Hollywood Hunter

Chapter 52: Christmas Eve

The film was finished, Simon also began to focus on the later stage of the film.

Next year’s Sundance Film Festival will start on January 16, and starting from November 14, there will be only two months left for the later period of "Run Lola Run".

During the filming process, Simon got along with most of the crew members very happily and agreed to cooperate again in the future. However, in order to save money, the filming ended, Simon immediately disbanded the crew.

In the days that followed, Catherine and Janet were the only ones who stayed with Simon to assist him in the final stage, and Simon was only temporarily hired behind the scenes for other needs.

Despite such careful calculations, in fact, since the original photographers, editors, soundtracks and other jobs in the original budget table were all done by Simon, the production funds for "Lola Run" are actually very abundant.

Janet deliberately calculated it, and the result is that the budget of 650,000 US dollars may not even be used for 600,000 in the end.

However, Simon did not make such a big deal.

For a movie to be successful, excellent production is one aspect, and the later announcement is equally important.

Simon didn't think about setting aside other film companies to announce the release of "Lola Run" alone, which is simply unrealistic for him now. However, the extra tens of thousands of dollars will definitely be used in the future publicity process.

Since editing had already started during the production process, Simon completed the rough cut of the film in only two weeks. Entering December, while continuing the fine-cutting, Simon also began to work on the soundtrack of "Lola Run".

The soundtrack style of "Lola Run" is dominated by fast-paced electronic music. Although Simon can complete the composition, the specific music recording still needs a professional band to complete. WMA also represents a very large group of musicians, and Simon did not encounter much obstacle in this respect.

So busy, time came to the end of the year without knowing it.

Montana area, outside Simon's villa.

Today is December 23rd.

Catherine parked the car on the side of the road and came to the door of the villa. She was about to ring the doorbell, but the door happened to open. Simon and another slightly fat man in his early thirties appeared at the door while chatting in a low voice.

Nodding to Simon, Catherine greeted the man again: "Good afternoon, John, I didn't expect you to come over today?"

The man named John was carrying a briefcase and nodded with a smile: "Yes, Ms. Bigelow, I'm about to leave. Also, tomorrow is Christmas Eve, happy holidays."

Catherine also said: "You too, happy holidays."

With that said, Catherine and Simon sent the man to the side of the road together, and watched each other drive away before entering the villa together.

Last month, several insert animations in "Lola Run" were all completed, and there were no other problems. Simon was not satisfied with the 2D animation effect of the beginning of the crowd gathered to form the title of "Lola Run". He planned to use 3D technology to reproduce do.

In this era, there are not many companies producing 3D animation.

After some inquiries, Simon finally contacted a 3D animation studio in San Francisco, which is also famous, named Pixar. The man who just left was John Lasseter, Pixar's vice president.

Pixar was originally the animation department of Lucasfilm. George Lucas was involved in the divorce case and had to sell his own assets. It just so happened that Steve Jobs, who founded NeXT Computer Company after leaving Apple, was very interested in Pixar and bought the company at the beginning of this year.

Jobs originally hoped that Pixar's animation production technology could promote the sales of NeXT's graphics computers, but the reality is not satisfactory. In order to maintain Pixar's operations, the studio had to accept orders for animation advertisements.

At the beginning of the month, Simon and Pixar agreed on a 10-second 3D title production plan. John Lasseter just delivered the finished product himself.

Walking into the living room, Catherine saw a pile of materials and drawings scattered on the coffee table, and naturally stepped forward to tidy up, while saying: "I will be back to San Francisco later, how about you?"

Simon sat on the armrest of the sofa at will, watching the women busy, enjoying the feeling, and said with a smile: "Or, you take me home, you can introduce whatever you want."

Catherine gave Simon a white look and said: "Jenny wanted to take you back to Australia the other day, why didn't you go?"

"I'm afraid of flying."

"I'm also flying this time. I just didn't get a ticket last time."

"Oh, it seems, suddenly I feel less afraid."

Listening to Simon's rascal tone, Catherine raised the file in her hand and patted it on his knee before continuing to organize it. However, after hesitating for a while, the woman still whispered: "You, do you really want to go back with me?"

Simon felt Catherine's tone serious, his face flushed slightly, and he shook his head quickly, saying, "I don't need it anymore, I'm not ready."

Christmas is a day for family reunions for Westerners. Simon knew he was far from going home with Catherine. It would be too abrupt.

Imagining that Simon might be alone tomorrow night, Catherine had already softened her heart. Hearing his refusal, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, but she was also slightly disappointed.

Looking away from looking at the little man next to her, Catherine put the organized files on the coffee table and said, "Then, I may not come back until after the New Year."

"Understood," Simon nodded, and solemnly warned again on his face: "Also, don't bother with neighbors on the plane."

Catherine glared at Simon, but with a smile on her mouth: "You think everyone else is as rascal as you."

Janet returned to Australia a few days ago to send Catherine away, and Los Angeles seemed to be suddenly empty.

I was working on audio editing recently, but did not work the next day.

Most of them have rested, and they are still in the studio, which seems too bleak.

After a busy morning, I dressed up the inside and outside of the villa like other houses, even the roof was decorated with colorful lights, and I bought a Christmas tree.

I also received several calls, inviting him to spend Christmas together, but all declined one by one.

In the afternoon, I drove to the market again, and took time to visit the motel I stayed in when I first arrived in Los Angeles, and brought a box of pumpkin pie to the Spanish old man.

