Best Actor

    "Yeah, we meet again." Scorsese raised his thick black eyebrows, and calmly reached out and shook hands with Sean, "You can call me Martin."

    "It's an honor," Sean smiled, "Excuse me, Martin, what made you want to make a biographical film about Howard Hughes?"

    "You think it's strange for me to direct a biographical film?" Scorsese narrowed his eyes.

    "Of course not, any great director will try his best to try movies of various themes, if you make a children's movie for yourself and all your children one day, I will not Strange," Sean said sincerely, "I'm just curious."

     Scorsese smiled, and finally had a friendly meaning: "It's very simple, his story attracts me, few people are as legendary as him, he's a genius , an out-and-out genius, no matter what he does, he can make movies, make planes, fly planes, he can achieve what others can't. But he is also a contradictory person, confident and even arrogant, but at the same time has Serious cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, so entangled, like...like..."

    "Like two sides of a coin, the same thing breeds a completely different picture." Sean answered immediately.

    "Yeah, very true," Scorsese said with a wider smile, "Isn't that curious? So I had a plan to bring it to the screen very early on, It's only now that we're getting started."

    "It seems that Harvey is right, I am really lucky, if you prepare for a year in the morning, I may not be able to participate in the audition." Sean said this immediately. , although it seemed a little casual, but his eyes were always on Scorsese.

    The old man did not speak, his expression was a little subtle, the eyelids behind the frame were drooping, and he did not know what he was thinking.

    "That's not necessarily, with the mature temperament you show, maybe Martin has to prepare two years in advance before you have nothing to do" Weinstein is also interesting enough, at this time, he also interjected to help sentence.

    "Let's put it this way, Sean," Scorsese sighed at this time, "Your audition was very good, I saw it from the beginning to the end, you are also committed, and your acting is remarkable. , to capture the confidence and arrogance of Hughes when he was young. Moreover, I am quite surprised by the face-to-face communication with you now, you have indeed learned a lot about Hughes. "

    Obviously, Sean's direct inquiries still had some effect. Scorsese didn't hate this directness, but that didn't mean he recognized him.

    After a pause, Scorsese said again: "But, you know, Sean, what I need is a 20- to 50-year-old, more complex Howard Hugh Si, he is reckless and self-confident, but also helpless and irritable, although he is always striding forward, but there are also things that he can't do, such as not getting his beloved woman, such as almost being unable to cope with the congressional inquiry. "

    Sean's face was slightly ugly, which was equivalent to rejection, and it was the last reason he didn't want to hear.

    "Are you sure I can't do what you want, Martin?" he asked after a moment of silence.

    This is somewhat rude, but Scorsese is not angry, just shrugs calmly: "I believe you can do it, Sean, your acting is excellent, but now There is still something missing.”

    "In other words, Mr. Tang, you have become famous too fast, and you need time to settle down." Before Sean could defend himself, a middle-aged man who had been standing beside him was a little bald. Shi interrupted and said, "All the information you sent, the movies you participated in, and the videos you showed yourself, we have carefully watched them, please believe that we will make a fair choice."

    "Who is this?" Although he was extremely angry, Sean remained calm on the surface and revealed just the right amount of doubt.

    "Brian, Brian Johnson, one of Martin's assistant directors." The other party reached out and touched Sean, and then had a very sincere tone, "You are a Great actor, Sean."

    "Thank you, but what I want to say is..." Sean wanted to keep working hard.

    "Brian made it very clear, Sean," Scorsese interrupted, "We've seen all your information, and if the decision is For our matter, please wait patiently for two more days, and the results will appear soon."

    Then, before Sean wanted to say anything, he raised a hand: "Okay, that's it, Sean, nice to see you here."

    After finishing speaking, he nodded to Weinstein and left with Johnson. After they left, Weinstein also patted Sean on the shoulder and left without saying anything.

    Sean stood there for a while, then let out a long breath, looked at Sanders with a wry smile and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

    "Looks like we screwed up?" he said gloomily.

    "Maybe...there is a way?" Sanders said uncertainly, "For example, to get the opportunity to communicate with Scorsese privately?"

    "It's not that easy, and... I'm afraid not tonight," Shawn shook his head, then sighed, "Too much contact will only waste the good impression the other party has now, However, he also said before that the results will come out in two days at most, how can I get in touch with him privately in such a short period of time?"

