Chapter 263: Chapter 261 Always So Greedy Chapter 263: Chapter 261 Always So Greedy My Little Charlie seed to be showing signs of jealousy, which was great; I had always said that everything would be different once my Little Kate returned. Adrian walked down the corridor with a light step, his face wearing a faint smile. Again, he was reminded of the past few days at Kate’s place. So things, indeed, only lead to regret after one has hit a wall. Of course, Roger had done a great job too, but if she had never left…
Adrian shrugged his shoulders; after all, he still had feelings for Kate—she was his first woman.
As the writers’ room was now just a stone’s throw away, Adrian gathered his thoughts and pushed the door open.
“Hey, guys, how’s it going?” he asked cheerfully, only to be t with a cacophony of noise.
“Oh, damn, I just thought of a plot point; can’t it be quiet for a mont?”
“Here he cos again, here he cos. I really don’t understand if he’s a director or a nagging publisher.”
“He’s neither; he’s a vampire that won’t rest until he has sucked us dry.”
Adrian shook his head with a wry smile as he watched the teasing and bantering screenwriters. Inspired by Pixar, he had adjusted the writers’ room to be like this, though not entirely copying it since the degrees of adjustnt were different and this place was, after all, a company that made live-action movies—an atmosphere that suited Pixar alone in all of Hollywood.
While this had indeed sparked the screenwriters’ creative enthusiasm, it also made them a bit uncontrollable. However, Adrian had ways to deal with it. Just like now, he cleared his throat and then loudly called out, “Alright, you guys, quiet down, or else I’ll bring Jules back here!”
Among the screenwriters, Jules had always been the most outstanding and quite capable, which is why she had been helping out with the managent work for a long ti. Laverne had originally wanted to promote her to the head of the writers’ room, but Jules declined, preferring to venture into producing instead. So, Adrian arranged for her to join the crew of “No Reservations” as one of the executive producers.
These guys had all witnessed Jules’ capabilities and had been put in line by her, and although most tis it was because Mr. Norber, the head of the writers’ room, had her back, they still didn’t want her to co back.
“Okay, boss, we didn’t say anything,” one of the screenwriters, Durant, quickly raised his hand and said.
“Really? Because I don’t have amnesia,” Adrian said as he stretched his hand to pick at his ear with his pinky finger.
“Hey, boss, can I kill you?” another screenwriter, Yaitanes, said with a grin, changing the subject.
“Of course not; if you killed , not only would no one pay your salaries anymore, but you’d also spend a lifeti in jail,” Adrian said with a serious expression, instantly drawing laughter.
“Alright, guys, let’s get to the point. How’s the progress?” he clapped his hands together.
“One is nearing the end; we just need to follow through with it. The other is only halfway done, and we all agree that John’s storyline won’t pass with you,” Yaitanes reported.
“Is that so?” Adrian said as he took the nearly completed script from him and flipped through it, “What do you guys think?”
“An excellent story, with ups and downs, twists and turns. It can set the blood racing and bring tears to one’s eyes. That last scene, if well shot, would be utterly iconic,” Durant spoke up.
“No issues at all?” Adrian continued.
“If we’re just talking from a storytelling perspective, aside from so details, it’s already quite good. But when you link it to reality,” the third screenwriter Koenig shrugged, “whether William Wallace truly existed in British history is questionable, given his early life is completely undocunted, and legends might be a blend of several figures’ deeds. Moreover, painting Isabella, known as the ‘She-Wolf of France,’ to be so poignant and sentintal… If any dieval scholars saw it, they would surely laugh. Besides, the British, or rather the English, probably won’t like this movie.”
“This is no problem, as long as the story is good,” Adrian waved his hand dismissively, “At worst, we’ll just issue a disclair before or after the movie is released, stating that the film is a work of fiction based on reality. As for what the English think, do we need to care?”
The last sentence imdiately made several screenwriters laugh. Indeed, who cares about those Englishn’s thoughts? After chatting a bit more and analyzing another script, Adrian, having gotten what he wanted, subsequently left.
“Braveheart,” that was the script he’d just inquired about. Because of this film, the na William Wallace beca known worldwide, with his final utterance of “freedom” turning him into a symbol of resistance against tyranny. Even though many scholars pointed out the discrepancies between the movie’s content and historical facts after its release, it couldn’t prevent people from idolizing and symbolizing it, and l Gibson won Best Director because of it.
