I’m in Hollywood

Simply sorting out the set, the last person started to rush back to the station.

Eric and Catherine walked behind the crowd, and everyone took the initiative to leave them a private space. Even Catherine’s female assistant was very savvy and walked away. Catherine’s face was slightly reddish. However, I still actively talked with Eric about the progress of the film.

"I and Terrence plan to finish all the group play in the next month, and the rest of the shots can be slowly polished. Count it down. The shooting here is about May. We have already received the Venice." The film festival will be held for the first time in Venice in September."

Eric said: "The Venice Film Festival is more focused on art films. In terms of the theme of this film, should it be more suitable for the Berlin Film Festival with a strong atmosphere?"

"Yeah," Catherine nodded. "But the Berlin Film Festival is held every February. This year is definitely not catching up. If you are willing to postpone the film for one year, we can declare it to the Berlin Film Festival next year."

"This is no longer necessary," Eric shook his head with a smile and said: "Our main goal is Oscar."

"Although it is exploring differently different war themes, compared to last year's "Saving Private Ryan", "Red Alert" is unlikely to present Hanks' breakthrough in "Forrest Gump", Oscar's hope is not Big, you have to be mentally prepared," Catherine tweeted Eric a little, and soon laughed again. "I almost forgot, you didn't care about Oscar."

"You can be wrong, I still care about Oscar."

Catherine glanced at Eric: "What you care about is only the economic benefits of Oscar."

"Well, I admit," Eric spread his hand and said with pity: "So, do you think that I am very vulgar now and want to draw a line with me."

Catherine chuckled and asked: "I heard that you were almost hijacked in Mexico?"

"It’s not that serious. I didn’t even let the guns go, but the media just exaggerated the words for the news.”

Catherine nodded and seemed to want to ask again, but did not say anything.

Eric probably guessed her thoughts. Catherine should have just wanted to ask the Titanic.

Feeling that Catherine instinctively did not want to mention Cameron’s subtle emotions in front of her, Eric smiled and took the initiative: “The Titanic may have to be postponed until the end of the year, so it’s estimated at that time. It must be exactly the same as the previous year."

The previous year, Catherine's "Saving Private Ryan" and Cameron's "Real Lies" were facing each other in the summer file, because the progress of the filming of the Titanic was seriously delayed, and this situation must continue to happen at the end of the year.

However, compared to the rich "Business Rescue Ryan", "Red Alert" is a war film, but it is very artistic, and even a bit boring, I am afraid that this year will not be too good at the box office. Of course, if you can once again stir up the topic of Catherine and Cameron's new film showdown, and have enough topical degree, the box office of "Red Alert" will definitely be much higher than the original.

"I am only responsible for filming, and other arrangements for you," Catherine said, no objection to this situation, faintly said.

Artists want to pursue the art of film, but they can't keep the film company alive. In this respect, Catherine sees it very well as a female director who is not so smooth in Hollywood.

Back to the crew station, the sky was already dark, and after a simple dinner, Catherine and others came to the station's simple post-production studio to start checking today's footage.

Eric also followed the help of finishing, and by the way looked at the filming results of the recent period of the crew. Eric is not very good at art films, so he doesn't take the brunt of it. He just listens patiently to the explanations of Catherine and Terrence Malik, and occasionally expresses his opinions as a bystander. As for whether they will be Adoption, Eric is not too concerned.

So working until nearly ten o'clock, leaving the studio, outdoor breezy, many members of the crew gathered in the outdoors to drink and chat, playing cards on the open ground, the smell of barbecue from time to time.

Terrence Malik and Eric greeted each other and went to the crowd with two production assistants from the late studio.

Catherine waved at the people who greeted them and asked Eric: "Are you going to pass?"

"What about you?" Eric asked.

Catherine shook her head and said, "I have to go back to rest."

"Oh, then I will go to rest, and in the afternoon I will be on the plane and in the car, very tired."

Catherine nodded and walked alongside Eric to the makeshift dormitory.

When I came to the door of the board room where Catherine lived, the woman looked at the little man who had no intention of leaving. The expression on her face was helpless and somewhat shy. "You don't go back?"

"Oh, I heard that there are quite a lot of Australian snakes. Would you like me to check it for you?"

Catherine shook her head: "I am not afraid of snakes."

Eric’s face was dissatisfied: “How can this be done? How can women not be afraid of snakes?”

Catherine raised her eyebrows: "Why do women fear snakes."

"I mean," Eric spread his hand: "Even if you are not afraid of snakes, you should always be very scared in front of men. This is a normal interpersonal guideline."

"Your reason is so much," Catherine glanced at Eric, and took out the key to open the door and walked in.

Eric smiled, and since Catherine did not apparently refuse, he followed and went in.

Probably only a small room of more than ten square meters is very simple, a folding bed, a set of tables and chairs, two large suitcases in the corner, and no other big items.

Seeing Eric's cheeky cheeks coming in, Catherine just turned a blind eye at him and took a bottle of water from the small cardboard box on the wall and said, "There is only this, is it?"

“Thank you,” Eric took over and sat down on the chair, flipping through the director’s table on the table.

Catherine also ignored Eric, and opened the ponytail behind her head against the mirror on the wall, sorting out the brown hair that was scattered, and subconsciously looked at the women in the glasses, although she kept paying attention to sun protection. Recently, the skin color is still a bit deeper.

The thought that she suddenly came out was somewhat inexplicable. She looked away and stepped back to the bed to start untied the laces of the hiking boots.

Because the environmental protection is too good, the Australian snakes are really a bit flooded. In order to avoid accidentally stepping on the snakes and being bitten, although the weather is hot, in order to ensure safety, she still has a pair of high-top leather hiking boots on her feet. The kind that I took off, I was slowly tossing myself. At this time, I untied my shoelaces and thought of the little man who was unwilling to leave in my room. She lifted her foot and kicked it in the chair next to her, saying: "Hey, help. Can I take off my shoes?"

