Three Hundred and Twenty - Reception From the Father of Star Wars

In front of the Beverly Dolby Theater, a red carpet was surrounded by a large number of media reporters and movie fans.

After the Rolls-Royce Silver Spur stopped smoothly, Wayne opened the car door and helped out Naomi Watts, who was wearing a black evening dress. Facing the white flashing lights, the two of them walked forward with smiles on their faces.

"Hey, Wayne, look over here!"

"Director Greenberg, please cooperate and let us take a photo."

"Ms. Watts, this way..."

"..."

When the media reporters saw the two of them walking on the red carpet, they shouted loudly, hoping that the two would slow down, strike some simple poses, and take more photos with them.

However, the two of them obviously did not have this idea. Although they kept smiling after getting off the car, they walked very fast.

Wayne directly ignored the media reporters and the screams of fans on one side, and led Naomi Watts straight to the theater door.

"Honey." The Australian girl kept smiling and waved to the fans from time to time, causing a burst of cheers. "There are a lot of your fans there, and they actually still have Vanity Fair with your cover on it! Are you sure you don't want to go and sign it?"

"This is not the opening ceremony of my film. There is no need to steal the spotlight and steal the limelight."

While speaking softly, Wayne's steps did not slow down at all, as if he didn't see his fans. "Remember to remind Nina later and ask her to contact Daisy from the fan organization, and I will release some autographs to die-hard fans."

He has not done this since he caused chaos by signing autographs for fans at the premiere a few years ago. Compared with the problems that may arise, putting on a show and getting close to fans seems less important. Not a star standing in front of the stage.

On today's occasion, it is even more impossible to interact with fans. This is not the premiere of his film. He is just here to stand. He cannot steal the limelight and cause unpleasantness with David Fincher.

Compared with the celebrities who walked on the red carpet before, the two Waynes were much faster. When they walked to the interview area, they could see that the reporters in front of them hurriedly ended the interview and turned their attention to them. .

The two of them took the signature pen handed over by the staff. After signing, several reporters immediately gathered around them. Microphones and recorders were also stretched out in front of them.

"Director Greenberg, can you tell me what you think of David Fincher?"

A female reporter with "Hollywood Chronicle" hanging on her chest asked eagerly.

"A great director." Wayne understood the meaning of his coming. Since he was here to compliment the other party, he would never be stingy with his praise. "After watching "Seven," you will find that David Fincher is definitely the contemporary director closest to Hitchcock, although their styles are completely different.

But the same thing is their use of lens language, which is very tasteful. They really use audio-visual thinking to express suspense, rather than using the same method of reciting words to say some suspenseful words through lines. This reflects his purely audio-visual and pure film thinking..."

Naomi Watts smiled, held the man's arm, and watched him face reporters' questions. She played the role of an excellent foil very well.

She knew in her heart what her position was on such a stage. Even if she put on makeup for more than two hours before going out, she would not be the center of the media.

But when she turned her gaze, the smile on her face suddenly froze. Behind the group of reporters, a beautiful woman in professional attire wearing a white shirt and a hip-hugging skirt kept scanning her up and down with curious eyes.

It was Bella Grant, and Naomi Watts recognized her immediately when she saw the majestic mountain peak that almost burst her white shirt, and the delicate face exposed with her hair tied up.

During this period, Wayne was rare and very honest. He did not let any woman come to the manor, nor did he go out for the night without her knowledge, which gave the Australian girl the illusion that this man was alone.

The moment she saw the beautiful editor-in-chief, she suddenly woke up. The reason why the man next to her was so honest was because he cared about her own mood. Some things could not be changed after all.

"...Wayne, what do you think of the box office performance of "Seven Deadly Sins"?"

Wayne smiled and said confidently into the recorder: "There is no doubt that this is an outstanding work. It will be the box office champion this weekend. No other film can threaten "Seven Deadly Sins"!"

"Wayne, last question." A male reporter held up the microphone and asked loudly: "Do you think this David Fincher masterpiece has any hope of surpassing your predecessor Batman and threatening your annual box office championship?" s position?"

"Hey, brother, this is a problem for me." Wayne shook his head with a wry smile, raised his arm and pointed at the theater and said: "I can only tell you that David Fincher is a good director, and there are some great directors. The film does not need to be measured by box office. As for whether it will threaten Batman's position as the annual champion, fans need to go into the theater to find the answer."

After speaking, he gently patted Naomi Watts' waist and was about to leave the interview area. He had already seen someone else coming on the red carpet, preparing to make room for the guests who would follow.

