In the same hotel suite, the jury of the 35th Cannes Film Festival is arguing. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Without a doubt, Best Actor goes to Jack Lemmon and I think his performance is outstanding. ”

Klaus Kinski was no different, and that roar was very moving. ”

"I don't like Kinsky, and I don't like Lemmon either. ”

"The Wu of "Memory Fragments" is also very good, a lively little person. ”

They were babbling, and the president of the jury, the Italian director Giorgio Streller, who was supposed to be presiding over the meeting, sat on top with a frown, not knowing what to say.

Even if Gilles Jacob gave him several glances and asked him to dominate the atmosphere of the meeting, he ignored them all.

"Jack Lemmon, that's him!" said Jean-Jacques Arnaud finally clapping the table, "his performance is the most brilliant, and of course the best actor will be given to him! Kinski is too hot, there are too many actors in "Freedom Road", and their acting skills are thinned. As for Wu in "Memory Fragments", if there is a supporting actor award, he will be a very powerful actor. ”

After speaking, regardless of the reaction of the judges present, he looked directly at Streller, who smacked his lips and finally nodded: "Then Jack Lemmon." ”

The awards of the Cannes Film Festival are selected in this way, and they are discussed by ten or more professionals in the hotel. Although he neither boiled persimmon oil nor dishes, and even refused to pretend like Oscar, he never changed.

After all, cinema or art, that is the game of the elite, only when the upper class has enough to eat and drink, will they play these things and promote some development.

No matter how ninth-rate the drama is, it is not something that can be touched by mud legs, unless old age and decay can no longer please the upper class and he has no savings.

There is a huge chasm between the elites and the commoners, and countless civilians want to cross this chasm, squeeze the elites to the side, and then ...... And then go back and laugh at the civilians.

It's like a few decades later, when ordinary people complain or even satirize in the face of those completely incomprehensible paintings, there will always be students from the Academy of Fine Arts who jump out and tell you that you can't understand because you don't understand and you haven't studied aesthetics.

It's easy to build a step of downward contempt, so what's wrong with the awards of the Cannes Film Festival being discussed in a small room by a dozen professionals?

Well, there is still a problem, the elites are always dissatisfied with anyone, and the Cannes selection is too arbitrary, completely in the hands of the president of the jury, unlike the Oscars, which leave room for the real power to operate.

If the chairman of the jury is in control of the jury, then it is natural to rely on his opinions, such as Coppola or Polanski, who have given examples. If not, then the judging will turn into a disaster, such as the one in another time and space, when Isabel was the president of the jury.

There is also a trend in this edition, at least Jean-Jacques Arnold is louder than anyone else, and he will not give up for hours at a time.

"Okay, guys, the best actor and actress have been decided, plus the previous Palme d'Or and the Jury Award for Short Film, as well as the Best Director and Best Screenplay, please decide on the Jury Prize, and we will discuss the Palme d'Or tomorrow and strive to complete it all at once. "After deciding on the best actress, Jacob had to come out and play the round.

"Night in San Lorenzo, there is no doubt that this film is still far from the Palme d'Or and deserves a grand jury prize!" exclaimed Jean-Jacques, who had just eaten a small snack.

"Fragments of Memory. Lumet was equally straightforward.

"Fragments of Memory is very innovative, but the directorial technique is not perfect and not suitable. Jean-Jacques immediately retorted.

"Fragments of Memory!" Lumet didn't bother to say more, just word by word, and glared at Jean-Jacques fiercely.

The latter wanted to say something, but was pulled by Suso Cheki Damiko next to him, so he reluctantly shut his mouth.

"Sidney, I know, you and Jacques had a big argument before, but what we did was for the film, for the sake of Cannes. Damiko said seriously.

But Lumet just looked at him coldly, without the slightest intention of negotiating, obviously completely bored by the previous arguments that were too targeted.

Basically, by now, everyone could see that Jean-Jacques was facing his most fierce opposition to "Fragments of Memory", all the possible awards for the film.

Now it was a little cold, and Damiko, who was the last to speak before, had to touch his nose in embarrassment and continued: "I also think that "Memory Fragments" is not very suitable, it is indeed new, but it is not enough to reach the point of the jury award. ”

"It's true that if it's the Golden Camera, or the Best Foreign Film at the Youth Film Awards, it's very suitable, but the awards in the main competition are not very suitable. Molinay Sen followed.

A smug smile flashed across Jean-Jacques's face, and he cleared his throat and was about to speak, when he heard Lumet question in a stern voice: "When you say this, have you ever asked your conscience? You say that "Fragments of Memory" is still lacking, so what is missing? No one has said it in detail! You tell me, how many people have used the editing technique of this film? How many people have used his composition, his colors, his rhythm, not to mention the fact that the theme is directed to the heart!"

