The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 944 A sudden turn of events
Take a deep breath, take another deep breath, and try your best to control your heart.

However, it still failed, and the heart was beating wildly and was on the verge of exploding.

Nicholas' mouth was full of bitterness.

He thought he had let it go, remained calm and composed, and acknowledged that the jury and the official brochure only represented the aesthetic tastes of a small group of people and could not represent his 100% agreement, and vice versa.

At the same time, keep an open mind and truly enjoy the atmosphere of the film festival. There is no need to dwell on the award winners like the Oscars. Instead, focus on the movies. This is the correct way to open a film festival.

As a result, it was exposed immediately——

collapse.

Nicholas took a deep breath and tried to convince himself not to be blinded by prejudice. There was no need to be so harsh on the "Cortwright Family".

Unfortunately, it failed.

Nicholas didn't like "The Cortrights" not because the official brochure gave it a score of 0.3, but because he couldn't understand how this movie got into the main competition. It was a complete farce.

The fact is, in his later years, Bertrand Buriel's creative state declined across the board, his comedies turned into farces, and the quality of his films was really bad.

No means no, it’s a simple truth.

But now?

The Cortletts entered the main competition and were called back on the last day, just one step away from the Palme d'Or.

Thinking of this, Nicholas's whole stomach cramped.

He wanted to vomit.

Not only him, but all the other reporters in the press conference room felt the same way.

Sighs, wails, cries of surprise—

Some people stood there staring at the TV screen in disbelief, wishing they could burn two holes in it; some were scratching their hair, not caring about the few strands of hair they had left; some were running wild in the press conference room like a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Some people quietly pushed open the door of the press conference room and went outside to light a cigarette; some people gulped down a glass of whiskey, mustered up the courage to pick up their laptops, put their hands on the keyboard and prepared to type, thinking they were ready but found that their minds were blank.

All kinds of strange things, but without exception, everyone was briefly shocked.

Nicholas noticed Carl's surprise and patted him gently on the shoulder.

Carl was startled and finally remembered to breathe.

He took a deep breath, but his flushed cheeks would not return to normal in a short time. Carl rubbed his face hard and tried to organize his words.

"The Cortwright family... shouldn't be that..."

In the end, he couldn't finish his words, and Carl looked at Nicholas blankly.

Nicholas shrugged slightly. "Admit it, the Cortwrights just can't do it."

Carl smiled bitterly. "So, the Palme d'Or was awarded to the last-place work in the official program. Has this ever happened before?"

Nicholas actually touched his chin and said, "Hey, I haven't really thought about this. I need to search my memory. This is worth studying."

Carl, "Would it be better to give the Palme d'Or to 'The Cortletts' or 'The Brown Bunny'?"

Nicholas showed an interested expression. "That's a good question."

So, is this a way to find joy in misery?

At this moment, a commotion stirred up waves like ripples.

"Absurd, ha, absurd!"

In the end, some people in the crowd could not control themselves. They walked away cursing and turned away from the press conference room, refusing to witness such history.

Moreover, there were more than just one or two people. When the first person who led the way to leave appeared, a small group of people followed him and left one after another. The uncontrollable rage and anxiety stirred up a wave of heat that almost ignited the dry paper in the room.

It is true that they are the media and have news reporting work to do, but now that things are clear as day, is there any need for them to stay?

not necessarily.

After the storm, the media reporters who remained in the press conference room couldn't help but sigh. They really had no way to blame those people.

They looked away and began to type on the keyboard one by one, getting busy.

From the perspective of moviegoers, this is indeed a complete disaster; but from the perspective of media reporters, they are about to witness history:

The jury headed by Patrice Chéreau is about to award the Palme d'Or to "The Cortrights," the film with the lowest official brochure score in the history of the Cannes Film Festival.

Meanwhile, five films shared seven awards, with Best Actor taking home a double yolk, and “The Invasion” taking home two trophies for Best Screenplay and Best Actress, all bold moves that defied expectations and subverted speculation.

Different everywhere.

While everyone was discussing whether the highest score in the official program was worthy of the Palme d'Or, this year's Cannes Film Festival took an unconventional approach and made history.

It is conceivable that after tonight, the global film industry will be hit hard.

Taking a deep breath, Nicholas and Carl also started to get busy.

With his fingers hovering over the keyboard, Nicholas tried to organize his thoughts.

"dispute.

This is the absolute keyword throughout the 2003 Cannes Film Festival, which is positive and negative at the same time. The jury led by Patrice Chéreau left a question for history, waiting for time to answer..."

Crackling.

Nicholas' mind was full of thoughts. Although he was depressed, irritable, and angry, and although all kinds of emotions were surging in his mind, he still found the concentration to transform all the disappointment and bitterness into the words in his hands.

On the TV screen, Patrice Jaap appeared.

There were no performances, no interludes, no breaks, just one award after another, even the Palme d'Or was no exception, and then the answers were revealed.

However, there is no suspense anymore.

Not only in the press conference room, but also in the Lumiere Hall -

By process of elimination, Patrice now has only one answer. All eyes are focused on Bertrand Brillet. An extraordinary Cannes Film Festival is about to end in an extraordinary way.

The Palme d'Or, one of the highest honors at the three major European film festivals, is the highest reward for any filmmaker and the highlight of his career.

The scene was a little agitated.

The guests didn't even pay attention to Patrice, but instead stared at Bertrand one by one.

Even Alex and Eric, two outsiders, noticed something was wrong and secretly glanced at Anson, but now was not the best time to explain. Anson could only use his eyes to ask them to be patient and then look at the stage.

Under the spotlight, Patrice Chéreau could also sense the commotion at the scene. All the attention that should have been directed to him was now out of focus, but he didn't care and looked calm and composed.

Just like Maitreya Buddha.

Patrice still gave his introduction in a serious manner, then symbolically opened the envelope in his hand and glanced at the card in his hand as if he was at an award ceremony. Although everyone had expected the answer, the atmosphere still needed to be created, otherwise it would be dry and boring.

Procedures still need to be in place.

But in the end, he didn't try to be mysterious like the Oscars. He just took a deep breath and revealed the answer directly.

"… Palme d'Or, 'Elephant'."

(End of this chapter)