The old man and his children have already gotten married, and they are just celebrating the holidays with his wife. He was very pleased to see him coming over, claiming to be looking forward to his movie, and he opened the box of pumpkin pie and tasted it on the spot, praised again and again.

So he joked that the pumpkin pie was left during Halloween.

Seeing the old man's suspicious look, he changed his mouth quickly.

Speaking of which, the two extra-large pumpkins on Halloween were not wasted, they were sent to be processed into pumpkin pie and distributed to everyone in the crew.

This box was naturally bought in the store.

Very fresh.

Stayed at the motel for more than an hour, chatting with the old man, playing guitar, and going home.

Until dark.

But just prepared a very simple dinner, alone, don't like waste.

Filled up, watched TV boredly for a while, and simply hid in the piano room again, sitting next to the Steinway piano sent by Janet, ding-dong, thinking about the last soundtrack of "Lola Run".

In fact, the soundtrack has all been completed, I am very satisfied, and do not plan to modify it.

Just killing time.

Ding ding dong dong, ding ding dong dong.

At a certain moment, I suddenly remembered the idea of the party at Bryan's house that night.

That movie.

An old bandit who carefully maintains his "career" and carefully guards his few brothers, occasionally fantasizes about retirement, grows old, and emigrates to an unremarkable Pacific island country, watching the seaweed that only shines once a year .

Suddenly met a woman who was beloved.

But it is strong.

Insist.

I am alone, but not lonely.

How can it not be lonely?

Ding ding dong dong, ding ding dong dong.

At ten o'clock, I finally decided to rest, but the doorbell rang suddenly.

Ding dong, ding dong.

It should be an illusion.

The ringing still continued.

Ok.

The hallucinations should not last so long.

So he left the piano room.

open the door.

Janet Johnston was standing outside the door, wearing a cropped T-shirt, short hot pants, fluffy blond hair, a flushed face, two long straight and white legs, and she was stepping on pink flat shoes.

Like a Barbie doll.

Seeing him in a daze, she flickered her long eyelashes habitually, staring at him brightly, with a small dumb voice: "Little boy, were you just thinking, who is knocking on your door at this time? Is it your girlfriend?"

He shook his head, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said, "No, it's too risky to think like this. It would be bad if it was a man."

She also laughed.

Subsequently.

She raised her arm: "Come, hug me."

Without hesitation, Simon stepped forward and hugged the woman's light body.

Start cold.

So I felt pity and pretended to reprimand: "It's winter now. Do you dress like this and play performance art?"

Janet put her arm around his neck and pressed it to the man, feeling warm, but not to be outdone: "It's stupid, Australia is summer."

With that said, a wallet fell from the pocket of Janet’s hot pants and fell to the floor. Simon lowered his head and looked down. There were passports and air tickets in the wallet, but he ignored these things and went straight with the woman in his arms. Her bedroom.

Wrapped Janet in a quilt, picked some clothes from her closet and handed them over, and ran to boil water.

After a busy time, Janet changed her clothes, holding hot cocoa, and still sitting on the bed, very satisfied.

Simon sat down by the bed, looked at the woman, and asked, "Why are you here at this time?"

"Worry you are too desolate by yourself, look at how good I am."

Simon smiled and said, "I've always been alone, it doesn't matter. But you, your parents will definitely be sad when they suddenly run out on Christmas."

Janet listened to Simone lightly saying that she had been alone, her heart inexplicably tight, stretched out her hand, touched his cheek, and said: "I have seen my mother, as for the old man, he won't be sad. What's more, There are still a bunch of people with them, it doesn’t matter if I don’t have one."

Simon put his face to the side and pierced Zajanite's palm with the stubble, and said, "Your house is quite big."

Janet retracted her hand and said, "Yeah, two brothers and two younger brothers. I am the only girl in the family. Therefore, if you bully me in the future, you will be beaten up badly."

Simon smiled and said, "Well, it's not certain who beats who."

Janet gave him a blank look, finished the hot cocoa, handed the empty cup to Simon, and said, "I heard the piano sound when I was at the door, are you playing the piano?"

Simon put the cup aside and nodded.

Janet was suddenly interested again, and raised her hand to Simon: "Hold me over, I suddenly want to hear you play the piano."

Seeing that the woman had leaped into his arms, Simon stretched out his hand to catch it, but said: "It's not time to change clothes, can you go by yourself?"

Janet wrapped herself around Simon: "It's troublesome to wear shoes, hurry up."

Simon had to pick Janet up again, went to the piano room, put her on the bench, and sat down.

Sit down by the piano, Janet dinged ding dong dong a few times expertly, but then stopped doing it, saying, "You come."

"What do you want to hear?"

"I don't know, you can play it casually."

Simon looked at Janet, who was always a little girlish leaning on his side, thought for a while, and said, "Sing, I play, you sing."

"Yeah."

Simon pressed the key and lightly knocked out the beginning.

Janet distinguished it for a moment, then smiled and stretched out a finger and ran to'trouble', ding ding dong dong dong, but completely matched the note of the tune.

Then, a slightly hoarse female voice began to sing softly with a special charm.

*When I was a little girl, I asked my mother.

*What will happen in the future?

*Will I be beautiful? Will I become rich?

*Mom said.

*let it go.

*The world is unpredictable, do whatever you want.

*When I have grown up, there is still a lover.

*So I asked him.

*What will happen in the future?

*Every day we have a rainbow?

* Said the lover.