"Victor! You were born to be mafia material, what kind of bullshit actor to be!? You have disgraced us Sicilians! Shame on your grandfather, your father's face! Don't forget, your last name is Ferro! Next to the fire, a fat man crossed his hands and roared angrily.

It was a tall, square-headed, big-eared man, in his forties, with thick eyebrows that stood up like two brushes, and a long scar that stretched behind his ears, dressed in a black suit, and a crumpled handkerchief stuck in his chest.

He stood by the fire, obscuring almost the entire window behind him, making the already cold and dimly lit tavern even more and more dimly lit.

Opposite the man, sat a young man. At most, he was twenty-six or seventeen years old, not tall, thin, his face was a little pale, and he occasionally coughed one or two times. He rested his hands on the back of his chair, his fingers straight and soft, quite beautiful, and he was wearing a denim costume that had not been changed, and the brim of his hat covered half of his face, so that his eyes could not be seen.

"Me, do I know you?" The young man named Victor let out a low chuckle.

"Do you know me!?" The fat male bear was furious: "! Victor, what the hell are you playing!? Me, you won't know?! ”

Victor pointed to his head: "I'm sorry, I fell off my horse during filming last week and broke three ribs, and I don't remember a lot of things when I woke up." ”

"The Virgin Mary!" The fat man made a cross on his chest, pulled over the stool and sat next to Victor: "There is such a thing!?" God forbid, otherwise the great Ferro family will be extinct. You really don't remember the past? ”

The fat man was a little skeptical.

Victor shook his head. His face was finally revealed in the light, it was an angular face, square, handsome, especially the eyes, as deep as a dry well in the dark.

"I'm your Uncle Anthony, your grandfather's godson, your father's brother." The fat man muttered, and was about to speak, when a shout came from outside the tavern.

"Victor, bitch, it's your turn! Get out of here! A field reporter took a notebook and scolded.

"Who was raised by a bitch!?" Anthony was furious when he heard this, and was about to rush forward when he stood up, but was held down by Victor.

"I'll come!" Victor rushed outside, turned his face to Anthony and said, "Anthony, maybe you are looking for the wrong person, I am not the person you are looking for, and, you see, even if I am, I am not the same person at all now." So ......"

Victor shrugged.

"Damn it!" Anthony roared: "I won't mistake you when you turn to ashes, you get out of your mother's belly, and I'll be by your side!" Victor, come with me, to New York, your dad was killed, your two older brothers were beaten into a sieve in the car, and the great Ferro family is in your generation, and it's really going to play. ”

"It doesn't have much to do with me." Victor frowned and pointed outside: "I'm not from the Ferro family, and I don't want to be like that, now, I'm just a low-level actor in Hollywood." ”

Looking at the back of Victor limping out, Anthony stood in the room in a daze.

"Sir, do you still want wine?" The waiter in the tavern walked over.

"Get out of here!" Anthony roared, "Everyone in the Ferro family can be a bullshit clown actor, and I can still drink!" Madonna! Why didn't Hollywood burn down this hellish place! ”

Walking out of the tavern, the sun was a little dazzling. The sunset hung in the sky, as red as blood, reflecting the shijie in front of him.

"Hollywood, it turned out to be the fucking Hollywood of 1940. Lao Tzu touched the wire on the set, and he looked like this, and the joke was big! It's a pity that the little girl in Hong Kong has got it. Fuck me! Victor spat vigorously, and immediately pulled the wound on his body, grinning in pain.

Yes, in front of you, it's Hollywood. In Hollywood in 1940, under the sunset, the buildings stretched out one after another, huge colorful billboards flickered and swayed in the night, and the sound of cars, music, and human voices were intertwined into a mighty symphony.

Victor, no, to be precise, another soul in this body, knows all too well about this place, the history of this place.

Hollywood, it's a place that has become a myth. Some people say that a history of shijie cinema without the United States and Hollywood would not be a history of shijie cinema, and some people say that a history of shijie cinema is the history of Hollywood's conquest of the global film market. It is also said that a history of shijie cinema is a history of anti-Hollywood cinema.

But no matter what future generations say about this place, it will not shake its great position in the entire history of cinema.

It's a place where dreams are made. A place full of fame, power, and lust, and at the same time, a place where ideals and artistic pursuits are exalted.

In the first few years of American films, many people came here, and in the first decade of the 20th century, many large companies also settled down, forming a production and distribution base centered on Hollywood.

In the 20 years before 1930, through the efforts of countless filmmakers, Hollywood has developed from a remote town to a veritable Shijie film empire, both in terms of film form and film ontology, which has determined a unique vane for the development of Shijie films. Despite the Great Depression, the place still looks so vibrant.

From 1930 to 1960, in the history of film, it is called the "classic period" and "golden age" of Hollywood, which was the most glorious moment of Hollywood.

It can be said that the current era is the worst era and the most haode era.

Victor took a breath and went to the set. This is a third-rate crew, the scene is hectic, and people are turning on their backs.

Hollywood is a mixed place, in addition to the big productions of the eight major film companies, there are more of these improvised crews that do a hammer deal, and most of the movies made are follow-up films, rough production, purely to make money, of course, many zuihou died miserably. But despite this, such a third-rate crew is also an extremely difficult opportunity for people who mix in Hollywood, especially those low-level actors. Every year, countless young people with dreams of stardom and movies come here, and countless people leave disappointed every year. The iron-clad battalion is like a battlefield without gunsmoke.

"Victor, be careful, the hedgehog seems to be a little fucking upset today." As soon as I entered the set, someone handed me a cigarette.

Taking the cigarette, Victor smiled.

