Chapter 906 Vanity Fair

"Beep beep..."

After the award ceremony, Song Ya and the three screenwriters put their elbows on the old-fashioned counter in the service area that only winners can enter, humming a song while waiting for the goldsmith inside to put a sticker with their name on the statuette. Flakes of pure gold, with one foot touching the ground, dangling gracefully.

Hmph, no apocalypse, no apocalypse...

"These are all made in Chicago."

The goldsmith put him and Johnny Carson's statuettes on the counter and laughed.

"I know, I know." The Oscar statuettes have always been produced by the .Owens factory in Chicago. Song Ya exchanged the two trophies for the two trophies with the two documents that she and Johnny Carson had already signed.

Since 1950, the awards have not allowed the trophy to be resold. Such a legal commitment must be made in advance to get the statuette, which also led to the auction price of the statuette issued before 1950 being more and more hyped. higher.

One in each hand, when he left the counter, he happened to see a large number of Braveheart crews queuing behind. He congratulated the big winner Mel Gibson and others in a friendly manner. The attitude of the others was very friendly, and Mel Gibson himself was more perfunctory.

Cut, this is going crazy, I'm afraid it's not another Kevin Costner?

If he doesn't see the opportunity to make a lot of money, Song Ya will never put his hot face on others' cold ass now, and the new king of Hollywood who won the best director and best picture in one fell swoop, and his commercial achievements are still bursting, is not worthy of him.

Um? However, the heroine Sophie Marceau did not come to the scene. Song Ya has seen the trilogy of the French beauty who dared to act and take off with the famous director and husband Andre Zuraski. The film was at a loss for what to express. , I only remember some scenes of her.

Alas, now European art films are all talking about it, and I don’t know if those film critics who are full of praise really understand the connotation of films that ordinary people cannot understand.

The French are really open, the director asked his wife to make that kind of movie...

Thinking wildly, I went to the interview area to line up again. The winners had to hold the trophy in their hands to accept photos and interviews from the media. Of course, the Oscar Organizing Committee would not let the stars go to the boring queue. There was a small bar in the waiting area, where you could sit and drink Get something and socialize.

"Tonight was a good night..."

Stomach growling, he hummed a song and put the two statuettes on the bar, and snapped his fingers at the bartender, "A glass of soda, do you have anything to eat?"

"Of course, congratulations APLUS.

"The bartender fixed it quickly.

After fumbling in the pocket of the dress for a long time, it seems that Taraji only prepared one hundred dollar bills for himself? Take one out and put it next to the water glass.

"Thank you." The bartender smiled and took the money away.

"Boy, if I were you, return the trophy." A hoarse voice sounded in his ear.

"Mr. Eastwood, haha..."

He turned his head and saw that the old cowboy, who also acted and directed well, and who also won the best director and best picture awards at an Oscar, was sitting next to him, but this year he Doesn't seem like you won an award? "Must, or Mr. Carson will kill me."

He thought the other party was referring to the statuette he led for Johnny Carson, so he responded with a joke.

"No, I mean this one."

Clint Eastwood pointed to the trophy engraved with Song Ya's own name.

"What, what do you mean?" Song Ya didn't understand the other party's humor.

"You think you understand what you have done in the script adaptation of the game of cat and mouse. Everyone despises the screenwriter for money..."

Clint Eastwood replied: "There is also a quota system for certain groups of people, which destroys the purity of film art, doesn't it?"

It's really straightforward, so he means that he doesn't deserve this award? "Quota system?" Song Yaguang quickly rushed to the high ground of political correctness, "What you say is very white..."

Clint Eastwood laughed dryly, "Whisky, thank you." He had no intention of debating, and raised his hand to summon the bartender.

"APLUS, it's your turn." A staff member came to remind.

"Honestly, Mr. Eastwood, maybe one day in the future, the protection object of the so-called quota system in your mouth may become your western cowboys."

Not speculating with this kind of hard-core elephant party white man, Song Ya countered a harsh sentence in his ear, in exchange for even bigger laughter.

Really, who exactly won the award...

Song Ya looked at Johnny Carson's trophy in his hand, and felt quite wronged. If he wanted to say rubbish, he only rubbed the apocalypse plug-in.

"APLUS, what do you think of the opening part of the fashion show? Do you like this form of awards?"

In the interview area, after accepting congratulations from the reporters and joking with each other, Song Ya was asked this question.

"It's great, I like it very much." He replied with a smile.

Um? Judging by the reactions of the reporters, it seems that they didn't get the answer they expected? Regardless, the reporters didn't ask any more questions, so he and the other three screenwriters started to flatter each other.

"What happened to that fashion show?"

