Made in Hollywood

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The sun disappeared behind the dunes. Sofia Coppola stepped on the soft sand and walked towards the trailer where she lived. After a busy day of work, although she was not physically tired, she was extremely tired, especially after being hit by a huge explosion. The ears that were constantly stimulated by the sound were still aching, and there were always some buzzing noises.

"Fortunately, I've gotten used to it after so long."

I walked to the trailer and looked at the side habitually. It was Duke's residence. There was obviously no one there. When the guy was working, he could only describe it as full attention. Today, I shot so many explosive scenes, I still don't know. What time does he get off work.

"Don't worry about him, isn't there Naomi Watts now?"

Sophia muttered, pulled out her trailer, walked in, took off her clothes covered with yellow sand, got into the bathroom, stood under the shower, raised her head to meet the warm water.

Perhaps the scale of the explosion created by the crew today was too large, and a lot of grains of sand got into her hair.

Recalling the shooting in the afternoon, Sophia felt her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Even though she had adapted to Duke's shooting style, she couldn't help but feel frightened when she saw a model of a spaceship hundreds of feet long, engulfed by fire in a huge explosion. Explosive maniacs and saboteurs, people even set dozens of explosion points on the spaceship model, and then exploded in sequence like fireworks.

After taking a shower, Sophia briefly wiped it, checked that it was not too late, wrapped a bath towel, sat at the table, took out a pen and notebook, and planned to write a work diary.

She doesn't write every day, but whenever she gets a new perspective on the film, she jots it down, and not just about the film, but the guy she's serving.

The pen was slowly spinning around her fingertips. After Sophia opened the book, she suddenly lost her motivation to write.

Putting down the pen, she didn't close the book, but kept flipping, looking at some things recorded in the past, especially some of Duke's views on directing, which seemed extraordinarily interesting at this time.

On November 12, 1992, sunny...

At Warner Studios, I found that Duke is full of adventurous spirit in addition to focus and hard work. He will never say words like 'impossible' and 'impossible', even if he encounters a big problem, he will always will not falter. Although he is always under pressure and enduring anger, he always maintains a cool head and regards himself as an independent outsider in the crew, who can always provide timely criticism and suggestions to the staff who make mistakes.

March 2, 1993, sunny...

In post-production, Duke and Charles Rowan disagreed, and the two argued for two hours before he persuaded the other. When Duke made the film, it gave me the feeling as if he was the creator, and he said that if there is light, there must be light, no matter the method. We discussed the way General Hammer's remonstrance in the movie, he firmly believes that humans don't suddenly evolve to a certain stage, and then in an instant hold hands and sing of world peace, so that all the intrigues disappear.

It should be said that what I believe is that peace can be achieved through higher armament force - perhaps it is this ingrained view that influences Duke's understanding of the film, and he has always been so obsessed with special effects, explosions and action fights.

August 16, 1993, overcast...

The "Independence Day" project was approved. This will be a super production with a total investment of more than 100 million US dollars. Duke finally got all the rights of the studio and post-production. He deserves all this, including me. Some people have this understanding - Duke will always be the director who came out of the studio with a strong desire for control and destruction, and we all live under his powerful aura and have little say!

On October 3, 1993, sunny...

Duke finally arrived at the Duke studio. I could smell the scent of women's perfume and the smoke from burning marijuana. He went to a model's party yesterday, and I didn't have to think about it to guess that he did. what! Duke also admitted that he was with Charlize Theron and Cameron Diaz last night and I had a fight with him and I found that I couldn't suppress my anger at all, and I didn't want to suppress it!

I asked him if he had just achieved a little success, did he forget the importance of hard work? Have you forgotten the high investment of the film in the pipeline? I warned him that if the film failed, he would be worthless, a total failure! Being too obsessed with women will only bring obstacles!

Sophia, I want you to understand one thing - once we start this adventure and the filming starts, nothing will stop me, not even the most beautiful and sexy woman! The only way to stop me is to kill me!

Duke answered me like this, I looked him in the eyes, and found that he really thought so - he will not hand his fate to anyone, only in his own hands!

A knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the trailer. Sophia put away her notebook, walked over to open the door, and stood outside a girl who was not very tall. She was the youngest of the main actors in the crew.

"Scarlett, is something wrong?" Sophia just showed her head.

