Made in Hollywood

Hearing Duke's refusal without hesitation, Mel Gibson's hands that were hanging down at his sides instantly clenched into fists. He tried his best to control himself with the strength of feeding.

Staring at Mel Gibson, Duke had already seen that the other party was only apologizing for the sake of apology.

"I won't accept your apology now."

Seeing that the people around were looking at him in surprise or understanding, Duke deliberately said, "You are not hurting me alone, but a huge group, and you are insulting my ethnicity. Mr. Gibson, you It's not me who should be apologizing."

Pulling the tiger skin to make the banner, Duke used to be very good at this, and now it is not obscure to use it.

Bloodline and ethnicity are given by my mother. Although I can't say much in my heart, if I don't take advantage of the natural advantages, that's a standard idiot.

"Duke..."

Mel Gibson wanted to speak, but was interrupted directly by Duke, "I said, Mr. Gibson, it's not me who you need to apologize to."

He stood up and held out his hand to Zeta Jones, "Kate, let's go."

"OK."

Catherine Zeta Jones put her hands in Duke's arms and walked to the door of the banquet hall with him on her back. She also deliberately glanced at Mel Gibson, who was standing there blankly, with amber eyes in his eyes. All contempt.

A shameful loser!

With a cold snort from the bottom of his heart, Zeta Jones turned his head, and his beautiful eyes immediately changed to the most charming color. The bright and flickering look was comparable to the chandelier on the ceiling.

In the banquet hall, the rest of the crew of "Saving Private Ryan" are also gradually dispersing. Ben Watts, Zach Snyder and others bring their female companions they just got, and are going to open a room upstairs with their girlfriends. Or someone whose wife comes. He was about to go home, and no one looked at Mel Gibson again.

On the "Braveheart" crew, not many people attended the party, but there were a few.

"To lose all our faces!"

The guy who won the best costume design said to the assistant director of the crew, "I will never work with him again in the future."

The assistant director hummed. said, "It's a fool to work with Mel Gibson again!"

After receiving a notification from the assistant, Tina Brown hurried out of a lounge. There was no need to look for it at all. As long as everyone looked at it with contempt, you could see Mel Gibson's tall but slightly distasteful appearance. decadent figure.

"He messed up our party?"

Seeing the most important guest tonight, the crew of "Saving Private Ryan" all disappeared. Tina Brown couldn't help frowning and walked over directly.

"Mr. Gibson," whispered Tina Brown, standing in front of Mel Gibson, "I hope you don't show up at Vanity Fair parties in the future."

Done. She turned and walked away coldly, as if Mel Gibson had never existed behind her.

"Where are you going, Kate?"

Walking out of the banquet hall, Duke asked tentatively. "Do you need me to ask the driver to take you back?"

Zeta Jones hesitated, eyes twinkling. With a sweet smile at Duke, "You've decided."

"You are very understanding."

Raising his free hand, Duke squeezed Zeta Jones' chin. "Honey. I kind of like you."

"Actually..." Zeta Jones pressed half of his body on Duke's arm, "I'm already in love with you."

With a hearty smile, Duke dialed a phone number and soon arrived at a presidential suite. He did not intend to take Zeta Jones home, but took the elevator to the upper floor of the hotel.

Ten minutes later, the spacious bedroom of the suite had become a battlefield for fierce battles. What surprised Duke was that Zeta Jones not only took the initiative, but also tried to please him in different ways. Some of the dance-like high-difficulty movements have stimulated both the senses and the mind at the same time, giving him an enjoyment that can only be described as indulgent.

This is an almost perfect bed companion.

After everything was quiet, Duke gave Catherine Zeta Jones this evaluation.

The two sat next to each other on a bench, naked and wrapped in the same thick blanket, feeling the cool breeze blowing on the balcony, and watching the night view of Los Angeles from a commanding height.

"Kate, I find I like you more and more."

Duke's hand has been moving in Zeta Jones' plump and soft place, "Why didn't I find you so attractive before?"

"Because you only have work in your eyes."

Holding a large bottle of wine, Zeta Jones took a sip directly from the bottle without using a glass, and then handed the bottle to Duke's mouth, Duke also took a sip, the slightly spicy wine irritated his throat , could not help coughing a few times.

As soon as he stopped coughing, Zeta Jones kissed him, and a mouthful of warm wine fell into his mouth.

"Would it feel better that way?"

