King of Hollywood-Chapter 175 - : The Director’s Details

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: The Director’s Details

“Ed!” The little girl let out an excited shriek, raising her hands high and bolting forward. She then leaped into Adrian’s arms, leaving Charlize, who was following behind Adrian, dumbfounded.

“Hey, Emma, looks like you’ve grown quite a bit.” Adrian held the girl in his arms, affectionately rocking her forehead and then reaching out to pinch her cheek. The little girl giggled and squirmed in his embrace.

Now almost three years old, Emma had grown a lot since before, appearing even more lovely and clever. Moreover, her vocabulary was expanding. After the initial excitement, she immediately started babbling to Adrian, and even though she often didn’t quite convey her thoughts correctly, the gist was still clear. It was nothing but “I miss you,” “I’m trying hard to learn,” “I already know so many words,” “I’m very good,” and so on—childish but endearing.

“Is this the child you were telling me about?” Charlize quietly asked once they were inside. She had already heard Emma’s story from Adrian during their journey. After confirming, Charlize looked at Emma with a gaze filled with pity.

Adrian, having had a clear view of everything, knew what she was thinking. He knew some of Charlize’s past from his memory, so he didn’t ask further. Instead, he praised Emma greatly when she brought out her “proud artwork.”

For some reason, Adrian always felt that the little girl had encountered something. She had become more outgoing during the New Year’s holiday, even managing to sing a little when they had guests, but now her attachment seemed to have intensified. He didn’t know why since he hadn’t stayed in London for the past two months. Although he had tried to hint to the babysitter, the babysitter didn’t really clarify anything.

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However, this question was cleared up when the Rodlins came back home. Seeing Rodlin’s slightly protruding belly, Adrian understood everything. It wasn’t that the couple had started treating Emma badly—all the more since she was their deceased brother’s daughter—but inevitably, their attitude showed subtle changes and biases after having their own child.

And Emma’s aftereffects from the car accident hadn’t fully healed. She was still very sensitive, and even though these changes and biases were subtle, she could still sense them, inevitably sparking fears of abandonment. After all, she was nearly three years old, and although she was smart among her peers, she still couldn’t ponder overly complex issues.

That night, when they slept together as usual, the little girl’s questioning confirmed this suspicion.

“Why? Their parents?” Emma, wearing her polka-dot pajamas and snuggling in Adrian’s arms, suddenly looked up and asked during the middle of the story, her bright eyes not blinking as they fixed on him.

“Dear, it’s just a story, and what happens in the story doesn’t mean it will happen in real life.” Although the little girl’s words were unclear, Adrian still understood what she was asking and immediately reassured her while stroking her head.

Emma obviously didn’t understand, her brown eyes still fixed on Adrian. Adrian sighed, closed the book he was holding, and tossed it aside, realizing he was confused to have chosen “Hansel and Gretel” to lull her to sleep.

“Alright, little one,” Adrian leaned down, stroking her head, and spoke earnestly, “I want you to remember that no matter what, I will be by your side. I swear it, I swear to God.”

The little girl looked at him for a long time and finally showed a slight smile. She burrowed deeper into Adrian’s arms and closed her eyes as Adrian kissed her forehead. After searching his memory for a moment, he began to hum a soothing tune.

Although he wouldn’t be staying in London for long, as the month was almost ending, Adrian decided to keep the girl close to him. As Emma’s aunt, Rodlin had no objections; everyone knew how much the little girl was attached to Adrian.

In fact, Adrian had thought about taking Emma back to Los Angeles to live for a few months, but unfortunately, that was unlikely. So he chose to spend these days well with her, and who knows, there might even be unexpected gains.

“From this point to that point, move out of the camera frame. You, stand here, don’t move, just keep talking. And the light technician, I need the ambiance to be serious but not somber, so make sure the lighting is a bit brighter,” Director Mike Newell continuously issued orders while standing in the middle of the film set.

This was in a studio in London, now set up like a church, featuring a coffin in the center, as they were filming the funeral scene from “Four Weddings and a Funeral.”

Newell was a very meticulous director—a fact evident from the two wedding scenes already shot. Although the overall environment was similar, there were distinct differences in costumes, characters, and processes—details that would prevent any confusion or feelings of déjà vu with slight editing in post-production.

