MTL - Hollywood Lover-Chapter 66 To the United States!

  Our protagonist is about to embark on a new journey, going to the most developed place in the entertainment industry in the world. How will he leverage the inherent pattern of Hollywood? In addition to wonderful movies, what other tricks can we use to deal with the eight major film companies that are like tigers and wolves?

   Please wait a moment, the big meal will be delivered immediately.

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  Brad Pitt (Brad Pitt), born December 18, 1963 in Oklahoma, USA, is an American film actor and producer.

  In 1987, Pitt participated in the shooting of his first film "No Man's Land" as an extra. In 1993, Pitt starred in "California Killer" and won the Best Actor Award at the Venice Film Festival for this film[1]. In 1995, Pitt starred in "Twelve Monkeys" and won an Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actor for his performance in the film. In 2002, Brad Pitt founded Plan B Films[2]. In 2005, Pitt and Angelina Jolie collaborated on "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" and the two fell in love. In 2007, Pitt won the Best Actor Award at the Venice Film Festival for the second time for "Death of a Sharpshooter". In 2008, Pitt was nominated for Best Actor at the 81st Academy Awards for his "Rejuvenation". In 2010, "Moneyball" produced and starred by him brought him another Oscar nomination for Best Actor and Best Picture nomination. In 2011, he starred in "Gentle Killing". In 2013, "Doomsday War" starring Pitt was released.

  In Zhang Dongcheng's mind, information about Pete popped up involuntarily. This is a famous Hollywood male **** in the future!

   "Brad Pitt? The Brad Pitt who played "Twelve Monkeys"? Oh, my God!" Zhang Dongcheng couldn't help but screamed.

   Oh man, the guy who almost won the Oscar called me? And it was calling from the United States across the ocean!

   "Yes, although I really don't want to be proud, but your words seem to be compliments, right? I'm very honored!" Pete's words were very playful, and Zhang Dongcheng also burst out laughing.

"The future Oscar winner, what can I ask you... Uh, it should be late at night over there, right?" Zhang Dongcheng looked at his watch, and said with a smile: "It is you who should be thanked, I am honored to receive your phone number."

"Okay I'll just get straight to the point hey Smith I just finished watching your movie Two Smoking Barrels 2 hours ago and I FUCK it's eye-popping and ear-wrenching Movies. I **** love it!" Pete swears excitedly on the other side of the ocean, making no effort to hide his love.

   "Oh...thank you so much." Zhang Dongcheng finally put on his pants with the phone between his arms, and jumped around the room.

"HOHO, I have a lot of ideas to tell you, too many compliments to tell you, but after I summed it up, I thought, Hey Smith, when will I make another movie of the same type? Like "Two Barrels of Smoke" Guns, I want to play a character, a character full of fun!" Pete's voice sounded so funny.

   "This... I don't have an idea yet, but even if I do, as a young director, I can't afford you." Zhang Dongcheng switched the phone and put on his shoes again.

   "Haha, let's talk about social status. We can talk about feelings, movies, and dreams! I can play as a friend, without paying a penny!" Pete laughed, as if he couldn't agree if he didn't play a role in Zhang Dongcheng's movie.

"Oh God, I'll save a lot of money then, haha! Pete, although we haven't met, and it's the first phone call, but the intimacy doesn't lie, we'll be good friends!" Zhang Dongcheng said with a smile.

   "Of course, they must be good friends!" Pete also felt good, and the laughter in the microphone was extremely sincere.

   "Then, let's meet in the United States!" Zhang Dongcheng's words startled Pete's strange cry.

   "You're coming to America? You mean...?"

   "Yes, I want to enter Hollywood!" Zhang Dongcheng snapped his fingers and said firmly and confidently.

  Yes, to enter Hollywood, to enter the sacred place in the mind of every director, there, to bring the movie that makes the whole universe crazy for it, this is the most beautiful dream of any director who is qualified to set foot there.

