MTL - American Fame and Fortune-Chapter 724 Problem of the century

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Chapter 724 The Problem of the Century

 Beverly Hills, Hilton Hotel.

 The Oscar night party is going on, and as one of tonight’s winners, people from Martin’s side keep coming to congratulate him.

 Cheers, clinking glasses, and discussions are endless.

 Leonardo raised his glass and said: "Congratulations to Martin for winning the Oscar for Best Actor, cheers."

 Meine shouted: “Boss, congratulations!”

“Thank you!” Martin raised his glass and took a swig, and then said, “I’ll go to my house later. Elizabeth is back to prepare for the celebration party. I got a lot of good wine.”

 The people surrounding Martin responded with a bang.

 Leonardo put his arm around Martin with one arm and Nicholson with the other, laughing and saying, "Now, we both have won the Oscar for Best Actor!"

 Martin's hearty smile, tonight is a moment of celebration.

Nicholson said: "Another problem of the century has arisen. The three of us have six Oscars. How many Oscars do each of us have?"

 After talking about the good news, the assistant said the bad news: "The average number of viewers of the awards ceremony was 31.4 million, which was 1.2 million lower than last year."

He lowered his voice: "The average number of viewers of this year's Grammy Awards exceeded that of the Oscars."

Martin said: "My pleasure."

 Martin was happy: "Because I am a mathematician, please call me Martin Goldbach."

  This year, it was surpassed by the Grammy Awards.

"Thank you to the college for recognizing me." It's easy to say a few good words. Martin's business praise is like the night wind outside at this moment, whistling: "Without the advice of many seniors in the college, I wouldn't be where I am today. Achievements, the college will always be the benchmark in the industry.”

 Martin asked: "Leo, you are the best at doing math problems, please give me the answer!"

This is good news for the Oscars, whose ratings are declining year by year. Tom Sherak couldn't help but nod: "Martin Davis's appeal and influence are already at the top level in the industry."

Tom Sherak’s face was a bit ugly. A few years ago, among the four major award ceremonies of Oscar, Grammy, Emmy and Tony Awards, Oscar had always been the leader.

The assistant said: "When the best actor was awarded during the highest viewing period, the peak audience was 39.4 million, which was 1.4 million more than last year."

  Tom Sherak likes Martin better than Leonardo next to him: "If you are interested someday, come to the executive committee and let's have a good chat."

 The current president of the college must be respected no matter what. People like Martin put an end to their nonsense.

 Leonardo looked at Martin: "You bastard, why do you always ask me to do math problems?"

 The people here are too mischievous. After a few brief polite words, Tom Sherak left here.

 The highest-rated time last year was also the Best Actor, and the winner was Leonardo.

 Tom Sherak asked: “How are the ratings?”

Tom Sherak came over, briefly greeted everyone, and said to Martin: "Congratulations on joining the ranks of the best actor Oscars."

Tom Sherak frowned.

His assistant came over at this time and said: "ABC's preliminary ratings statistics are out."

Meine reminded at this time: "Tom Sherak is here."

 This news could not be kept secret, and some people who were well-informed soon learned about it.

Nicholson was quite emotional: "Ten years ago, who would have thought that the Oscars would one day be surpassed by the Grammys."

He looked at Martin and Leonardo: "In these two Oscars, you two, the best actor with huge influence and strong market appeal, supported the stage and increased the number of people during the highest viewing period. Otherwise, the average Ratings figures will be even bleaker.”

 Leonardo is actually very clear: “The audience for films nominated for major awards is too small.”

  Martin agreed: "That's true." He pointed at Nicholson: "Most of the films competing for awards are not so much made for the audience as they are for you."

Nicholson does not deny this: "Today's Oscars are a typical example of judges forcing creations."

 Martin nodded slightly.

  The core composition of the old white men at the Oscars basically determines what kind of films can win major awards. Producers will naturally do what they like and shoot films that focus on nostalgia and tribute.

 Especially Harvey Weinstein, who is a typical example in this regard.

 In the past two years, the film that Martin did not see almost took nostalgia and tribute to the extreme.

 A black and white silent film, can you imagine this being the Oscar winner in the 2010s?

Leonardo asked Martin: "If you are asked to be the chairman of the executive committee, can you reverse this trend?"

“No.” Martin said truthfully: “Unless most of the judges are fired, but many of these judges are our friends and collaborators.”

Nicholson said: "In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see where the crux is."

After a private discussion with his two buddies, Martin had no scruples: "The rise of entertainment methods such as video games has caused movies to no longer be the main entertainment method for teenagers. If the Oscars no longer pay attention to the needs of young people, if they don't rush to let When he gets younger, Oscar will inevitably turn himself into a plaything of the minority and rot away day by day.”

 According to his memory, the Oscars are very bad now and will be even worse in a few years.