The film industry had all sorts of directors: there were those who utilized technology, like James Cameron; those who moved actors’ emotions, like Jonathan Demme; and those who controlled scenes, like Mike Newell in front of them.

Each had their specialties. For example, if Cameron was dissatisfied with the set lighting, he would detail to the lighting technician exactly what type of lights he needed and insist they exactly follow his instructions. Demme would tell the lighting technician his desired effect and then leave it to them, as long as the technician met his requirements. Newell, on the other hand, would discuss repeatedly with the lighting technician, ensuring they fully understood his vision and.”)]

But they all shared one thing in common, they were particularly mindful of details. In fact, successful directors often had a good grasp of the minutiae in films. With a maximum runtime of 180 minutes, telling a flawless story was practically impossible. Thus, using details to support the story, allowing the audience to ponder, became the most crucial technique. Even if viewers imagined things that not even the director had considered—especially in movies with open endings—they would argue and quarrel with each other, trying to proanies?

Adrian was well aware of this fact, so up until now, apart from “Scent of a Woman,” the films he had produced were all once known for their attention to detail. He was also continuously observing other directors’ directing styles and verifying what he knew, which was why he had been to three different sets for visits at this point.

“Great work, everyone. Take a ten-minute break, and I hope we can keep this up,” Mike Newell said loudly and clapped his hands after a shot ended, clearly pleased with the take.

Seconds later, the solemn set became noisy. Adrian, on the periphery, immediately walked toward Newell while carrying Emma.

“Hi, Mike,” he greeted.

“Hi, Ed,” Newell responded after giving a few instructions to the assistant director and several assistants. He did not complain like Demi might have, saying things like “only now showing up after we’ve been shooting for so long.” Deep down, he wished Adrian hadn’t come at all.

Although Adrian had promised him earlier that he wouldn’t interfere with his directorial authority, what could he really say if Adrian actually started giving directions? Adrian was not only the producer and the investor but also held the title “Miracle Director.”

“You’re directing quite well, Mike. Il in his arms clawed and giggled while making funny faces, leaving Adrian no choice but to roll his eyes and let her do as she wished. This scene immediately made Newell laugh.

“You two are really close,” he said with a chuckle and then took the opportunity to ask, “Do you think anything needs to be changed?”

“Of course not,” Adrian waved his hand, making clear he understood Newell’s concerns, “I’ve told you, unless it’s a special case, I won’t interfere with your decisions.”

At that point, ormance?”

“He’s a great guy. Though he was good during the auditions, I was still a bit worried before we officially started shooting. But it turns out my worries were unnecessary. I am surprised that he can play the decadent male or neurotic robber in ‘Memento’ and ‘Pulp Fiction,’ as well as a romantic comedy lead, which is splendid,” Newell said, but then his tone changed, “But recently, his state seems not so good.”

“I can see that,” Adrian said in a slightly amused tone as he watched Dennis, who was currently in the corner talking to a distressingly pretty woman.

“Alright, I’ll go over and talk to him,” Adrian said, bidding Newell goodbye and heading that way. He had not yet reached them when he overheard the woman say in a disheartened voice, “Dennis, I don’t know, I really don’t know…”

After hesitating, Adrian decided to speak up, “Hi, Dennis.”

“Ah? Ed?!” Dennis, who was just about to embrace the woman to comfort her, immediately turned around, replying in a surprised tone, “When did you get to the set?”

“I’ve been in London already, playing with Emma for two days, and got here this morning,” Adrian explained and then smiled at the puzzled-looking woman next to him.

“Um… this is Noni, um, Winona, Winona Ryder,” Dennis introduced her, his expression turning a bit strange, then looking at Winona, “Noni, this is Ed, that is, Adrian Cowell.”

Adrian, appearing interested, assessed Winona. This was his first meeting with her and although it did not change his opinion of her, he still extended his hand, “Pleased to meet you, Winona.”

“You are the ‘Miture and hurried after her.

Although surprised, Adrian did not say much, shrugged his shoulders, and walked to the other side, where the woman he was actually there to meet was talking to someone else. (To be continued. If you wish to know what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com. More chapters are available there, support the author, support genuine reading!)