Among the Oscars, especially in the 1940s, the Best Screenplay award is neither heavy nor light.

In Hollywood, movies are producer-centric, making money is the biggest purpose, in addition, it is the art of directors, which can have individual play, and the most obvious effect produced by movies is the birth of the star system.

Therefore, Best Picture, Best Actor and Actress, Best Supporting Actor and Actress, and Best Director can be regarded as the most important awards.

Compared with the entire film industry chain, although Hollywood's screenwriters are much better treated than Europe, they are still at the bottom.

Although everyone understands that without a good script, making a good movie is, but the profession of screenwriter is too sad, the script is behind the scenes, and the audience will remember the director and actors of a good movie, but few people ask who the screenwriter is.

But in all fairness, in the hearts of Hollywood people, the weight of the Best Screenplay Award is obviously not light.

That's why there will be Xixi. A veteran director like Dimir came to present the award.

However, Dimir seemed to have a problem with the winner of the award, and he looked at the host Walter with angry eyes.

The scene burst into laughter, and many people straightened up to watch the excitement.

Walter was a little embarrassed and said, "Mr. Dimir, the election results of the president of the United States can be mistaken, and it is absolutely impossible on our side." ”

"There must be a mistake! How could it be this bastard thing! The gray-haired Dimir said angrily.

Walter was very embarrassed, and the results of the list, looked at it. He nodded down again.

Several representatives of this year's Oscar judges came to the stage and confirmed it together. and Walter confirmed.

Walter took the microphone and looked at the countless people below. "Ladies and gentlemen, it has been confirmed that this list is correct. ”

Someone below was already in a hurry: "Who the fuck is it, hurry up and announce it!" Damn, it's like a. ”

Another laugh.

"Mr. Dimir, it's time to make an announcement." Walter reminded the dazed Dimir.

Dimir shook his head: "No, no, no, if this thing wins an award, I'd rather not give it an award!" ”

Anyway. In front of everyone's eyes, the old man actually shook his hand and walked away.

The scene was chaotic.

The Oscars have been presented for more than a dozen times, and this has never happened.

Even Walter, who has many years of experience as a host, was completely dumbfounded, he looked down and was at a loss.

The scene was awkward.

"Who the fuck is that!?" Next to Victor, many people complained.

"Announced first! Let him take it himself! "Someone was heckling.

Walter had to look at the list: "The winner of this year's Academy Award for Best Screenplay is, "This Killer Is Not Too Cold." ”

"Wow!" The scene was immediately lively.

There were laughers, such as Chaplin, who laughed so much that he threw away his crutches, gloating.

There are those who don't care about themselves to watch the excitement. Such as Adolf. Chuck et al.

There are also those who applaud sincerely, such as Clark. Gable, Laimer, and others.

"Congratulations to Victor. Mr. Fellro, I would like to invite you to the stage. Walter held the trophy aloft.

On Victor's side, a group of people had gloomy faces.

It's a good thing to win an award. But Dimir did this, it was too unkind, and there were Chaplin and others. There is no grace at all.

Nicholas. Zink was so angry that his face turned blue, and the others were also indignant.

"Hahaha. Victor, we've won a prize! Hahaha. Did you see it, we won the award! "Only Leo is a second goods, no heart and no lungs.

In the complicated gaze of countless people, Victor stood up.

He straightened his suit, held his head high, and passed through the front court.

Along the way, the voices of discussion on the side were endless.

"This movie is very good, why do you treat a young man like this?"

"Good-looking? Such a movie in Hollywood simply defiles this sacred place. ”

"Anyway, they won the prize."

"The world is going down. The same can be true of opportunists, sadly. ”

……

Victor turned a deaf ear and went to the stage.

Walter looked down: "Since Mr. Dimir is unwilling to present the award, who is willing to come up?" ”

At this sentence, there was a sudden silence below.

This scene is becoming more and more embarrassing.

The trophy is there, a good award, and without an awarder, it is absolutely impossible for Victor to wear the crown on his head and crown himself like Napoleon, and if that is the case, it will be passed out so that no one will laugh to death.

There was no one in the audience, and Victor's pestle on the stage was like drying salted fish.

"Which gentleman would like to come to power?" As a presenter, Walter had never encountered such a situation, and his forehead began to sweat.

The second time, there was still no one on the field.

In the face of so many people, Victor was also angry and helpless.

Damn, that's too bullying!

"Which one would ......" Walter was a little overwhelmed.

Below, there was a burst of laughter.

Victor couldn't wait to hold his machine gun and shoot all the way through. What was supposed to be a time of joy and pride has become so difficult.

Then Victor saw John. Ford tried to stand up, but the Focus grabbed Ford and looked at him angrily, and Ford sat down sadly.

Victor also saw Clark. Gable tried to stand up, but Meyer gave him an apologetic look.

Just when the scene was out of control, a firm and gentle voice resounded throughout the audience.

"Me, can I!?"

Swish! There was a neat and small sound in the hall, and almost everyone looked in the direction from which the sound came.

In the middle of the crowd, a graceful figure stood up, standing in the light.

Ingmar. Bergman.

Dressed in a long black dress, she is so elegant and noble under the light.

She raised her hand: "Me, is it okay?" ”

Walter was like a man in the water at this time, grabbing a life-saving straw and nodding straight: "Yes!" Of course! Miss Bergman! ”

Under the gaze of countless people, Bergman came and went.

The chatter resumed.

"Will these two have a leg?"

"No, Ingmar's private life is very simple."

"It's hard to talk about this kind of thing, I've heard that Victor went to Ingmar's house in the middle of the night."

"So lively!? Adulterer, adulteress, this is. ”

……

These comments made Bergman's face flush and Victor's heart was broken.

It's okay to lose face, why are you still coming up?

But Bergman stepped up to the podium firmly.

Amidst bursts of ill-intentioned laughter, and all kinds of ugly chatter, the woman slowly came to Victor's side.

She took the trophy from Walter and handed it to Victor.

Bergman smiled at Victor: "Mr. Ferro, I don't have any qualifications to give you an award, what I want to say is, congratulations, you are fully qualified to have him, you made a good movie!" ”

Wow, another chuckle underneath.

Victor looked at this woman, looking at this woman whose smile was as white and pure as camellia, and his heart was calm and flying.

Those ridicules, those discussions, instantly became as ignorant as a breeze and drizzle.

He completely ignored the damn place, and only the woman's smile in his eyes was in his eyes.

"You shouldn't have come up." Victor took the trophy and when the two hugged each other, Victor whispered.

"It's called Beauty Saving Heroes." Bergman's words made Victor laugh.

Walter handed the microphone to Victor.

This is the time to deliver your acceptance speech.

Victor picked up the microphone.

There was silence below, and everyone looked at the young man with different expressions.

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Today's third update is sent.

Xiao Zhang was busy during this time. Rest assured, Xiao Zhang will strive to be like before, 10,000 words a day. hehe

Give me encouragement! (To be continued......)