"Look where you are!" The Australian girl took his arm, gestured to several reporters behind him, and reminded him in a low voice. "Your little cow lover didn't come to interview you today!"

"Nami, that's because she doesn't want to be unhappy." After her reminder, Wayne looked up and saw Bella Grant in professional attire. He nodded gently to her, pulled the Australian girl and turned around to walk into the theater. go.

It is difficult to guess the mood of a pregnant woman. Obviously Bella Grant also knows this. We are all decent people. If something unpleasant happens on such an occasion, it is estimated that the names of the three of them will appear on the front pages of many media tomorrow morning. superior.

"Wayne, thanks for coming."

As soon as he entered the theater door, David Fincher, the host, greeted him, smiled and extended his hand. "Good evening, Ms. Watts."

Wayne shook hands with the other person and said equally politely: "Nice to meet you, David. "Seven Deadly Sins" is a masterpiece and will definitely be a big success!"

Looking at this director who was nearly ten years older than him, he felt a sigh of relief in his heart. The movie directed by this man in front of him made him appreciate the charm of film noir for the first time.

"Hi, Wayne." Before they could exchange a few words, an old Jewish man walked out of the theater and waved to him with a smile on his face. "Let's go. David will be very busy tonight. If we have a chance to talk together later, let's go in first."

"Good evening, George."

The one who came out was George Lucas, the father of Star Wars. Wayne hugged him, turned to David Fincher and nodded politely. "No need to greet me, you can continue your work, George and I will go in first."

"Okay, see you in the movie theater later."

It wasn't until the three people's backs disappeared on the stairs that David Fincher withdrew his gaze.

If there is someone whose shooting style he likes best, it is undoubtedly this young man. Although I entered this circle nearly ten years earlier than the other party, the speed of development is vastly different.

When he finally picked up the guide tube in 1992 and started making his first movie "Alien 3", that young man had already achieved amazing box office success. They were both in the noir style, but had completely different destinies.

Now he only hopes that this "Seven Deadly Sins" can be as successful as the other film, and never repeat the collapse of reputation that occurred in "Alien 3".

"George, are you familiar with David?"

Wayne asked Naomi Watts curiously as he walked to the lounge on the second floor, following the father of Star Wars.

Not only could he invite George Lucas, but he could also help take care of the guests. The relationship between them aroused Wayne's curiosity.

"Okay." George Lucas patted his forehead and explained: "David was not a director at first. He was a special effects artist at Industrial Light and Magic. As early as the 1980s, he participated in I did special effects work on Star Wars, so..."

He is also someone who likes to support his juniors. He figured out the outline of the matter in an instant. From this point of view, I am afraid that David Fincher was able to direct "Alien" in the first place, and he should also have the face of the father of Star Wars.

The three of them walked into the lounge, with formulaic smiles on their faces, nodding and greeting everyone along the way, and sat down in the rest area.

"I heard that Steven has been looking for you several times?" Looking at this young junior, George Lucas immediately thought of his old buddy. The current situation at DreamWorks is not very good.

"Here!" As they spoke, Nina, who had already come in through the back door to wait, walked over to them.

"Yes, they have approached me several times." Wayne shrugged and said without hesitation: "But my agent rejected them all. George, it is impossible for me to direct projects of other companies, Steven DreamWorks can’t do it either, and my work plan has been scheduled for two thousand years in the future, so I don’t have time.”

"It doesn't matter, we all understand some things."

George Lucas sighed in his heart. His old buddy knew that the chances were slim, but he still kept trying to ask this young man to help, just to allow DreamWorks to develop better.

But if you think about it carefully, you will know that the possibility of hiring him is zero. I am afraid that Wayne would rather make films for other giants than accept the invitation of DreamWorks. Their positions are naturally antagonistic.

As one of the major shareholders of Warner Bros., it would be nice not to suppress DreamWorks by yourself. This is the most basic business sense. As long as DreamWorks’ ambition to become bigger is still there, this sense of opposition will only become more and more obvious. There is no other solution.

While Wayne was chatting with George Lucas, not far from them, two eyes were observing him carefully.

"Kevin, is that young man? Do you want to drag him to visit our company?" A silver-haired old man withdrew his gaze, looked at his companion and asked doubtfully.

You could hear disapproval from his tone, and in fact he thought so too. It is simply fanciful to rely on a movie director to save the company, let alone a *** in his early twenties? !

Kevin Feige didn't care about his companion's words and stared at the young Hollywood boss intently. "My target today is him. No matter what, I have to find a chance to chat with him!"