She wiped the wine dripping down the corner of her mouth, blinked at this side, put down the wine bottle, loosened the blanket she was wrapped in, and put her whole body against Duke's body, and slowly shook her body, Unleash your passion.

Gently kissing the forehead in front of him, Duke hugged Zeta Jones tightly, experiencing the sexy and enchanting body in his arms.

"Why don't... let's go to another place." Zeta Jones has been observing Duke's expression. Seeing his doubts, he asked tentatively, "Let's go to your house, okay?"

A woman with great ideas, isn't she? Duke shook his head gently and reminded, "Have you forgotten, Kate, we have to cooperate with Panney's publicity plan."

Zeta Jones buried her entire face in Duke's chest, her face changed, and quickly returned to normal, she knew she was a little too impatient.

"Just a suggestion," she said, nibbling her strong muscles with her teeth, "I want to try what it's like to be at the beach."

Without waiting for Duke to say anything, Zeta Jones' head fell further and further, and the whole person quickly disappeared into the thick blanket.

The Oscars are over, and the feast belonging to the media is far from over. From the next morning, a large number of voices outraged for Duke appeared on the entertainment pages of many media, and many media even pointed out that the academy discriminates against young directors. , stole the best director statue that should belong to Duke.

The academy didn't respond, and Duke didn't bother to pay attention. This is a routine event that the media comes to once a year, and few people in the industry would care.

Not to mention other, there are even the media that "Saving Private Ryan" should not have won the best picture, and complained about Tim Robbins' "Death Ramble".

It can also be seen from this aspect that the media have no morals at all. As long as they can attract attention, they will not care about who or which movie is unfair.

It is said that last year, most of the media sympathized with "The Shawshank Redemption", but if a private investigation is conducted, several of those media industry workers believe that "The Shawshank Redemption" should beat "Forrest Gump" to get the best Film?

The so-called Oscar controversy hyped in the media is just a controversy, and it is difficult to affect the Academy in substance.

For example, the media has been urging the academy to reform and choose movies with a wider audience, but what is the actual effect? The reform of the academy is just an empty promise. In the past two decades, it will be found that the average age of the members of the academy, that is, the Oscar judges has not only not been young, but has grown, and the selected films have become more niche, conservative and politicized. The rate has shrunk sharply, their influence is not as strong as before, and they have no substantive reform measures.

In the final analysis, the Academy is ultimately dominated by conservatives.

This is also normal, and anyone tends to be conservative as they get older.

After leaving the Hilton Hotel and sending Catherine Zeta Jones back to her temporary residence in North Hollywood, Duke returned to his Malibu home. When he entered the villa, he found that there was an extra glass cabinet in the living room. The one he got The Golden Figure for Best Original Screenplay has been placed in the most prominent position of the cabinet, and there are other piles of trophies below.

Although I haven't attended the award ceremony very much, Duke has won a lot of messy awards in recent years, such as the Saturn Award and the MTV Movie Award.

"I put the trophy on."

Mrs. Leah walked in from the lounge, pointed to the glass cabinet and said, "How do you feel?"

"Mom, you always have the best vision." Duke walked to the cupboard, looked at it, and joked, "Maybe in the future my trophies will fill this cupboard."

"Confidence is a good thing."

Taking the coffee pot brought by the butler, Mrs. Leah sat on the sofa, "Is it the golden man, my dear?"

"I think the Saturn Prize is more likely, Mom."

Walking over and sitting across from his mother, Duke took a sip of the poured coffee, "In my plan, there are very few realistic themes."

Mrs. Leah changed the subject, "I'm going to go back to New York this afternoon. Duke, your 26th birthday will soon be over, and my lawyer will come over next month to handle the transfer of the Victoria's Secret share trust with you. If You're not in Los Angeles, remember to notify your attorney in advance."

Duke thought about his schedule, "I probably won't leave. "Chicago" will officially start at the beginning of next month."

"Duke, you'll be twenty-six soon."

Patting Duke on the shoulder, Mrs. Leah walked towards the stairs, "You are now successful in your career and mature and rational. I am very pleased and proud of you. Go ahead and don't lose your way."

Once again turning twenty-six years old, Duke sighed softly and felt a little more in his heart. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the wide sea. Work hard and work hard, the wings that carry your dreams can fly on the sea.

I have my own goals, I will look for the direction, no matter how big the temptation and setbacks are, I will move forward firmly!

(End of Volume 1) (To be continued ~^~)