"Previously, during the test screening, a film critic called this movie an out-and-out feminist work. What do you think of it?"
"Why did you make this film? It's so different from the previous films?"
"According to the people who attended the test screening, all the male characters were marginalized. Is it because of you?"
Facing these aggressive reporters, I felt a little annoyed and annoyed. However, I had to pull myself together to deal with them. "I just wanted to change the theme and try different kinds of movies. That's all."
However, it didn't stop them. Quite the contrary, it made them even more talkative. It gave me a headache. Although I had tried several times, why couldn't I deal with them?
Fortunately, a hand patted my shoulder. "Hey, guys, it's not good to treat a lady like this."
The reporters smiled embarrassedly. Then, their eyes twinkled as they presented the items in their hands to him. "Mr. Kewell …"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I could finally exhale in relief. However, after a few seconds, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the theater. "I'm sorry, guys. The premiere is about to start. Let's talk about this later."
We walked for a long time. After we entered the theater and left the reporters behind, he looked at me and laughed. "My dear, you can't do this. It's been so long, and you haven't learned how to deal with those guys yet."
"I'm not like you. I have dozens of years of experience," I said bluntly.
"But since you've chosen this path, you have to learn how to deal with them." He chuckled again. Seeing my face turn pale, he changed the topic. "Oh yeah, the reporters didn't ask any strange questions, right?"
"Fortunately, they were all about the movie. There weren't any stupid questions like last time, asking me if I was your new girlfriend." I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
He laughed. His happy face made me want to punch him. Unfortunately, we were in a public place. I could only glare at him and gritted my teeth. "Dad!"
"Oh, my dear, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Dad finally stopped, although his shoulders were still twitching. "But don't worry, they have already sent that guy to Fiji to be a foreign correspondent. There will never be such an idiot in the future, I promise."
Looking at how he was trying to hold back his laughter, I could only sigh and hold his arm as we continued to walk in.
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lily, Lily Beckinsale Kewell. I'm 26 years old this year, and I've just released the fourth film that I've directed. It's a film that's completely female. Yes, yes, the daughter of the famous or infamous Adrian Kewell in Hollywood. The person next to me was my father. Although he was already in his fifties, he looked like he was in his forties at most. No matter when, he was full of masculine charm. It was very easy … to attract women, especially when coupled with talent and power …
My father has many titles, such as the most talented screenwriter, the most sought after producer, the super director who is good at creating miracles, and in private, only people close to him will call him the King of Hollywood, etc. But the most widely known title is still the playboy! When I was very young, I remembered that besides my mother, there were many aunties. Many of them were very good to me, and I got along well with them. For example, Aunt Charley. I liked to chat with her the most. I would tell her many things that I didn't want to tell my mother and father. She was also very willing to help me.
As a result, by the time I realized that my family environment wasn't quite right, I had already gotten used to it. Alright, I had gotten used to it. However, I couldn't imagine how my mother and the other aunties could get used to it.
"You have to know, Lily, that your father is a very scary person. He can control people's hearts. He plays us in the palm of his hand, and we can't resist him." This was my mother's answer. Of course, she had a smile on her face. It was really annoying. As for the others, Aunt Sarah, Aunt Yini, Aunt Monica, and so on, their answers were almost the same as my mother's. It was definitely impossible to say that it wasn't discussed beforehand. In the end, it was Aunt Charley who slightly solved my confusion.
"Your father is very talented, and he knows how to coax women. He also has an insight into people's hearts. He can easily grasp other people's weaknesses and use them." That was what she said.
Alright, I admit that my father was indeed very talented. Let's not talk about the "Matrix" trilogy, "Lord of the Rings" trilogy, and so on. I remember that about ten years ago, he had been directing artistic movies for my mother and the aunties. This type of movie usually didn't have a high box office, so some reporters who couldn't find a topic to talk about made fun of him for not being able to produce commercial movies. In the end, he easily produced "Inception" with Uncle Nat and his wife, and Emma Watson, and everyone shut their mouths.