There, there is the world's largest box office, the world's best equipment, the world's most talked about supreme award, and the world's most specialized combination of sound and light art, playing light and shadow magic in the palm of your hand among the professional crowd.

  That is what I have to do, and now is the time to realize it.

Auston, the boss of Hammer Film Company, at this moment, his mood changed from flying in the clouds to a fighter jet that was shot down, turned straight down, fell into the English Channel with thick black smoke, and then turned into a The sky full of whistle smoke.

"Oh no, God. Smith, are you going to abandon me? We just did our first movie together, and I think there will be a second, a third, and countless more!" Auston's eyes widened Zhang Dongcheng's boss, Zhang Dongcheng's words made him sweat again, no matter how much he wiped him off, he couldn't win.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Alston. There is an old saying in China that there is no banquet that never ends. We are still friends, and always will be, and I will never forget the help you gave me. The UK is too small to hold my brain. I want to fly with wings. I am going to go through the wind and waves, face challenges, and live for my dreams. Mr. Alston, I hope you can understand me." Zhang Dongcheng could only persuade tactfully, with a smile on his face. Somewhat dim.

Auston looked at him, looked at Zhang Dongcheng's heroic face, sighed deeply, and persuaded him with a just in case mentality: "Smith, you must know that American movies are completely different from British movies. It’s completely different. The tuner you photographed has the style of British academic works, and the two big smoking guns are the authentic taste of London, England. These are the roots of your success. You studied and grew up at the London Film School and gained great achievements in the UK. Success, but what is America? What will the American audience taste like? I don’t think you’re worth throwing away your hard-earned present for a good-looking idea.”

Zhang Dongcheng didn't speak, just listened calmly, Oston was like a nagging old grandfather, his eyes were full of love for him, and what he said was all for himself, although there were some small thoughts in it .

"Although the United States claims to be the most open country in the world, their film industry figures have always been above the top. They are not top figures, and they cannot get into their eyes. Of course, I believe you will succeed, but it must take a lot of time. Just in case, if your movie fails at the box office, you will be thrown into the trash by them without mercy, not even interested in watching it! Not to mention that you only have one movie that did well in the UK and did well in Europe I'm qualified for the movie." Alston said out of breath, kept picking up the teacup on the table, took a sip and put it down immediately.

  He was also racking his brains to make up words, trying to impress this young man and make him realize that the road ahead is not only bright, but also has endless difficulties and traps.

"I understand..." Zhang Dongcheng said weakly, his heart was not flinched by Auston's words, but he didn't want to say anything in front of this old man who had been helping him in the most difficult times. too much.

"Well, those Hollywood film companies are definitely not as easy to talk to as I am. They will set rules for you arrogantly, and then you must do what they say. If you want to have your own ideas, they will tell you You, this is America, this is not England, so it’s best to listen to them. Do you think, would you like that kind of life? You can make a few movies in England first, and then shock the world a few times. At that time Going to Hollywood again, I think it will be a matter of course." Alston scratched his head, struggling to find another reason, and then looked at Zhang Dongcheng expectantly, hoping that he would give up this idea.

   "Mr. Auston, I think, I'm going...I'm sorry." Zhang Dongcheng stood up, shook Auston's hand heavily, then put it down resolutely, turned and walked out the door.

  Oston only felt that this stubborn Zhang Dongcheng was very much like his little grandson, who refused to listen to the adults, and wanted to play with computer technology desperately. The hatred and pain in his heart made him yell loudly

  "Smith, if you fail, you will be left with nothing by those American capitalists who cannibalize people. Is it really worth it?"

   Zhang Dongcheng stopped when he heard the words, and then turned his head and smiled slightly: "Failure? Failure is not terrible. I still have friends, and I still have you."

  There are friends, there are us... Auston looked at the empty room, chewed on these words, and laughed bitterly.

  Okay, go for it, if you really fail and come back with scars, I think, I will still be your friend!