The whole entertainment circle thinks I'm confused

Chapter 764
Is "Nobody with a Name" an excellent, boutique movie?

Needless to say.

Yes.

But what is more classic is the iron triangle combination of script, director, and actors.

Other post-production content such as editing and music are much inferior to other well-polished movies.

But when the post-production team list came out, it was either Carlos or Yu Junhao...

The audience judges were relieved again.

It's really not easy for a crew who can't afford to hire big names in post-production, and two half-hearted people to do this.

But then again.

Is the production budget of "Unknown" really tight?

Carlos has no money, and Yu Junhao still has some.

"Carlos Zivkovic...my name, I think many people know me. A film geek who lacks insight, lacks emotional intelligence, and has some talent for light and shadow? Haha, really good, full of recognition title, isn't it?"

Carlos no longer paid attention to the bow tie, and put his middle finger on the nose pad in the middle of the glasses.

Zoom in.

Not really.

Not to mention that Carlos couldn't sit still, even Huaxia's many viewers before the live broadcast couldn't sit still.

If there is more time to polish, it may not be inferior to a large production team.

"The Unknown" Carlos (France, China)"

The venue was silent for a moment, followed by sparse applause, followed by applause.

After halfway through the awards ceremony, it was finally the turn of the nominations for "Unknown".

"Huh! Am I handsome now?"

The road from the auditorium to the stage was not as long as he imagined.

Pain and Glory by Pedro Almodovar (Spain)

In the words of Carlos, "Our goal is not these awards, is it?"

What they want to see is Yu Junhao, and they basically don't know anyone else.

"Maybe?" Carlos looked unnatural.

In the case that it is estimated that the investment funds will not be recovered in the later stage, it is obviously a big loss to hire the post-production team and big names.

But it really has nothing to do with "Unknown", not even a nomination.

At the award ceremony, time passed very slowly and quickly.

The applause fell.

After a Carlos-style self-persuasion, as Yu Junhao said,
'I'm the winner, am I not? 'Carlos lowered his head slightly and raised it slightly.

Yu Junhao smiled, "Are you afraid of being watched by the audience, or are you worried about the award presenters? If I remember correctly...that was your muse? Don't look at me like that. You mentioned it twice after you were drunk. "

Slow is that there are too many small awards.

One at least has made too many films by himself, and the other is a singer, majoring in fine arts, so he can really get a shot.

Fast yes.

It might as well be the two of them doing it themselves.

Take a deep breath, shake hands frankly, receive blessings, accept the trophy, and let go of the discomfort in your heart.

But this is destined to be just an award-winning movie.

Under the spotlight of much attention, Yu Junhao gave him a sincere and encouraging hug.

"I mean, is my grooming okay? My bow tie seems to be askew, can you fix it for me?"

Little coffee please.

He whispered, "I think you can be a little more arrogant. After all, at this moment, you have defeated all the screenwriters present, and you are a well-deserved winner. Even if you see her again, you can be more confident."

"The trophy at the Cannes Film Festival...wasn't as heavy as I thought it would be, I mean weight. But with this trophy, I felt like I was heavier, oh, I mean, I was still light, but at this moment I Stop!"

"In the end, who won the No.70 Best Screenplay Award at the [-]nd Cannes Film Festival..."

"Let's have our old friend Carlos Zivkovic!"

The award presenters didn't play tricks, they were rather serious, they whetted their appetites and announced the list.

"Once Upon a Time in Hollywood" Quentin Tarantino (Pretty Country)

"Forget it, I mean, if I'm next to you, the spotlight will look dim on me, and the audience in front of the camera may not even care about me at all, let alone whether my bow tie is crooked or whether there is a smile on my shoulder. I have dandruff."

"I am very grateful to the jury for giving me such a chance as a movie freak. I mean, I will still choose to be a freak."

He shrugged.

The guest who presented the award was his "old lover".

Facing Yu Junhao, toward the camera, he shook his head, clicked his tongue, and opened his mouth.

"Films nominated for the No.70 Best Screenplay Award at the [-]nd Cannes Film Festival:
"Portrait of a Young Girl" by Céline Sciamma (France)

"Oh! I found a few flakes of dandruff like snowflakes on my shoulders—my God, I shouldn't have chosen a pure black dress. If I chose a white dress, maybe there would be no such embarrassing moments. I It would be a shame to blow them off and get caught on camera."

But that's enough.

"..."

At this moment, he doesn't seem to be so resistant to this gorgeous girl in her 30s, one of the charming roses of France who has been courting and rejecting each other.

"I always think that movies are multi-faceted and should not be limited to a certain core aesthetic."

"I mean, I hope everyone can give more chances for geeks like me to get to know you. You will find, Oh, the angle of the original movie, the original movie, can still present such a core soul, it is not dead Yes, it's alive!"

"This is my first award, I don't think it will be the last, I mean - I am still very ambitious for the Palme d'Or for best picture, I want to see if the silver trophy in my hand is heavier, or the golden trophy The trophy for Best Picture at the Palm weighs in!"

His eyes and words are full of childish desire to share.

(End of this chapter)