After that, he directed and produced the "Daredevil" trilogy for Marvel Comics, which was very sensational. He created a new genre of superheroes, and forcefully made Daredevil, a second-tier superhero, one of the most popular. Many people kept digging into the meaning, and some even said that the third installment was alluding to the subprime mortgage crisis. The only one who wasn't too happy was Marvel Comics, because the overly realistic style made them unable to add Daredevil into the Avengers.
However, my father wasn't very happy. In private, he once said that this series was actually more suitable for Batman as the main character. I didn't quite understand. If he felt that Batman's identity as a tycoon was more ironic in the subprime mortgage crisis, then Daredevil's identity as a lawyer wasn't bad either. That's what some critics said.
So, I think that he was actually trying to be lazy. If he really wanted to adapt the Batman series, Warner would definitely welcome it with both hands. Even if they were surprised or dissatisfied, they wouldn't say anything. So, even though I often wondered why my father didn't manage the company and completely handed it over to Uncle Claude, and did not do his job properly, I had to admit that he was indeed the greatest director and producer in Hollywood.
If this was a little vague, then the four Best Director awards at home weren't fake. In addition, there were also the Best Actress awards for my mother and the aunties. Even if public relations played a big role, it wouldn't work if he didn't have the ability. Also, he had won Best Screenplay, whether it was adapted or original, and was still often nominated. It was the same for Best Director. He had already received more than a dozen nominations since the very beginning. He had long broken the record for the Best Director nomination. Looking at this, if he continued to direct, he might even get the Best Director award — but that was impossible.
According to my father, winning four was already the limit. He had already broken several records, and the Film school wouldn't let him continue. However, he could make up for it in other areas, such as Best Foreign Language Film.
About ten years ago, probably because "The Undertaker" was nominated for Best Foreign Language Film but didn't win, he was a little unhappy. So, a few years later, my father directed another movie, a movie about the changes in the mainland of China. It was called … Piano Made of Steel? I don't know why, but after the movie was released, it didn't please both sides. The mainland film critics said that he had moved the American middle-class inspirational genre to the mainland, while the North American film critics said that he was trying to please the mainland government. It was strange. Although I didn't quite understand some parts because of the cultural difference, the inspirational feeling was very good, especially the scene where a few old workers built a piano under the powerful background music. It was very tense.
Interestingly, the box office of the movie was quite high in China. Although the number of screenings in North America was small, the ratio was still very good. Then, it won Best Foreign Language Film at the Oscars. I thought the film critics must have been very happy, but my father didn't think so. He said that the Film school did this mainly to disgust the Chinese … Okay, I don't like politics.
Anyway, the reason why I picked up the microphone was probably related to this.
"Lily!" After entering the front hall of the theater, I heard a surprised voice. Then, two figures rushed over.
"Hey, Deva, Juliet!" I smiled and hugged my sisters. Deva was Aunt Monica's and my father's child, while Juliet was Aunt Sophie's and my father's child.
Speaking of this, I began to feel depressed again. I think in the entire Los Angeles, the entire United States, and even the entire world, no one has more sisters than me. Do you remember what I said before? My father is a playboy. Apart from my mother, I have many aunts, and the women I call aunts … all had children with my father!
Only a few people don't have children. For example, Aunt Charley. I once asked her why. You have to know that even Aunt Sarah and Aunt Liv, who insisted on not having children, were eventually impregnated by my father. However, Aunt Charley always insisted on not having children. It was said that … Um … My father tried to get her pregnant with a torn raincoat several times, but he always saw through it.
"If I gave birth to a boy, he might become like your father; if I gave birth to a girl, she might meet a man like your father." Aunt Charley said.
Seriously … I really want to ask, if that's the case, why did you stay by my father's side for so many years? Of course, when Aunt Charley said this, she definitely didn't think that sometimes … Girls can also do certain things.
In short, my father is such an extreme playboy. He is still unmarried, but he can make many women, including my mother, stay by his side, and they are willing to get pregnant and have children for him. Maybe they are not willing, but who cares? Just like Aunt Richel, her relationship with my father is very strange. Although it's not the strangest — I can't say it — she still gave birth to a child for him.