 Because after the decline of the old white male group, Oscar chose a more niche path. Martin drank a lot and went to the bathroom.

Coming out of the door, a middle-aged man came over and greeted him proactively: "Hi, Martin."

 Martin didn't recognize the other party, so he smiled and nodded as usual: "Hello."

The middle-aged man finally got a ticket to Oscar night. He was just promoting himself. He happened to meet Martin, so he simply didn’t go to the bathroom and introduced himself: "I am Denis Villeneuve, a screenwriter from Canada. and director.”

 He ​​knows the big guys are busy and needs to pique their interest as quickly as possible: "I'm the director of Scorched Earth, which was nominated for Best Foreign Language Film."

 Martin has not seen the movie, but he just attended the Oscars ceremony, and he is impressed by the title.

The other party approached him proactively, and Martin could roughly guess the purpose and asked directly: "Dennis, do you have a new movie project in hand?"

Villeneuve smiled: "Can I spare you a few minutes?"

 Martin pointed to a resting place where there were not many people: "Let's chat over there."

The two sat down and Villeneuve said: "A friend of mine wrote a script about drug control on the US-Mexico border. The two of us found several companies, but they were not very interested. It happened that I met you tonight. ”

  New directors are also difficult to deal with, and their difficulties are no less difficult than those of actors.

Villeneuve received the first draft of the script for "Scorched Earth", which was nominated for the best foreign language film, as early as 2003. When he wanted to make it into a movie, he approached multiple producers and production companies, and the script was approved by them. I changed the draft several times at my request, but what I got was red lights again and again.

It was not easy to reach a cooperation with Albatross Pictures. The latter's strength is limited. Needless to say, there are difficulties in raising funds.

More than eight years have passed before "Scorched Earth" was released in Canada.

Villeneuve is ambitious and no longer wants to cooperate with Albatross Pictures, which lacks funds.

 Martin owns a studio and has long been accustomed to this situation. He reached out his hand and asked, "Have you brought the script?"

Villeneuve opened his bag, took out a part of the printed manuscript, and put his business card on it: "This is the beginning of the script. The other part is with a friend. If you are interested, I can inform him."

 Martin nodded and accepted. This is not the time to read this tonight: "After I read it, whether it works or not, I will give you a clear answer."

 Villeneuve nodded repeatedly: "Okay."

 Leonardo, Nicholson and others were still waiting for him. After Martin passed by, he handed the script and business card to Bruce, looked at the time, and said loudly: "Guys, go to my place now and continue to celebrate."

Mene said: "I will empty the boss's wine cellar."

 Leonardo gave him a thumbs up: "You are awesome."

 There are at least hundreds of bottles of good wine in the wine cellar of Davis Manor.

The group left the Hilton Hotel and took a car to the Davis Manor located in the North District of Sunset Boulevard.

 A large number of paparazzi reporters followed.

Even if you can’t enter the community, you still need to take photos of what happens along the way.

 The top stars in Hollywood always lack recognition from professional awards. Leonardo spent more than ten years transforming himself from a handsome boy into a greasy middle-aged fat man, using the strategy of looking ugly to win the Best Actor.

 Martin Davis, however, seemed to have easily won this award through his science fiction film.

 Journalists desperately pursued news about Martin.

At about 10:30 in the evening, more than a dozen cars entered Davis Manor one after another.

 Elizabeth is getting ready for the party.

 Charlize Theron and the Stewart family next door have already arrived.

 Kristen Stewart also brought three thousand pieces of gold from the Stallone family.

 Saoirse Ronan and her mother send congratulations.

"Congratulations, Martin!" Lily took the Oscar statuette, looked at it, handed it to Saoirse Ronan, and hugged Martin with both arms: "You **** actually became an Oscar winner! When you were in Atlanta, you I laughed at you when you said you wanted to be an actor in Hollywood."

Martin felt two large soft things pressing on his chest. He was too familiar with Lily and knew that these were the fruits of twigs. He patted her back gently and said deliberately: "This award also belongs to you. If you didn’t laugh at me, I probably wouldn’t have come to Los Angeles.”

 Lily pushed him away: "Tsk, only ghosts will believe you."

It was then that Martin discovered that Lily’s hair was tied with a beautiful bow tied with shiny plastic strips, and asked: “Why is it tied with such a strange decoration?”

“I won’t tell you!” Lily winked playfully: “You’ll know in a moment.”

Elizabeth came over and said, "The guests are waiting for you."

 Martin took the wine glass she handed over, came to the banquet hall, and said a toast.

“Hey guys, let’s set off the fireworks!” Saoirse Ronan shouted to the girls who couldn’t drink and took them to the yard.

Soon, the sparks trailing the flames continued to fly up into the night sky of Beverly Hills with a roaring sound, blooming into colorful lights.

 (End of this chapter)