Chapter 1214: Chapter 1210 Best Director Award
The Best Director award was about to be announced, and Qiao Xiaren noticed Cyril began to get a bit restless, continuously wiping the sweat off his forehead.
Whenever Qiao Xiaren spoke, his responses were generally slow. “Crisis III” had beco a huge hit, intensifying his anticipation for this film. The entire crew pinned their hopes on him and Qiao Xiaren.
Qiao Xiaren carried even heavier expectations, along with the honor of S Country and its fans.
“Director, don’t worry too much.”
Seeing Cyril in a hurry, Qiao Xiaren felt like teasing him a little, slightly masking her own faintly uneasy feeling.
She silently comforted herself, thinking that being nominated for Best Actress in the three major film festivals was already a significant international recognition. If she didn’t win, it wouldn’t be too regrettable.
Cyril nodded, once again using a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat continuously erging from his forehead, feeling a chill down his back.
Even though he had won various awards before, this was his first ti up for such a major international prize, and of course, he hoped to win it in one go.
“Qiao, you shouldn’t be too nervous either. If worse cos to worst, there’s always next year.” Cyril forced a strained smile, as they could only comfort each other this way. He hardly dared to imagine the scene of him winning the trophy!
As they exchanged these words, their emotions gradually cald down.
Since the award ceremony comnced, Huang Ningyue was shaking with nerves, biting her lip and staring fixedly at the host and the white envelope he held.
Stars have all learned techniques and thods to restrain their external emotions, but faced with such a grand occasion and trophy, even Huang Ningyue couldn’t stay calm.
“Next, we’ll reveal the winner of the Best Director award…”
“The nominees for the Best Director award at this year’s Cannes Film Festival are: Cyril for ‘Crisis III,’ Kendi for ‘Doomsday Carnival,’ Haro for ‘The Last War,’ and Aoi Takeshi for ‘Can’t Love.’
Best Director Award!
Cyril’s nerves were stretched tight, and he imdiately sat up straight, staring intently at old Phil.
“The Best Director award at this year’s Cannes Film Festival goes to…” Old Phil smiled mysteriously, his gaze quickly sweeping across the room, “Now, let’s invite the award presenters to the stage…”
The presenters took the envelope from old Phil and began announcing the jury’s comnts on all the directors with a smile: “In ‘Crisis III,’ Cyril employed bold techniques to link the story with coherence and logic, earning it the title of this year’s most mind-bending film…
“In Kendi’s ‘Doomsday Carnival,’ Kendi used…
“For Haro’s ‘The Last War’…”
“Aoi Takeshi’s first suspenseful sci-fi feature…”
After the guest ticulously reviewed the work of all the directors, they finally opened the jury’s letter under the anxious yet restrained gazes of the directors, leaned into the microphone with a smile: “Now I announce, this year’s Cannes Film Festival’s Best Director award goes to—Haro, ‘The Last War!’.”
No award!
Cyril did not win Best Director!
“Crisis III” lost?
As the na of the winner was announced, Cyril and the other directors all relaxed, drenched in cold sweat and slumping back into their seats, feeling a wave of disappointnt.
Cyril still held great hope for himself, but he never expected not to win this award.
He wiped his sweat, splayed across the seat, and found it really hard to articulate the kind of loss and disappointnt inside him, his heart feeling heavily burdened.
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