No one said anything about this. At first, there might be some, but later on, it all disappeared. Just like what my father always said, if you do something to the extreme, no matter how dissatisfied others are, they can't say it. A playboy like him who can keep many women by his side and give birth to a bunch of children, he is indeed the first in the world.
So I have many sisters, a dozen or dozens? Oh, please, don't make me count. I am very glad that I am the eldest daughter. Otherwise, I will definitely go crazy if I am sandwiched between a lot of sisters. Maybe you will ask, what does a dozen or dozens of sisters mean, then I will tell you … Ahem, although my father has children with many women, but … but … they are all daughters.
This matter has been a joke in Hollywood for a long time. As an unparalleled playboy, Adrian Kewell actually gave birth to daughters. It is really ridiculous. As for why it is like this, from a mystical point of view, God felt that he has been with too many women, so he made his children all daughters as compensation to the world — this is simply bullsh * t, I don't want to make any compensation for that bad old man.
You can never imagine how bad my father can be at times. I remember very clearly. Anyway, when I was 15 years old, it was the time when I was young and impulsive. Coupled with all kinds of idealism, it caused me to be very dissatisfied with the environment at home. Although I got along well with Auntie Charley and the others, there were still a lot of relationships with ordinary women. I always felt that my mother tolerated them to accommodate my father, so in protest, I proposed to move out.
Of course, my father didn't agree, but it was not a problem for me. You have to know that I have fought with him countless times since I was young — Alright, I admit, my father still spoiled me. In short, I was very careful and tried to use words to push him until he was almost speechless. You can never imagine how he would turn the tables.
He changed the topic and talked about how difficult it was to raise me, as if he was wronged. At first, I was very calm, but then he took out a photo. It was a photo that he kept in his wallet and always carried with him. It was probably taken when I was a few months old. He raised me up high, and I smiled happily, while his face … Yes … That … Yes … That's it.
I almost went crazy with anger. God, why do I have such a father! Especially during dinner, in front of all the aunties and little sisters … I know, this time was my choice, but … At that moment, I really wanted to jump up and bite him, although I haven't done that for a long time. Of course, I didn't do that. Seven or eight years old can do that, but fourteen or fifteen years old is too stupid. So in the end, I bit my lips and glared at him fiercely for a long time, then I snickered and left angrily.
No one sympathized with me, not even my mother, because … She felt that I should be proud. I understand, I understand very well. I heard some stories about my father and mother from Auntie Charley. My mother obviously felt that it was great that I was able to do what she couldn't do in the past. Alright, mom, I understand your feelings, but … Damn it! In short, this matter was left unsettled.
Just like what I always said when I was young, my father is a big bad guy! A very, very big bad guy!
Let's not talk about this, let's get back to the main topic. Previously, from a mystical point of view, from a scientific point of view, that is … How should I put it, among men's little tadpoles, those with the Y gene live longer than those with the X gene. Even though my father's … is said to be very strong, but he is often promiscuous … Oh, let's stop here, I really don't want to talk about this.
In short, I have more and more little sisters. Not only do the aunties who are close to me have their own children, those who aren't close to me have their own children too, such as Alexander Ambrosio and Miranda Kerr. Other than that, those in the Asian circle, Li Zi, Lin Zhiling, and so on, none of them were left behind. I don't know why, but they always like to form a small independent circle. If we're talking about not getting along well, isn't Auntie Youjihui doing fine at home?
Cough cough, this has nothing to do with me, and I'm not interested in talking about this. At least their children don't form an independent circle, everyone … gets along quite well. In this current situation, it doesn't matter if there is a boy or not. I don't know if Uncle Claude was influenced or something, but his first child was also a daughter. He only had a son a few years later, and he is only seven years old now.
The little fellow is very cute, but every time he comes to our place, my little sisters always play with him to their hearts' content. There were many times when Carice and Alice would dress him up as a little girl and drag him out for a walk. The pitiful Albert is unable to resist at all, and every time he is played with, his eyes are filled with tears, to the point where he refuses to come over to play even if he dies. This child must have left an indelible shadow in his heart.
If my father has a boy, such encounters will only increase, not decrease. Even with my father's protection, he won't be able to escape.
"This is your fourth work. Do you have any thoughts, Lily?" Juliet asked, giggling.