Eric turned her head and glanced at her, then laughed and got up and said, "I am happy to help, madam."

Looking at Eric's knees in front of him, Catherine suddenly regretted it, but Eric had taken care of her calf and began to pull the boots down, waiting for the two boots to be taken off and set aside. Catherine's eyes fluttered toward the slippers at the door. I didn't know what to say. I heard Eric wrinkled his nose and said, "What smell is so bad."

The indifferent woman wouldn’t like the man’s comment on his own taste. Catherine almost subconsciously kicked Eric’s body and immediately thought of it and explained: “When the boots are sprayed with snake medicine, how? I started to dislike."

The last sentence has a bit of resentment. Eric smiled and caught Catherine’s calf. “Would you like to help me massage it? I’m tired of a tired leg, right?”

"No, no," Catherine shook her head and felt that Eric's powerful big hand had been pinched on her calf. She felt an inexplicable incitement in the body, and instantly lost all resistance, or it was not Too much resistance.

If you ignore the gap in age, this man is indeed a perfect lover, gentle and considerate, talented, wealth that ordinary people can't reach, but no other tyrants and arrogance of the rich, occasionally some small rogues but also It's hard to make people feel offended.

So cranky, Catherine wakes up again, but has found herself lying on the bed.

"Eric, you..."

Catherine softly pushed Eric on her body and felt that the man’s kiss suddenly fell between the sensitive necks. When a shudder came, she suddenly felt that, forget it, let him be.

The thought rose and the hands that had been rejected were turned into the other's waist.

Encouraged by this silent encouragement, Eric's movements were even more arrogant, reaching out from the thin T-shirt of a woman, and Catherine gradually began to cater.

The simple wire folding bed makes a creaking sound with the movements of the two people. However, it may be that the music is extremely sad, or that the movements of the two are really too large.

Just a moment of effort.

I don't know where the sound of the sound came from, and the metal broke, and Eric and Catherine almost felt that the crib suddenly fell backwards.

boom--

Catherine, who had been squinting, suddenly widened her eyes and just looked at Eric’s innocent eyes.

I know that there will be no drama tonight. Eric ‘Bitter and Happy’, there is nothing to say: “This, to provide the director with inferior beds, should, is it to be fired?”

Hey!

There was a chuckle that couldn't be resisted next door, but it stopped shortly.

Catherine heard the laughter of her female assistant next door, raised her hand and held her face tightly, and refused to make a sound.

After a stalemate for a moment, Eric carefully got up and sorted Catherine's clothes, and whispered, "I'm going to let people change their beds."

"No," Catherine, still licking her face, heard Eric's words and said quickly, but her hands were not willing to let go anyway.

"Then you get up, I will help you clean up, maybe, still use?"

"Do not."

"That..." Eric thought for a moment, tapping twice on the wall, facing the next door: "Hey, you just didn't hear anything, right?"

no answer.

Eric knocked twice and repeated it.

Still no answer.

Spreading hands, Eric said to Catherine, who is wearing an ostrich: "Look, there is no one next door. It’s just your illusion. Get up, I will help you clean up."

Catherine finally let go of one hand and fumbled and grabbed the pillow and slammed it toward Eric. It sounded like a mosquito: "Shut up, myself, I will clean up."

Eric took the pillow and placed it on the side. He leaned over and kissed the woman’s half face. He whispered, "Well, I will go first, good night."

"roll."

Eric smiled and whispered: "Then, wait for Los Angeles, I will invite you to dinner again?"

Catherine didn't want to answer this question at this time, but after waiting for a while, I felt that the little man couldn't get a reply and didn't seem to want to leave. He had to whisper.

Eric had planned to stay for a few more days on the set. However, there was an anecdote last night. Although only Catherine’s female assistant heard it, the whole day, Catherine’s performance in front of Eric was very Naturally, it also caused several small shooting errors.

Considering that staying on will definitely affect Catherine's work, and even others will see some clues, Eric will not stay in Daintree, return to Cairns on the third day, and then directly boarded the flight back to Los Angeles. aircraft.

When Eric left Australia, a family of four in Brisbane, South Queensland, ushered in a strange visitor.

One of the two assistants who came to Australia with Eric, Peter Ritchie did not return to Los Angeles with him. After receiving the task assigned by Eric, Peter Ritchie stayed in Sydney on the same day, and contacted the editorial department of DOLLY magazine through the channel of Firefly Australia, and got the contact information of Miranda Kerr. He rushed to Brisbane where he lived.

Today is exactly Saturday, a middle-class white gathering area in northern Brisbane, and the family has inexplicably brought the gentleman into the living room.

Miranda Kerr’s father, John, sat on the sofa and looked at the beautifully printed business cards in his hand, as well as the unreal title on the business card, the assistant to the chairman of the Firefly Group.

Although the fact that her daughter boarded the magazine cover made her family famous in the neighborhood, John never imagined that his daughter would attract the attention of a large multinational media group.

After taking over the coffee handed by John's wife Thales, Peter Ritchie politely took a sip, looking again at the girl sitting quietly on the single sofa on the left hand side, although only 13 years old, it was already a The side is pretty and pretty, um, but the skin is a bit black, so it looks so cute.

"So, Mr. Rich," John finally said: "Excuse me, what is your intention this time?"

“It’s like this,” said Peter Ritchie. “Mr. Williams just saw the photo of Miss Kor’s in DOLLY magazine. He thinks Miss Kerry is very suitable for the upcoming Royal Casino of 007. A character, so I sent me to try it out, but Miss Kelly has no interest in participating."