Best Actor

     "Don't worry, I've dealt with him more than once, and I'll be able to convince him. Well, let's not talk too much, he's out of the studio." Frey Derek turned off the phone, and then strode towards the fat man that many people are familiar with.

    "Hey Harvey, nice to meet you." Frederick said with a big smile.

    "Fred? You're still haunted," Weinstein snorted. "I said I'd consider it."

    "So how did you think about it?" Frederick didn't seem to hear the impatience in his words, and he still had a smile on his face.

    "I haven't started thinking about it yet." Weinstein waved his hand like a fly as he signed his name on the document handed over by his assistant.

    "Then you have to hurry up," Frederick said immediately, "yes, it's impossible for a **** movie to win the Oscar for best picture right now, the Academy will not be so aggressive, but It's sure to resonate with a lot of people, and it's great for Weinstein Pictures."

    "Are you teaching me how to make a movie, Fred?" Weinstein snorted, squinting and looking at him as he walked.

    "Of course not, you are the king of independent films." Frederick's smile remained the same, and he made a small flattery, "I just want to say, now is a good opportunity, Gus Van Sant is currently worrying about the lack of funds, and the cooperating Focus Films is also at a loss. This is a good opportunity for you to intervene. If you miss it and want to have the same opportunity, you don't know what to do. Until when."

    "You really can talk, Fred," Weinstein grinned, his tone softened, but he didn't stop, "Just say it, what do you want? ?"

    "Sean wants a male lead." Frederick was also happy and told the answer directly.

    "I guess so," Weinstein rolled his eyes, "but why should I help? And he also has a production company, wouldn't it be great to do it yourself?"

    "You know, Sant doesn't feel very good about Sean," Frederick smiled wryly, and then started selling again, "but this script is really valuable and not as good as " There's going to be blood" is almost the same."

    "I could have got Blood Will Come," Weinstein stopped, "but Sean made me lose it and made me look bad in front of a lot of people."

    "Wrong, Harvey, is it really Sean who made you embarrassed?" Frederick immediately asked, "You and I both know how ridiculous Anderson's request was, and then The excuse is even more outrageous. With Sean and you, there is no way that you can't get funds. Well, maybe you want to say that no matter how ridiculous this request is, you should obey it if you agree, I don't deny it, but you I also saw that Sean wanted to apologize several times, but Anderson ignored it at all, with an expression like what I said, is it that as long as you make a mistake, even if you seriously correct it, you can’t be forgiven?”

    "What do you want to say?" Weinstein narrowed his eyes.

    "It's Paul Thomas Anderson's problem, not Sean's problem, Harvey," Frederick said in a very serious tone, "he's too frivolous and self-righteous, you are As you can see, he doesn't even give you face."

    Weinstein did not answer, but folded his arms, obviously waiting for his next words.

    "So, it's Anderson who really let you down, not Sean. If you feel unwilling, you should help Sean, make a new movie, give Anderson a good look, and use the facts Tell him it's nothing without him, you're the king of indie movies!" Frederick said quickly.

    "You guy..." Weinstein laughed and scolded, then fell into deep thought.

    "Harvey, Sean has always been grateful to you, and he's sorry about the Blood Will Come," Frederick continued, "so he's knowing this Script, let me come to you."

    "He should come in person." Weinstein muttered, although it sounded dissatisfied, but from the declarative sentences he used instead of the questions, it was clear that there was not much dissatisfaction.

    "He has to prepare, doesn't he?" Frederick spread his hands, "As I said before, Santer has a very bad impression of him, if you want to impress him, you have to use real stuff."

    "Sean is indeed a very hard worker." Weinstein nodded in acceptance, then looked at Frederick, "Tell me about your plans, Fred. "

    "You can make initial contact with Santer first, and if you think the script is good, then negotiate further, and then, if you join, hope to support Sean to compete for the male lead." At this time, The agent was no longer polite and released his own conditions, "Of course, whether or not Sean gets the actor in the end, it will not affect your cooperation with him."

    "Fair enough," Weinstein nodded, and after a few minutes he made a decision, "Well, I'll get in touch with Gus right away."

    "That's it, I look forward to good news from you, Harvey." Frederick bowed and was about to leave.

