Chapter 1968 Chapter 1968

One step after another, Hugo stepped onto the stage, but his footsteps were firmer than ever. He clearly saw the smiling Coen brothers coming towards him, and then gave him a big hug, with joy flowing from their eyes There was no politeness, and the smile on the corner of Hugo's mouth couldn't help but outline.

Joel stepped forward, handed the statuette to Hugo, and patted Hugo's shoulder with a smile, then Ethan stepped forward and gave Hugo a hug again, "Now I want to be with Hugo If you cooperate, it will be even more difficult." Ethan's simple words in Hugo's ear made Hugo laugh out loud.

In fact, the Coen Brothers did not intend to attend this year's Oscars, but after learning that Hugo had been shortlisted for the best original screenplay category, they nodded and agreed to be the award presenters of the screenwriting department. It was entirely for Hugo's sake . It's just that they didn't expect that the wish really came true, Hugo really won the award, and the Coen brothers really handed over the statuette to Hugo.

After taking the familiar yet unfamiliar little golden man in his hand, Hugo walked to the front of the microphone. He looked at the dark crowd under the stands and opened his mouth to say something, but found that there were too many things in his brain , so that it was difficult to sort out a clue for a while, "I thought I would perform better today. I didn't lose my temper too much, and I wasn't too embarrassed, but when I stood here, I found that I didn't know what to say. It's too bad."

A small self-deprecation but with a little pride and confidence, people can't help but smile.

Hugo took a deep breath, picked up the statuette in his hand, and looked at it carefully. The cold touch gradually calmed down the turbulent thoughts in his mind. Hugo really didn't expect that he could win the award, not because he didn't have confidence in himself, but because he never really regarded himself as a screenwriter - he is a singer, he is an actor. But the screenwriter? Hugo wasn't so sure.

But now, he is truly standing on the stage of the sacred auditorium as a screenwriter, receiving this trophy representing countless honors-this is a height that many people have spent their lives pursuing but cannot reach, and it is also How many people spend their whole lives looking up at the position. After realizing this, the trophy in his hand became heavier, and the heavy weight made him a little breathless.

It is this weight that makes Hugo not complacent, arrogant, or blindly joyful. Instead, after winning the award, he feels more and more the trust and praise carried by this trophy.

It wasn't until this moment that Hugo understood the source of the strangeness: it came from that heavy responsibility, it also came from the belief deep in his heart, and it even came from the dream that didn't belong to him but was realized in his own hands.

Involuntarily, the figure of Ernst Lechmann emerged in his mind—the gold medal screenwriter who had struggled all his life but never had a chance to win a statuette. This made Hugo's emotional and chaotic brain cleared up. A line of thought, that kind of excitement was drowning him little by little, but he was calmer than ever, and he was more sure of what he should say than ever before.

"I remember an old man told me that a bad script can destroy a great director; an excellent script can make a top master." Hugo pondered for a while, and said slowly, " In fact, at the beginning, I didn’t agree with this sentence. I wanted to say, what about the director? What about the actors? What about the other members of the crew? This sentence is too one-sided. At least I don’t want to listen to it .”

Hugo's ridicule made everyone chuckle, "But then I gradually understood the meaning of this sentence. If the director is the soul of a movie, then the script is the body that carries the soul. We always use The soul explores the height of a work, but forgets that without a body as a carrier, even the greatest soul can only dissipate in the storm. Of course, I never think of myself as a vase.”

Hugo's last sentence made everyone stunned. At first, no one reacted, but when Hugo was about to speak again, everyone reacted. This sentence contained several meanings, and people immediately clapped their hands. Laugh out loud. Hugo had to laugh too, paused for a while, waited for the laughter on the scene to calm down a little, and then said, "So, standing here today, I don't want to thank James for letting everyone see the details of my work." Thoughts, I don’t want to thank Jack, Helen, and Greg for letting everyone see the brilliance of my work, and I also don’t want to thank the crew for being willing to endure my harshness and pickiness...” This series of words full of wisdom made everyone chuckle again .