    He then smiled wryly again: "He really doesn't like me, because he is young and because he has become famous too fast, so he doesn't think I can capture Hughes's characteristics from beginning to end."

    "That's what the assistant director said, he doesn't represent Scorsese." Sanders persuaded.

    "Really? Do you really think so?" A voice suddenly sounded, and then the former Scorsese assistant director reappeared in front of the two.

     Both Sean and Sanders were stunned, and then a little embarrassed, the other party may have heard the words just now.

    "What's the matter, Mr. Johnson?" Sean coughed dryly.

    "Some bad things, Mr. Tang." Johnson shrugged, "There are some things that Martin can't talk about, but I don't have that scruple. As an assistant director, sometimes I have to come forward and do something. Something he doesn't do well."

    Sean frowned: "Like?"

    "I admit that you are a good actor, Mr. Tang," Johnson said calmly, "As I said before, we have seen all your files, photos, audition videos and your The tape, it's a bit of a surprise. But I have to say for Martin, you've already lost, so don't waste your time."

    "Yes, I know it's cruel, but I'm still here to tell you," Johnson shrugged. "Please stop bothering Martin."

    At the end, his tone was a little impatient. If he waved his hand again, it would be almost like chasing flies.

    "Just because I'm young and famous too fast?" Sean, who held back his anger, said in a questioning tone.

    "That's right," the other party replied succinctly, "I'll just say it clearly, Mr. Tang, you are not qualified to work with Martin right now, even though you are nominated for an Oscar and a producer. , and also won a Grammy, but in Martin's eyes, he is no better than other actors, and it is good to agree with you to audition."

    Sean's face suddenly turned ugly, and Sanders, who had been frowning beside him, asked aloud, "Are you sure this is what Mr. Scorsese meant?"

    Johnson looked him up and down, then sneered: "It's up to you to believe it or not, of course you can confront Martin, but Martin will never admit it, and in the future..."

    He didn't say any more, but they both understood the meaning behind, and then the other party left with a sneer.

    "Calm down, Sean." Saunders gritted his teeth as he watched the guy leave.

    "I'm calm..." Sean's face flushed a lot at first, and his fists were clenched tightly, but it quickly subsided, becoming a little less interested.

    "Let's go, there's no need to stay here." He said and walked towards the door without looking back, as if he wouldn't stay any longer.

    "Wait, Sean, let's just leave?" Sanders followed and asked anxiously.

    "Then what else can we do?" Sean asked without looking back, with strong unwillingness and loss in his tone, "You heard what you said just now, are you still not qualified? Damn it. not qualified!"

    "Wait, Sean, listen to me," Sanders stopped him, "don't you think that's a little weird? Scorsese does have some concerns, but he doesn't qualify That's what Johnson said."

    "So what?" Sean stared at him and asked angrily, "Don't talk about this in private, Sandy, do you want Scorsese in front of me? I personally said that I didn’t think about you at all?!”

    He said, raising his voice: "Don't you understand, he doesn't like me, he hates me! He agreed with me to audition just to make up the number!"

    Even though this was already at the door and not many people were around, there were still a few people in the distance who glanced over here, Sean looked back to inquire, and then walked out again.

    Saunders stood on the spot and squeezed his fists. After a few seconds, he waved his hand violently and rushed to the front in a few steps, grabbing Sean and asking in a low voice, "You just give up? You just give up like this?! Who said that you can't give up until the last second! Who forgot to eat and sleep for the character of Hughes! Now it's just an assistant director who came over and passed on a few words, and you're going to give up? We think All those ideas, all the hard work we put in, all in vain? Look at me, Sean, tell me if it's in vain!"

    Faced with the questioning, Sean looked at him for a long time, then lowered his head: "Enough, Sandy, enough, as Fred said, the world There's always imperfection, and I've said before that not all hard work pays off."

    He reached out and patted his shoulder: "Thank you, Sandy, but it doesn't matter, as long as you work hard, it's enough to be worthy of yourself."

    Sean sighed softly, then walked out, but Sanders stood there and didn't move, just pursed his lips into a straight line, and then, looking at his back, he Make up your mind.