"What else can I have, it's just like that." I shrugged.
"Don't be so perfunctory, Lily, we are asking you very seriously," Deva immediately chimed in with a dissatisfied tone, echoing Juliet's words very well.
They were basically conceived at the same time, born at the same time, only a few minutes apart, plus eating and sleeping together for more than ten years, they are more like twins, naturally their relationship is extremely good, but …
"Help me out, I have already dealt with the reporters outside, don't make me talk about this," I complained bitterly.
"That's right, be considerate of your sister and change the topic," my father spoke up for me, "Juliet, how's the progress of your photography?"
"Dad always defends sister." Deva and Juliet rolled their eyes together, then giggled. Only at times like this would they call me sister.
"Deva's condition has always been good, you will see it soon," Juliet replied, then held Deva's arm intimately.
Just like how I became a director, Juliet and Deva also had their own careers, and just like their lives, they complemented each other. Juliet became a photographer, and now had a bit of a reputation in the industry, but Deva was even more famous, she became a model, and the two of them working together was a different scene in the industry.
"That's great, I will definitely give a good review." My father revealed a naughty smile, and Juliet immediately leaned back vigilantly. Generally speaking, as long as he made this gesture, it was definitely not a good thing.
But before he could continue, an annoyed voice interrupted, "You should deal with the things at hand first, Eide!"
Then, a golden-haired girl in an OL uniform appeared in front of us, and she glared at my father, then greeted us, "Hi, Lily, Deva, Juliet, sorry to disturb you, I can't help it."
She sighed helplessly, and when she looked at my father, she seemed very angry. My father had to appease her, "Alright, Anna, I apologize. This is indeed my problem, but I've read most of the documents, haven't I?"
This was my father's third secretary, Anna Sophia Robert, who was only two years older than me. Ever since Aunt Yini went to Universal as an executive, she was chosen by my father as his secretary, and she had been in this position for almost ten years. Being my father's secretary was actually a good place to train people, and the women who were qualified for this position were all very capable, just like Aunt Charley, who had been transferred to AC Media as an executive two years ago. Although my father might have wanted to resign and give the position to Uncle Claude, and choose a more suitable CEO, Aunt Charley's ability was not to be underestimated.
For example, the children in the family all had their own small circles. For example, I was closer to Deva, Juliet, and Mary. The only person that every child liked, besides my father, was only Aunt Charley.
Of course, to get this position, there was a price to pay. That's right, just like Aunt Charley and Aunt Yini, I had to accompany them from the company to home, and then to bed.
"I did read it, but you didn't sign it! I had to drive home first to drop off the pile of things, and then come here to inform you. Don't tell me about calling to inform you. If I don't pressure you face to face, you won't care at all. These will be used tomorrow! "Anna said with some anger, looking at him with a sullen look.
My father's three female secretaries were all very unique. Aunt Charley loved to be sarcastic, and sometimes her words were so sharp that people couldn't look directly at her. Aunt Yini was a little proud, and often didn't mean what she said. She always liked to beat around the bush. Anna, on the other hand, was outspoken, and often complained and criticized directly. Every time, she would only stop when my father admitted his mistakes.
But in any case, my father had a very good relationship with them, especially Aunt Charley. Although I didn't want to admit it, sometimes she did surpass my mother a little. Aunt Yini was a little less, but she also had a very close relationship with my father. Her concern could be heard in those roundabout words. Anna was again, but as long as you saw her rush over, you would know that her relationship with my father was even stronger than that of many women. Being able to do anything for my father was the biggest thing they had in common.
"Alright, alright. Thank you, Anna." Her father put his arm around her waist with a smile and pulled her forward. Anna, who was about to say something, immediately shut her mouth. She frowned and looked away hesitantly.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes and not look at it. Then, I started chatting with Deva and the others.
"I heard that Mary is going to open her own restaurant. I don't know how many people will want to try the food cooked by the daughter of the famous Hollywood King."
"Why would people go to the restaurant for the daughter of the Hollywood King, but not to try Mary's cooking? She cooks really well. "
"Because she is indeed the daughter of the Hollywood King. This is a fact that can't be changed."
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