Jean-Jacques tried to refute several times, but was sprayed by Lumet, and his face was unusually ugly.

"I don't know what you're thinking, and I don't want to know, I just wanted to get a best screenplay for Fragments of Memory, but now I have to win this jury prize, or this festival will leave a huge joke!" Lumet said loudly as he finally banged on the table.

"Don't be so alarmist, Sidney, the organizers have asked us to form a jury, in order to select those films that deserve praise, not for our own selfish desires!" Jean-Jacques could not hold back any longer, and immediately got up and replied in an equally loud voice, "This is what the Cannes Film Festival, and indeed the whole of French cinema, insist on!"

"Isn't it for your own selfish desires?" Lumet slowly stood up, then stared at him coldly, "Are you showing your arrogance as a Frenchman?"

Jean-Jacques blushed and pursed his lips, a little speechless, and though he looked very embarrassed, he was a little afraid to make eye contact with Lumet.

"Calm down, two!" Jacob had to come out to play the round, which was about to tear his face.

"Let Joe decide. He said this, and looked at Giorgio Streyler, and gave him a wink, telling him to make a decision.

But Streller was still so hesitant, and only after a while did he look at Geraldin, who had not spoken from beginning to end? Chaplin: "Geraldin, what is your opinion?"

"Me?" Geraldin, holding the teacup, raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, you've always looked ...... anyway Well...... More just, I need your opinion. Strayler said, then looked at Jean-Jacques and Lumet, and added, "It's up to you." ”

All eyes were on her, and she unhurriedly put down her glass and smiled at Streller, "You've got a problem for me, Jo." ”

"You've had good things to say about Memory Fragments in the Best Screenplay debate, and you've supported Jack Lemmon in the Best Actor debate, so you're sure you'll be able to make the right judgment. Strayler said, and the logic was desperate.

So Jean-Jacques and the others had a hint of pride in their eyes, while Lumet and his supporters were expressionless.

"Well, in that case," Geraldine shrugged, "I'll say it." ”

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"I think that long purple dress is better for you, Zhizhi. When Guan Zhilin changed into an evening dress in front of him, Li Xu said so much.

"Really, Brother Xu?" Guan Zhilin tilted her head in disbelief, "I still think this black one is more suitable." ”

"The black ones are also good, and the purple ones have their own characteristics," Li Xu nodded, "So, in the end, it's up to you." ”

"Alright, Zhizhi, let's go red. Zhang Bingqian, who was sitting next to him, said, not caring that his hand passed under his armpit and stretched out to move.

But Brother Xu said that the purple one was more suitable. Guan Zhilin said distressedly, not only did she turn a blind eye to Li Xu's hand, but the sound of "master" did not stir up any waves in her.

"It's more suitable, but you have to wait for you to develop a little more temperament. Zhang Bingqian glanced at Li Xu as she spoke, and after he withdrew his hand, she stood up and walked to her daughter's side to take care of her.

"Look, isn't this much better?" Zhang Bingqian, who faced the dressing mirror and put her head on Guan Zhilin's shoulder, said with a smile.

The mother and daughter in the mirror are more like a pair of sisters, especially Guan Zhilin's face is slightly red, and she looks coquettish, which contrasts with her mother who also has a red face.

Let's not talk about the reason why Zhang Bingqian blushed, Guan Zhilin blushed, naturally because when she was changing clothes, she was touched in some places that should not be touched.

Of course, she wasn't unhappy at all, and even enjoyed it, anyway, she did all the same things.

Li Xu, who saw it in his eyes, could only shake his head, the woman who abandoned the bottom line was really sharper, Zhang Bingqian had obviously taken Guan Zhilin into her hands.

Although this is related to Zhilin's "training" in Japan, which opened up the factor of mildly shaking M physique, Zhang Bingqian's methods also contributed to it.

"Sir, we can go. After choosing the black evening dress and taking care of it, Zhang Bingqian took her daughter and walked over to Li Xu and said.

"Let's go, although you can't walk the red carpet, you should also go and see it. Li Xu stood up and opened his arms, and waited for Zhang Bingqian and Guan Zhilin to come to both sides of him with a tacit understanding before putting his hands on their respective buttocks.

"Don't worry, Zhizhi, if you make a few more movies, you will naturally know how to control these clothes. He comforted Guan Zhilin and walked out with his hands moving.

Then I heard Zhang Bingqian say: "Master, Li Saifeng can already close the net." ”