    "Having an agent like you, Sean is really lucky." Weinstein finally laughed.

    "I hope he thinks so too." The relaxed Frederick teased Sean for a rare time, and then he let out a sigh of relief after he was far away.

    Although the time is short, the pressure is also not small, but also because he is well prepared, and he is constantly playing tricks-for example, when Sean and Weinstein can provide funds to Anderson, he never mentions it Control of the movie, or maybe Sean asked him to come to him, etc. In this way, coupled with his perseverance in coming to Weinstein some time ago, he finally got this thing done.

    Of course, more importantly, for more than a year, Samsara Films and Weinstein Films have cooperated very well. Several films have word of mouth and box office, plus mutual support Shares, even if Weinstein is dissatisfied with Sean because of "There Will Be Blood", it will gradually fade over time, and Frederick is just speeding up the process.

    So, from this point of view, Sanders' task is obviously heavier.

    Anyway, everything has been done, and over time, after the 2007 New Year's holiday, all industries that have vacations began to function normally, and now look at Sean's .

    …

    In the yellowish room, a middle-aged man in a shirt and tie was sitting on a chair, holding a metal microphone in his hand, which was connected to the portable tape recorder on the round table next to him. The camera passes from the position of the door, and there are door frames on the left and right sides, which makes the picture appear a little narrow, thus forming a depressing atmosphere.

    "When we were fighting against Briggs' Proposition 6 in California, Anita also shot, and her target was Wichita, Kansas." The middle-aged man spoke, his tone calm. Again with solemnity.

    "She won the game, but it's not the end, we all know that we have a long and difficult road ahead, and we will encounter setbacks, many setbacks, and maybe even setbacks at times, But we will still go on." He continued, his voice getting hotter and his eyes firmer, "We believe in all the good things in this world, we believe in equality, freedom and democracy, we believe...we have hope!"

    Here, he paused for a few minutes, his eyes looked straight ahead, his eyes seemed to be over the wall, and he saw something more distant: "Last week, I answered a call from It was from Altona, Pennsylvania, and the voice on the phone was very young, and the man said to me: Thank you. We have to choose leaders from the **** community so that we can get that young kid, and thousands of people like People like him, mustering hope, creating a better life and embracing a better tomorrow."

    Then, he took a deep breath: "Here, I ask, if the assassination makes me fall, I hope there will be five, ten, one hundred, one thousand people Stand up. If there's a bullet in my head, let it break all the closet doors too! I hope this movement continues because it's not about personal gain, it's not about egoism, it's not about fighting for power, it's about 'we 'related!"

    The voice became more heated and firmer, and the hand on the thigh also clenched into a fist: "Not only gays, but also blacks, Asians, old people, disabled people People, these 'us', without hope, 'we' have to admit defeat. I know that life cannot be hoped alone, but without hope, life is meaningless. So, you, you, and you, give People bring hope..."

    There was a brief pause, a smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man, and then he repeated: "To give people hope!"

    This time there is not as much excitement and determination as before, but with an indescribable joy, and then raised her hand and shook it lightly, with an encouraging smile, as if to complete the Delighted with an excellent speech.

    Arrived here, the screen stopped, and the videotape for a few minutes had finished playing.

    Sant, who was sitting not far from the TV series, pinched his chin expressionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking, after a long while he turned his head and asked, "What do you think?"

     Several assistants, as well as screenwriters and other persons in charge, exchanged glances, and finally the assistant with the same name as Michael Jordan said: "I think makeup It's not bad, it's really similar to Milk, but the acting is a bit exaggerated, and most people show so much emotion in such a short period of time."

    "But I think it's very good. This should be the plot of Milk preparing for the campaign. Since it is a campaign, it is okay to have more emotions." Some people objected.

    "The last emotion was not handled well. It gave people a sense of sacred expectation, but the last point made the accumulated feelings fall down." Another person said.

    "But this is just an ordinary person, isn't it?" Then someone came out to object.

    They started arguing, and the atmosphere was quite lively, but Sant remained silent until after their discussion subsided, and then called the name of an assistant: "Lewis, let Sanders know that I want to talk to Sean in person."