The guy in front of him, called Leo, is 1.8 meters tall, blonde and blue-eyed, a muscular man, in terms of appearance, he is a little similar to Tom Cruise in later generations, but he always looks cheap, and he has a good relationship with the previous owner of this body, and he is a real difficult brother.

"Game 20, Cowboy Ready!" Before I finished my cigarette, I heard the assistant director standing there shouting.

Victor nodded at Leo, put on his hat, and turned on his horse.

This is a low-cost western film, and it is also the hottest theme at the moment, deducing nothing more than the old routine of heroes saving the United States, gunfights, and bloody western, a dwarf winter melon-like director, who is the "hedgehog" in Leo's mouth, and said this scene again and again, and then started filming.

A camera is far away, the male protagonist holds his sister and rides back to shoot backwards, and the robbers who are chasing him fall off their horses one after another, Victor is one of the tragic robbers, in layman's terms, he is a dead runner.

Before ten seconds of shooting, the "hedgehog" shouted a cut!

"The one in the back! Didn't your mother hear me clearly? Fall off the horse! To fall off the horse! You're stuck to the horse, son of a bitch! The hedgehog came up to Victor and said viciously. Looking at the horizontal flesh on that face, Victor's heart was on fire, where is this a director, is it simply a second goods.

"I'm sorry director, I have injuries on my body and three broken ribs, so ......" Victor pointed to himself.

"Even if you break your neck, you have to fall for me! I'm going to give you $20 a week to waste my precious film? It's Hollywood, it's movies! Will I tell you how much effort it took me to come up with such a great work? The hedgehog spat and sprayed Victor in the face.

Looking at the so-called director in front of him, Victor was extremely sad. In 1940, the theory of montage and the use of camera cross-cutting had already matured, but this man used a monotonous shot to deal with this important scene, without any changes, and even said that he conceived a great movie.

"Director, I think so, you see, can you complicate the shots, long shots, close-ups, and depth of field shots are crossed, so that rapid editing can be used in the later stage to increase the momentum and rhythm of this scene...... "I have been an assistant director for so many years in my previous life, and Victor is still quite experienced in this regard.

Before he could finish speaking, the hedgehog kicked Victor down: "You mean, will you teach me how to make a movie again!?" You haven't been born yet, Lao Tzu followed David Griffith, Edward Powter is my teacher, John Ford is my brother, and Lao Tzu still uses you as a scumbag!? ”

The severe pain in his abdomen made Victor a little breathless, and the dirty leather boots of the "hedgehog" slammed into his face, and dozens of onlookers at the scene let out a sarcastic smile.

"Fuck you!" A figure rushed out, and an uppercut knocked the hedgehog to the ground on his back. It's Leo.

"This dog's braggart can go to a Broadway talk show." Leo picked up Victor and smiled heartlessly.

The crew was in an uproar, and many people ran over to help up the "hedgehog".

"Assistant Director, kick these two scum out for me! Kick it out now! Tell other crews, who dares to use them, Lao Tzu will not agree! The bloodied "hedgehog" roared loudly. The two backpacks were quickly thrown out, and the door to the set slammed shut, leaving Leo and Victor staring at each other.

"Now, satisfied?" Looking at Leo, who had developed limbs and was simple-minded, Victor smiled bitterly.

"Hedgehog", although he is a bad thing, although he is a third-rate director who can't get on the stage, he is still the number one person in the Hollywood bad movie market, not for anything else, just because he has a relationship with the eight major film companies and acquaintances, and whether a third-rate movie can make money or not requires the theaters of these companies to agree to release it, because of this reason, in the bad movie market, few people can offend the hedgehog for two low-level actors.

Leo's punch not only made the two lose their jobs, but also directly announced that the two of them would not even have the opportunity to participate in the filming of bad movies in the future.

Leo sat down, looking like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water: "I've wanted to beat that bitch for a long time, since he slept with that Oregon girl in the crew." ”

Victor couldn't help but laugh and sat next to Leo, and the two smoked.

Hollywood in front of you, twilight, is the most lively and prosperous time of the day. On the street, there was a lot of traffic, and no one paid attention to the two young men in rags.

"What will I do next?" Victor Road.

Leo opened his eyes: "Take one step at a time, it's really not good, leave this hell place." ”

Victor smiled and dug into his pocket, finding it empty. Last week's salary was seen by the doctor, and it has not been paid this week.

"Leo, how much money do you have on you?"

Leo spread his hands: "The fart is gone." ”

"Didn't you just send $20 yesterday?" Victor exclaimed.

Leo smiled: "I'll go find the Russian chick to be happy, tsk, you don't know what it feels like......"

Victor turned his back to the sky, wanting to cry without tears.

I lost my job, I was penniless, I didn't talk about my residence, and even eating became difficult. Do you really want to force Lao Tzu to be a cowherd?

But Leo thought about it, looked at the car on the street, and licked his lips: "Victor, don't worry, it's really not good, Lao Tzu will go up and do a vote, won't you have money?" ”

Victor kicked Leo at him, then looked across the street, stunned, and burst out laughing.

"Leo, tonight, someone is in charge of the meal."

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In the past few years after the end of "Long Live the Director", many people urged me to write a sequel, and I agreed. In the past few years, Xiao Zhang has not forgotten this promise, in 2014, 7 years later, this sequel I am afraid to dedicate to everyone, different stories, different history, but I believe that it will be the same wonderful and moving!

Because, among them, Xiao Zhang's 7 years of thinking and polishing are condensed.

There is only one thing left: click your mouse and enter Hollywood again with Xiao Zhang! By the way, don't forget to bookmark, recommend and support! Bow to everyone!