"It's almost time for dinner, Mom asked me to ask you to come with me?" Scarlett took a step up, "Can I go in?"

"certainly."

Although the little girl was a little troublesome, Sophia liked her very much and let her in, "Sit casually, I'll change my clothes."

After changing clothes, Sophia walked towards the dining car with Scarlett Johansson in order to meet Melanie Sloan who had passed by earlier.

"Have you finished your study class today?" Sophia asked, pulling her.

"It's done, it's so boring." Scarlett's brows were twisted together, "Why do all my scenes have to be filmed separately instead of being concentrated in a few days? Did Duke have a problem with me again? "

"Dear, when shooting, Duke is businesslike." Sophia turned her head and said seriously, "Although strictly speaking, you are his sister, but if he makes a mistake, he will not be merciful. Scarlett, Any director would do that."

"Why are you always talking for Duke?" Scarlett rolled her eyes and suddenly changed the subject, "Sophia, don't you like Duke like that Naomi Watts?"

"This is not something you should be concerned about." Sophia shook her head.

"Cut, I'll be ten years old soon." Scarlett looked at Sophia's face, but didn't notice anything special, and added, "It won't be long before I can have a boyfriend."

Two women, one big and one small, joked and walked into the huge tent connected to the dining car. This is the public restaurant where the crew dine. However, except for the rental trailer and dining car, most of the facilities are actually provided by the military. The Pentagon does Provided a lot of convenience for the crew.

"I see Duke." Scarlett pointed to a dining table near the corner of the tent. "He's sitting with that nasty woman Naomi Watts."

"Hate?" Sophia couldn't help feeling inexplicable, "Did she do anything to you?"

"At Warner Studios, I once delivered an ice cream to Duke." Scarlett Johansson waved to her mother, then walked to Duke's table, whispering to her as she walked. Sophia said, "Duke was busy, so she put it aside for the time being, but after she went, she threw my ice cream into the trash."

"I'm pissed off! I'm pissed off!" she muttered, "I don't like her at all, if she were Duke's girlfriend, I would definitely speak ill of her to the godmother, Duke respects her the most. The godmother."

Sophia couldn't help rolling her eyes, this little girl is really not an ordinary trouble.

"Hi, Duke."

Just when she was about to reach the dining table, Sophia found that Scarlett Johansson immediately changed into a cute and innocent smile, trotted and jumped over, moved a chair and sat next to Duke, "Mom wanted to eat in the trailer. Well, but I missed you and came here to find you."

Pulling over a chair, Sophia sat next to Scarlett.

"What do you want to eat?" Duke took a glass, grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from Naomi Watts' glass, and poured a glass for the little guy. "Today I'll treat you."

Duke got a call from his mother yesterday asking him to take more care of her lovely goddaughter.

"I don't want it anymore." Scarlett took the cup and shook her head, "I'll go to New York in a few days. Would you like to treat me in New York? Also, the Super Bowl is coming soon. I heard my godmother say, Santa Feia There's a halftime event, can you take me with you?"

After thinking for a while, and seeing the expectant eyes on the small face, Duke nodded slowly, "I can take you to Atlanta to watch the Super Bowl, don't be happy yet, Scarlett! There are two conditions, first, you You have to perform better than I expected in filming, and secondly, you have to convince your mother yourself!"

"I promise to do it!" Scarlett laughed happily.

"Super Bowl?" Naomi Watts on the other side seemed to be interested, "Why don't we go to Atlanta together."

Duke hadn't spoken yet, and Scarlett Johansson asked anxiously, "Together? Are you going too, Nami?"

Seeing the other side nod, she scratched her blond hair pretending to be strange, "Nami, are you Duke's girlfriend?"

"Do you also understand love, Scarlett?" The unnaturalness on Naomi Watts' face was fleeting, and under the cover of increasingly excellent acting skills, no one could notice, "You are still so young."

"Of course!" Scarlett nodded vigorously.

"Scarlett, what do you want to eat?"

Duke stood up and interrupted this topic that was not suitable for discussion now. After listening to the little girl name a few meals, he shook his head to Sophia and Naomi Watts, "Let's go get dinner."

The three turned their heads and walked towards the dining car. Behind them, Scarlett Johansson reached for Naomi Watts' glass, spit into the Gatorade inside, and shook it deliberately. After shaking it, I carefully observed it, and I felt that I couldn't see any difference, so I put it back in its original place.

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