Three Hundred and Twenty-One - Just for Brad Pitt’s Handsome Face

"Boss, those two people have been observing you, front left."

While chatting with George Lucas, Wayne heard Nina's small reminder from behind him and inadvertently looked over to where she was talking.

George Lucas didn't notice his movements, suddenly remembered something, and opened his mouth to invite him. "About November, there will be an alumni meeting of the University of Southern California. If you have time, come together."

"no problem."

The other party's invitation reminded him instantly. The father of Star Wars has always been proud of his status as an alumnus of the University of Southern California. He seems to donate a lot of money to the school every year. He is definitely a wealthy alumnus who spends a lot of money.

"I haven't been back for a long time. I was so busy with work that I almost forgot about it."

Talking about this, Wayne felt a sigh of relief in his heart, thinking of his teacher, Professor Andreessen Horowitz, who had always supported him unconditionally.

During those few years in college, all the teachers thought he was a freak. He obviously had excellent professional learning ability, but every time he shot a test video or assignment, he was always bloody.

Only Professor Andreessen Horowitz has always encouraged him to stick to his personal style and see through the things behind the short films. They are just purely experimental tools and have nothing to do with what he wants to express.

Looking at the young man across from him, his eyes flashed with memories. George Lucas guessed that he was most likely thinking about his wonderful college life. It was said that this boy was very popular with the cheerleading girls when he was in school. .

"The meeting place is at the University of Southern California. I'll let you know the specific time later." Seeing him recover from his distracted state, George Lucas continued: "I suggest you go back and see more when you have time. Don't forget the beautiful things. College life. OK, let’s go down, the movie should start soon.”

Several people stood up together and, led by George Lucas, walked towards the screening room.

Before going downstairs, Wayne glanced at the two people with his peripheral vision and found that one of them was still observing him.

"The old man with silver hair is Stan Lee, the father of Marvel Comics." Nina leaned close to him and softly explained the origins of the two people in a voice just within earshot of the two of them.

"Most of Marvel's superheroes were designed by this old man. The young man next to her should be named Kevin Feige. He seems to be a senior executive of Marvel Comics."

After softly explaining the origin of the other party, Nina held Naomi Watts' arm again and walked away from the boss who was thinking while walking.

Wayne was still brainstorming until he sat in the reserved seat under the guidance of the staff.

Now he can be sure that the purpose of the other party's coming here is definitely to get close to him, but just now in the lounge, they were not in a hurry to come up to say hello and get to know each other. Then there is only one possibility left, they are going to talk to themselves at the party afterwards.

You don’t need to think too much about the purpose of coming to find yourself, it must be related to superhero movies. Things are not going well for Marvel (Marvel) right now. The characters created by Stan Lee, the father of superheroes, are almost sold out by the company.

In addition, it is the cold winter of the comic industry now, and their eyes will inevitably look to other profit directions.

Wayne will definitely not direct a Marvel movie. He is very sure of this. The current Marvel is a mud pit. It smells pungent even when you are close to it, let alone jumping into it.

He has all the copyrights of an entire DC comic book character at his disposal, and he doesn't want to play the thankless game of saving Marvel at all.

What he is thinking about now is whether the opponent has any other first-line heroes or the copyrights of famous second-tier heroes, and whether he can think of ways to buy some. Even if you don’t do the filming and production yourself, it’s still good to use the studio to make money in partnership with Warner Bros.

Now he is not afraid that the other party won't sell. Marvel's life is so miserable. At the worst, he will add more fire to them to make them even worse. Selling his son will become addictive from the beginning.

It stands to reason that DC and Marvel are not as antagonistic as the public imagines. There may be some minor conflicts between the two companies, but they are not absolute hostility.

If you read the comics carefully, you will understand that the settings of many heroes are very similar, and there are many things they can "learn" from each other.

The reason why the two companies feel hostile is because two thousand years later, Marvel was in a lower position. Because of the rise of superhero movies, DC Comics was completely suppressed in the limelight. This is what Marvel fans think.

This can be considered a gamble that pays off. After all, in the years before the turn of the century, when people mentioned superheroes, the first thing that came to mind was almost all DC Comics. Marvel has always been a transparent image.

"Honey."