"I just want to thank such an old man, who gave me the enlightenment and let me create the script of 'Before Sunrise'; he also gave me inspiration, urged and spurred me to create the script of 'Perfect'. Facts In fact, the Melvin played by Jack is based on this old man." Hugo's words made the commotion on the scene settle down, but Hugo's turbulent emotions were overwhelming him, and the belated excitement Hugo's voice trembled uncontrollably, "Ernst Lehmann, I want to thank Mr. Ernst Lehmann."

"Oh!" More than half of the audience gasped, and the leaders of the academy in the background were even more stunned. No one thought it would be Ernst! No one expected that it would be Ernst who had been away from the Hollywood spotlight for nearly two decades! As one of the most famous screenwriters in the golden age of Hollywood, Ernst was definitely famous and a sensation in the world. More than half of the people who knew the name "Ernst" at the scene tonight definitely knew the name "Ernst", but "The Male and Female Thief" Afterwards, the entire film industry changed dynasties, and Ernst's reputation was lost in time. No one thought that Ernst would appear in front of everyone again in such a way today.

Almost everyone fell into astonishment. The 5,500 guests in the entire sacred auditorium all showed expressions of astonishment. All the noise disappeared in an instant, and only Hugo's trembling voice due to over-excitement remained. Echoes in the space of the scene.

Ernst, who was sitting in front of the TV at this moment, did not expect such a moment at all. The unexpected surprise made Ernst stay where he was in an instant, his muscles were stiff and unable to move, even his eyes Unable to move, he could only stare blankly at the small screen, at the young man in a dark gray suit standing on the stage, and heard his name appear on the Oscar stage again. The sudden onslaught of emotions made Ernst's entire world stand still at this moment.

"I'm not sure if Ernst wants me to be here tonight and bring him up, 'Sorry, Ernst, I made my own way,'" Hugo shouted into the camera, not sure if Ernst would be able to see He could hear it, but the true emotions in his heart came out naturally, and he couldn't stop it at all, "Without Ernst, there would be no me as a screenwriter, let alone the me standing here today. So... I must Thanks to him, I wish to honor Ernst with this trophy. Last and last... Thank you, thank you, Charlize Theron, Kevin Spacey, who accompanied me on 'As Good as It Gets', thank you Thank you to the crew who worked together to complete the 'perfect' shooting!"

Hugo slightly raised the statuette in his hand again, and ended his acceptance speech with a smile.

Ernst Lehmann sat quietly on the sofa, motionless, as if by magic, his muscles were completely stiff and he couldn't move at all.

His eyes were fixed on the small screen in front of him. At this time, the picture had changed, and the song and dance performance started again, but he still stared at the small screen, as if he could recall those fragmented scenes from the familiar stage again. Memory is average. However, the calm screen slowly blurred, like a mirror in the bath, the dense water vapor covered the smooth and transparent glass with a layer of mist, and all the scenery was isolated from the mist.

Ernst wanted to raise his hand to wipe the water mist in front of him, but he waved it, but found that he was waving it in vain, and there was nothing in front of him. The slight movement made his body shake, and then he realized , his dry cheeks were suddenly wet, and he reached out his hand to touch his face in a panic. The hot tears covered his fingertips, and it was only then that Ernst realized that he had already burst into tears.

Backstage, Hugo looked at the statuette in his hand and let out a long breath. Different from the excitement after winning the best actor, this trophy for best original screenplay made the burden on Hugo's shoulders heavier and heavier. As Hugo said just now, he is a singer, an actor, but not a screenwriter. In the position of screenwriter, he still has a long, long way to go. "As Good as It Gets" is just a stop. If he is satisfied with this and stops his pace, then this is the real reward for the trophy. Live up to.

Maybe, in the future, Hugo can get the screenwriter's affirmation again, maybe not. But no matter what the result is, he also hopes to continue on the path of screenwriting, not only because he loves the work of screenwriting, but also because he has finally realized the irreplaceable status of screenwriting.

It is precisely because the statuette in his hand is hard-won, it is precisely because the trophy in his hand is of great significance, and it is precisely because Hugo is clearly aware of what kind of history this statuette means to him ——The second person in the history of film who has completed the two statuettes of actors and screenwriters, and only one year has passed since the last award. He not only copied Emma Thompson’s miraculous journey, but also stood at the crossroads of history At the mouth, that heavy responsibility became more and more clear.

Looking back at the noisy stage, Hugo suddenly felt a little dazed.