Finally able to rendezvous with his subordinates, and handing Johnny Carson's statuette to his agent, Song Ya asked Yeremov.

"Being scolded, the audience and the media don't like this form." Yeremov said angrily: "Some people say that you, as an investor in a cat-and-mouse game, got an Oscar with money and benefited from The judges are afraid to let the African-American community fail this year."

No wonder Clint Eastwood said that just now, Song Ya rolled his eyes, "Don't worry about those gossips, what's next?"

"Oscar dinner party at Vanity Fair, of course!" Eremov laughed.

There are many parties in Hollywood on the night of the Oscars, but in recent years, the Vanity Fair dinner party has won the favor of most stars and film company executives with luxurious drinks and food prepared by celebrity chef Wolfgang Puck himself. , almost everyone will go there, even if they don’t eat, they can socialize, and there are also countless reporters waiting to provide exposure opportunities for the stars.

Besides, everyone will go on a proper diet in order to avoid problems during the awards ceremony. Now that everyone is hungry and thirsty, and the awards ceremony is over, it is a good time to indulge yourself.

"Amy's gone," Taraji said.

So what are you waiting for, Song Ya also got into the car.

The Vanity Fair dinner is not far away, and it will arrive soon. I heard that during peak hours, thousands of people will be accommodated at the same time. Thousands of people who are eligible to attend the Oscars ceremony, it is a big Vanity Fair.

"Hollywood is indeed more prosperous than the recording industry."

In the car, Song Ya looked through the big gift packages given to each nominee by the Oscar Organizing Committee. It is said that they are worth a lot, but most of them are those that induce stars to go to high-spending golf clubs, medical beauty, high-end hotels, restaurants, etc. Coupons for luxury stores.

"This thing has to be taxed, unless you donate it to a charity or refuse to receive it." Taraji said eagerly.

"Then donate it to 'Where is Love'." The decision is not difficult to make, "Then...you can choose whatever you want."

Taraji cheered excitedly, and then walked away with the whole package.

"APLUS, APLUS..."

As soon as Song Ya got out of the car, she met a large group of tall models. Perhaps it was to deal with Jesse Jackson's accusation that this year's fashion show was dominated by ethnic minority models. Among the five people who opened the show, there were three African-Americans and one Slavic. Asian faces by name, only one white.

Although Tyra Banks is being suppressed by the top supermodel Naomi Campbell, she can already act as a big sister in the group of models of the same level. Seeing her eyes shining, she immediately walked over on a catwalk, "Long time no see. "Also licking his lips.

Fake it? Although there was a dewy affair once, but then you always like to talk about it and show it off publicly, isn't it good? It caused me to quarrel with Mimi, and Song Ya immediately became cautious, "Tyra? Long time no see, it's really a pity to think about it. I couldn't cooperate with the MV back then...hehe, how about today..."

On the surface it was provocative, but in actual words, he knew what these models cared about.

"No!? Oh...Tara! Didn't you keep saying that you used to be with APLUS..." A model next to her immediately exclaimed bitch.

"Puff!" The other models also covered their mouths and laughed.

With these 'good sisters' around, jokes will spread quickly, and Song Ya has confidence in their ability to spread.

"I, I..." Tyra Banks froze in place, the corners of her mouth began to tremble in embarrassment.

Hmph, I tell you that you like to brag about your philatelic achievements, "I have a chance to contact you." Song Ya was in a good mood, and the haze of the previous episode with the old cowboy disappeared.

"You don't have the contact information of the boss yet, do you?" Taraji made up the knife beautifully, and stuffed a business card into her dumbfounded hand.

No matter what, Song Ya walked into the banquet venue, and the executives of the major film companies who hadn't shown up at the awards ceremony before all came. He looked up and wanted to find Linton first, and then go to chat with Harvey Weinstein together. But soon, he was surrounded by African-American actors and staff who were messing around in Hollywood, so he had to keep thanking congratulations from various angles, tired of coping.

"APLUS, thank you for what you did for me."

Spielberg's problem goddaughter, Drew Barrymore, came over, and openly blamed her for the reason why he and Xiao Li fought in the nightclub in full view. She was very smart, and took the opportunity to shake hands and scratched her palms. This was not possible before, "The godfather is over there, let's go together?"

"Vanity Fair ah?" I don't know when Amy approached, she simply put her arms around her, and demonstrated to Drew Barrymore with her eyes.

The people of the stars and the moon dispersed quietly very considerately.

"Amy, you've been in the industry for a while, and you need to get more used to Hollywood." Drew Barrymore replied, but didn't make any further entanglements.

"I feel like every woman here wants to sleep with you tonight." Amy grumbled as she watched her turn away.

"Huh? Really?"

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