Naomi Watts reached out and poked his waist. After seeing him come to his senses, she lay on his shoulder and reminded him softly. "The movie is about to start. You have to pay attention. Nowadays, the state of mind wandering is becoming more and more frequent anytime and anywhere."

The lights in the theater also began to go out one by one at this time. Wayne glanced at George Lucas beside him and showed an apologetic smile.

"I'm fine." He shook his head to Naomi Watts, squeezed her hand twice gently, and whispered: "I'm just thinking about some issues. Let's watch the movie. This will be a masterpiece. of."

A pre-screening advertisement began to play on the big screen. He smiled bitterly after saying this. He estimated that Australian girls would not be able to watch a movie like "Seven Deadly Sins" and would not like it.

What she really likes are the joyful commercial films or the bloody and touching romance films.

The movie started soon, and the screening room gradually became quiet. Wayne has watched this film more than once, and although some details are blurred, he still remembers the general context very clearly.

This is a film with strong religious overtones. In fact, just seeing the title of the film will remind him of the classic "The Seventh Seal".

If Bergman questioned and explored the origin of faith and the existence of God in "The Seventh Seal", then "The Seven Deadly Sins" shows what will happen to the world if faith is lost.

The New York in the film is gray, damp, dirty, chaotic, and filled with murders one after another. It is simply a hell on earth.

"How's it going? Are you not used to it?"

Naomi Watts had been lying on Wayne's shoulder to watch the movie since it started playing. Halfway through the movie, when he noticed the woman's frown from time to time, he tilted his head and whispered in her ear.

"You should like this kind of film very much, right?" The Australian girl looked at him and rolled her eyes at a close distance, and said: "No wonder you and the media praised the director of the film so much. The core of the story and the way of expression are so different between you. We must be able to chat."

Although Naomi Watts doesn't like this type of movie, as an insider, she can still understand what the director wants to express.

The film seems to just show the world the depravity of human nature, and the guilty will be punished. In this way, the film has a moral admonishment and a warning, which makes people reflect on whether they are guilty after watching it. In other words, it is also an analysis and warning of the dark side of society.

Thinking back to some things in Wayne's works, apart from the different expression techniques, they do have the same ideas.

When the movie ended, several people stood up together and, along with the large audience, applauded the creative team in front of the big screen.

George Lucas waited for the applause to stop and did not rush to congratulate him. After sitting down again, he tilted his head and looked at Wayne. "How was it? What do you think after watching it?"

"A cold and desperate film." Wayne raised a hand and scratched his chin gently, looking at the creative team surrounded by guests under the curtain. "David did an excellent job, showing people the sin and indifference of the world without lacking storytelling, but without telling people how to avoid this situation and deterioration..."

He talked about his own opinions, but there were some things he didn't say. This film, without Morgan Freeman, did not have any special impact. Also, Brad Pitt in it is so handsome that he looks like a scumbag!

Just because of Brad Pitt's face, the film's box office is basically guaranteed. It has to be said that David Fincher must have considered the market audience when selecting actors.

After the audience left the theater and everyone was almost gone, Wayne and the others got up and came to the creators and gave them the formulaic blessings. Then, while they were attending the film press conference, they left the theater and went to the hotel banquet hall they had booked. , social activities began again.

"It's Brad Pitt, right?" George Lucas confirmed with him, saw the other person nodded, and continued: "After the main creators finish attending the press conference, I will introduce you to each other. I need to find a quiet room. The lounge?”

Wayne held a glass of champagne and raised his glass to familiar faces around him from time to time. "No, just a brief chat to see if he is suitable for a certain role in my next project. I should go back soon. George, Nami is pregnant. This kind of occasion is not suitable for her."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently patted the hand of the woman next to him, showing an aunt's smile that looked forward to the arrival of new life.

"Shit, you lucky boy." George Lucas raised his glass, the two of them touched it and took a big sip at the same time. "Having a child will make you become a man faster. What a lucky boy."

The two were chatting. When he looked up, the father of Star Wars was stunned for a moment and saw a man walking directly towards them. The target was obviously them.

"Wayne, the person coming over is Shay, your father's former "good partner". Do you need my help?"

Seeing a man about the same age as his father walking over, staring at him, Wayne shook his head slightly. "Forget it, I have no conflict with him. Let's see what he wants to do."

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