Superstar

One step after another, Hugo stepped onto the stage, but his footsteps were unprecedentedly firm. He clearly saw the smiling Coen brothers approaching each other, and then each gave him a big hug, the joy flowing from his eyes. Without any politeness, the smile at the corner of Hugo's mouth could not be sketched out.

Joel stepped forward, handed the little golden man to Hugo, patted Hugo on the shoulder with a smile, and then Ethan stepped forward and gave Hugo a hug again, "Now I want to be with It’s even more difficult for you to cooperate.” Ethan's simple words in Hugo's ear made Hugo laugh.

In fact, the Coen brothers had no intention to attend this Oscar, but after learning that Hugo was shortlisted for the best original screenplay department, they nodded and agreed to be the guest of honor in the screenwriting department. It was entirely because of Hugo’s face. . But I didn't expect that the wish really came true, Hugo really won the prize, and the Coen brothers really handed the statuette to Hugo.

Taking the familiar and unfamiliar little golden man in his hand, Hugo walked to the front of the microphone. He looked at the dark crowd under the stands, opened his mouth to say something, but found that there were too many things in his brain. , So that it is difficult to sort out a clue at a time, "I thought I would behave better today. I haven't been too gaffe, nor too embarrassed. But when I stand here, I find that I don't know what to say. This is true. That's too bad."

A small self-deprecating sentence with a little pride and confidence makes people smile.

Hugo took a deep breath. He picked up the little golden man in his hand and looked at it seriously, the cold touch gradually calmed down the turbulent thoughts in his mind. Hugo really didn't expect that he could win the prize, not because he didn't have confidence in himself. It's that he has never really regarded himself as a screenwriter-he is a singer, he is an actor. But the screenwriter? Hugo is not so sure.

But now, he is truly standing on the stage of the sacred auditorium as a screenwriter, receiving this trophy that represents countless honors-this is the height that many people have been struggling to pursue in their entire lives but cannot reach, and it is also How many people have been looking up all their lives. After realizing this, the trophy in his hand became heavier, and the heavy weight made people breathless.

It is this weight. Let Hugo not be complacent, not arrogant. There is no blind joy, but after winning the award, I feel the trust and praise carried by this trophy.

It wasn't until this moment that Hugo understood the source of the strangeness: it came from that heavy responsibility, and it also came from the belief deep in his heart. It comes from the dream that doesn't belong to me but is realized in my own hands.

Involuntarily, the figure of Ernst Lechman appeared in his mind-the gold medal screenwriter who had struggled for a lifetime but never had a relationship with the little golden man, which made Hugo's emotional and chaotic brain sort out A line of thought, that kind of excitement was drowning him bit by bit, but he was calmer and more sure than ever before what he should say.

"I remember an old man told me that a bad screenplay can ruin a great director; an excellent screenplay can become a top master." Hugo pondered for a moment and said slowly. "In fact, at the beginning, I did not agree with this sentence, I want to say. What about the director? What about the actors? What about the other members of the crew? This sentence is too one-sided. At least I don't want to listen to it. talk."

Hugo's ridicule made everyone chuckle, "But then I gradually understood the meaning of this sentence. If the director is the soul of a movie, then the script is the body that carries this soul. We are always used to using it. The soul explores the height of a work, but forgets it. Without a body as a carrier, even a great soul can only dissipate in the storm. Of course, I never think of myself as a vase."

Hugo’s last sentence made everyone stunned. At first no one responded, but when Hugo was about to speak again, everyone reacted. This sentence contained several meanings, and people just clapped their hands. Laugh out loud. Hugo had to laugh too, paused for a while, and waited for the laughter to calm down a little bit, and then said, "So, standing here today, I don’t want to thank James for letting everyone see my work. Thought, I don’t want to thank Jack, Helen, and Greg for allowing everyone to see the wonderfulness of my work. I also don’t want to thank the crew for being willing to endure my harsh and critical..." This series of wise words made everyone laugh again. .

"I just want to thank such an old man who gave me the enlightenment and allowed me to create the script'before sunrise'; it was also he who gave me inspiration, urged and spurred me to create the script'perfectly beautiful'. Facts On the previous page, the model of Melvin played by Jack is the old man." Hugo’s words settled the commotion on the scene, but the turbulent emotions in Hugo’s heart were drowning him, the belated excitement Hugo's voice trembled a little uncontrollably, "Ernst Lechman, I want to thank Mr. Ernst Lechman."