Too bad he wouldn’t have anything to do with this film now. Adrian had no plans to ask him to act in or direct it. The reason was simple: the guy had a ton of scandals, with his anti-Semitism alone being enough for the current him to consider soone else, not to ntion Gibson was one of the few Republicans in Hollywood. Okay, that’s not the point; the point is he doesn’t like him, that’s all.
But finding a suitable lead actor and director was not easy, especially since the image of Gibson in the film had left a deep impression on him; good mories sotis bring their own troubles. No matter, there was plenty of ti. If all else fails, start building montum for the script first. The original novel is supposed to be published next year, as long as… first, decide on the leading actress.
Sophie Marceau. Adrian silently repeated the na in his mind. He had wanted to go to France for a long ti, but unfortunately either had no ti or no excuse. Now that he had both, what was he hesitating for? Since Monica Bellucci was already his, how could he let go of this “French darling”?
Wait a second, he seed a bit too greedy. Adrian suddenly frowned slightly, ntally running through his upcoming tasks and had to admit there was indeed a hint of that—clearly, achieving the title of “Miracle Director” had been quite a move.
So what? Adrian shrugged. Greed is good, as long as you know how to control it.
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“Ladies and gentlen: The plane has landed at Los Angeles International Airport, with an outside temperature of 59.23 degrees. The aircraft is taxiing, and for your and others’ safety, please do not stand up or open the overhead compartnts at this ti. Once the airplane has co to a complete halt, you may then unbuckle your seatbelt, collect your belongings, and prepare to disembark…”
With the plane’s announcent, Kate Blanchett, seated by the window, couldn’t help but yawn, looking out through the glass at the sunny airport and softly sighing in her heart: Finally arrived here.
Ever since receiving Adrian’s invitation, Blanchett had been indecisive. She knew that stage plays were certainly not her ultimate destination, but was it too soon to go into movies? Besides, she didn’t know much about Adrian, yet he seed to know her very well.
After a lot of pondering and unable to decide, she naturally sought advice from her parents and friends, and also inquired about Adrian from so acquaintances. Apart from knowing that he was an outstanding “Miracle Director,” she didn’t know much else about him.
Her parents naturally hoped their daughter would stay in Australia for a couple more years, so their words carried a hint of opposition, but in the end, the final decision was handed back to their daughter. This was the opposite of her friends’ opinions, especially one who had just returned from Hollywood, who looked envious upon hearing that Adrian had invited Blanchett to audition.
“My God, I can’t believe you’re still hesitating. Do you know who the most attention-grabbing director in Hollywood has been these last two years? Do you know who the director is that can produce three films a year, all winning awards, and had the leads in two of the movies win Oscars?!” The friend’s exasperated tone suggested, “If it were , I would have accepted long ago.”
Luckily, Blanchett had already gathered so information beforehand; otherwise, she might have been overwheld by the friend’s aggressiveness. Nonetheless, after saying, “I’m considering it,” she quickly left the coffee shop where they t, while her friend shouted behind her, “You have to say yes, Kate, trust , you have to agree!”
The shout drew glances from passersby on the street, leaving Blanchett feeling rather embarrassed.
Honestly, she hadn’t expected Adrian’s accomplishnts to be so astonishing; he began directing and producing films only in ’90, without ever touching it before. The movies he directed had never lost money, including arthouse films like “Howards End.” Most of the scripts he worked on were profitable, and he was the youngest winner of the Pal d’Or. Moreover, everyone acknowledged that without him, Pacino and Thompson wouldn’t have easily won the Oscars for Best Actor and Actress.
This information was enough to dazzle Blanchett. Beyond this, she learned so things not known to the general public through her photographer friend from Campion—like owning his own film company and serving as a director of a dia corporation. It would have been strange not to be intrigued.
On top of that, Adrian called again with a sincere invitation and faxed over the script. Blanchett was very interested in the role and after a detailed discussion over the phone, she finally agreed. So, after spending Christmas and New Year’s, Blanchett boarded a plane to Los Angeles in mid-January.
“Ladies and gentlen: The aircraft has docked with the jet bridge, please deplane from the rear exit. Thank you!”
The voice from the announcent ca again, and Blanchett, looking away, unbuckled her seatbelt, retrieved her hand luggage, and followed the crowd off the plane. When she reached the baggage carousel to pick up her large luggage, and as she ca to the exit, she was surprised to see the person picking her up: “Ed?!” (To be continued, for further reading, please visit qidian, where chapters are updated more frequently, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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