and thought it was a failure, so It will be refrigerated, but I will tell everyone one day in the second half of the year that they are wrong. I can’t say that this will be my best work, but I can guarantee that this is Al’s best play.”

Thompson fell silent, Brenner and Wilkinson did not speak, and Adrian picked up the teacup and sipped the black tea with a smile on his face.

At this time, Emma, ​​who was looking around restlessly, pulled the corner of her clothes, "Ed, I want to go to the bathroom."

"Hmm..." Adrian looked at the little guy with some embarrassment, then at Thompson and Brynner.

"I'll take her there." Brenner stood up immediately.

Although Emma was a little reluctant, she still followed Brenner under Adrian's persuasion.

Thompson, who saw it in his eyes, suddenly said after the little girl left: "She seems to be very attached to you."

"I'm trying to find a way to make her reduce this attachment, and it's best to return to a normal level." Adrian sighed softly.

"Oh?" Thompson looked at him with interest.

"Do you still remember the bus accident in London last year?" Adrian no longer concealed it. "Emma's parents died that day, and I was there at the time..."

He tried to use short words to tell the whole thing before the little girl came back. Even though it was very simple, Thompson still couldn't help opening his eyes. After looking at little Emma, ​​who was sitting back next to Adrian, and at Adrian, who was joking with Emma gently, and exchanging glances with her agent, she opened her mouth before Adrian asked. : "Looks like this should be a good choice." ()