"Oh!" More than half of the audience took a breath, and the academy leaders in the backstage were even more astonished. No one thought it would be Ernst! No one thought that he would be Ernst who has been away from the Hollywood spotlight for nearly two decades! As one of the most famous screenwriters in the golden age of Hollywood, Ernst was absolutely famous and sensational. More than half of the people who knew the name "Ernst" on the scene tonight are definitely more than half, but the "male and female thief" After the entire film industry changed dynasties, Ernst's reputation was lost in time. No one thought that Ernst would appear in front of everyone again in such a way today.

Almost everyone was in astonishment. The five thousand five hundred guests in the sacred auditorium all showed expressions of astonishment. All the noise disappeared in an instant, leaving only Hugo's voice trembling slightly because of his excitement. Reverberating in the space of the scene.

At this moment, Ernst, who was sitting in front of the TV, did not expect such a moment at all. The unexpected surprise left Ernst in place for an instant, his muscles stiff and unable to shake, even his eyes. He couldn't move, he could only stare at the small screen blankly, watching the young man in a dark gray suit standing on the stage, listening to his name appearing on the Oscar stage again. The sudden invading emotion made Ernst's entire world stand still at this moment.

"I'm not sure if Ernst wants me to mention him here tonight,'I'm sorry, Ernst, I'm making my own claim'." Hugo shouted into the camera, he was not sure if Ernst could see I can hear it, but the true emotions in his heart are naturally vented out, and there is no way to stop it, "Without Ernst, there would be no me as a screenwriter, let alone me standing here today. So... I must Thank him, I hope to pay tribute to Ernst for the honor of this trophy. In the end...Thank you, thank you Charlize Theron and Kevin Spacey who accompanied me to complete the work of "Perfect", thank you The crew who worked hand in hand to complete the filming of'Perfectly Beautiful', thank you!"

Hugo slightly lifted the little golden man in his hand again, and ended his acceptance speech with a smile.

Ernst Lechmann sat quietly on the sofa, motionless, as if he had been cast by magic, his muscles were completely stiff and he couldn't move at all.

His eyes were fixed on the small screen in front of him. At this time, the picture had changed and the song and dance performance began again, but he still stared at the small screen, as if he could recall the fragmented pieces from the familiar stage. Memory is average. However, the calm screen slowly blurred, like a mirror in a bath. The drenched water vapor covered the smooth and translucent glass with a layer of water mist, and all the scenery was isolated from the mist.

Ernst wanted to raise his hand to wipe the mist in front of him, but he waved it, but found that he was vacant. There was nothing in front of him. The gentle movement made his body shake, and then he realized that , His dry cheeks were suddenly wet, he stretched out his hand to touch his face in a panic, the hot tears covered his fingertips, only then did Ernst realize that he had already burst into tears.

Back to the backstage ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hugo looked at the little golden man in his hand, but he let out a long sigh. Unlike the excitement after winning the actor, this trophy for the best original script was held by Hugo. The burden is getting heavier and heavier. As Hugo said earlier, he is a singer and an actor, but not a screenwriter. In the position of screenwriter, he still has a long, long way to go. "Perfect" is just a stop. If he is satisfied with this and stops his pace, then this is the real thing for the trophy. Let down.

Perhaps, in the future, Hugo can again be affirmed by the screenwriter, maybe not. But no matter what the result is, he also hopes to continue on the road of screenwriting, not only because he loves the work of screenwriting, but also because he finally truly realizes the irreplaceable status of screenwriting.

It is precisely because of the hard-won of this figurine in his hand, it is precisely because of the significance of this trophy in his hand, and it is precisely because Hugo clearly realizes what kind of history this figurine means to him. ——The second person in the history of film to complete the two statuettes including actors and screenwriters, and it was only a year after the last award. He not only copied Emma Thompson's miraculous journey, but also stood at the crossroads of history. Mouth, that heavy responsibility became clearer.

Looking back at the noisy stage, Hugo suddenly felt a little at a loss. (To be continued)