"You mean … I have to be ugly to show my acting skills?" Kate looked at Adriaan blankly, as if she didn't understand what he was talking about. The two of them were having afternoon tea in a cafe near the Brandenburg Gate.
"Because you're beautiful, Kate. Sometimes people are more likely to notice your appearance than your acting skills. They'll say that you're just a pretty face." Adriaan spread his hands.
"What about you? Do you think so too? "Kate bit her lip and asked unhappily.
"Of course not!" Adriaan laughed. "But people generally think so. It's become their consensus. It's unfair, but you have to accept it."
"That's why you arranged this role for me?" Carter couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes!" Adriaan looked at her carefully. "Of course, if you don't like it, I'll keep an eye out for other roles for you. The key is, what do you want, Kate? To gain people's approval by honing your acting skills? Or to enjoy the joy of acting? Even if you're studying at Cal Arts, you have to think about your own path. Do you want to be an actress or develop behind the scenes? "
Kate tilted her head and thought for a long time. Finally, she shrugged. "Alright, I understand. No matter what, after I graduate this year and apply to Cal Arts, we'll talk about it."
Adriaan couldn't help but laugh. He then waved his hand under Kate's gaze. "Then we'll talk about it later. It's rare that the weather is good today. Why don't we take a walk in Berlin?"
As mentioned in Venice last year, all film festivals were festivals in one way or another, and the Berlin Film Festival was no exception. Since it was a festival, they could definitely go around and have fun. Just like in Venice, Adrian took Kate around Berlin for five days. They didn't miss out on Alexanderplatz, the main street under the Linden tree, and other places that tourists must visit. They even made a trip to East Berlin and walked around the Berlin Wall that had yet to be demolished. Apart from the fact that the weather in Germany was still relatively cold in February, and they had to wear thicker clothes, as well as the occasional news about the Persian Gulf on TV, everything was fine.
As for the movie, he naturally threw it all to Laffern. This time, he was attending in the name of the film company, so Adriaan was more relaxed than when he was in Venice. This was the advantage of being a boss.
As one of the 11 A-level film festivals assessed by the International Film Producers Association, coupled with the fact that it was the first one to be held after Germany's reunification, the Berlin Film Festival still attracted many filmmakers from all over the world to participate despite the strong political atmosphere. Even if Adriaan hadn't heard of most of them, there were still a few that he knew.
"It's really … how do I put it … It's terrifying and outstanding. I never thought her acting would be so good … Oh my god, that's Lachesis!" Kate, who was holding hands with Adriaan as they walked out of the theater, suddenly saw a woman surrounded by a group of reporters on the street and couldn't help but scream.
"You should call her Ms. Judy Foster." Adriaan couldn't help but shake his head. "Don't make such a fuss, okay?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Kate grabbed his arm and pointed to another person who was surrounded. "Oh my god, Professor Hannibal!"
Finally, she heard Adriaan's voice and lowered her voice.
"Do you need to go over and get an autograph?" Adriaan asked jokingly.
"Well … No need." Kate finally came back to her senses and smiled a little embarrassedly. "I'm sorry, Eide. After all, I just watched the movie. It was too exciting, it's inevitable that I'm a little …"
"I know, it's okay. It's indeed a wonderful work. I dare say that it will be one of the best works in the United States this year. Maybe it will even win an Oscar for Best Film." Adriaan made a gesture that it was nothing, then he thought of something and laughed. "However, Director Daimi might be criticized by some feminists."
"Why?" Kate asked curiously. At the same time, another voice rang out. "Why?"
Adriaan turned his head in the direction of the voice. A middle-aged man with slender eyes and a beard was standing diagonally behind him, looking at him curiously.
"May I ask who you are?" Adriaan felt that the man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.
"Jonathan Daimi," the man said his name with a smile.
Adriaan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. "So it's Director Daimi. I'm really sorry. I hope you don't think that I'm targeting you."
"It's okay." The man smiled and waved his hand. "You can call me Jonathan. I just want to know why you came to this conclusion — by the way, you are?"
"Adrian Kewell," Adriaan introduced, "this is my girlfriend, Kate Beckinsale."
"Adrian Kewell? That genius director?! "Jonathan looked surprised, as if he couldn't believe it.
"I think so … by the way, which newspaper is it from?" Adriaan rubbed his chin and looked at Kate.
Kate, who was holding his arm more intimately because of the words "my girlfriend" just now, thought for a moment and said, "The Los Angeles Times!"
On the day of the screening of "Fragmentary Memory", the reporters who surrounded Adriaan were all tabloid reporters. The next day, these newspapers only focused on speculating about the plot and making exaggerated interpretations of Denis and the others' answers. However, it didn't mean that there weren't other well-known film critics watching the screening that day.
"This is not an ordinary film. There are a lot of movies that use flashbacks, but there aren't many films like 'Fragmentary Memory' that can make people think deeply. If you think that this film is like the one Adriaan made a few months ago, full of vulgarities and dark humor, then you're wrong. Although 'Fragmentary Memory' has a lot of vulgarities, believe me, it's nothing compared to 'Two Smoking Pipes'.
Okay, I'm just kidding. Next, let's talk about Adriaan's new film. In a nutshell, the hero of the story suffers from rare amnesia. He can only remember what happened within a few minutes, so he doesn't know if he's chasing someone or being chased. For him, life is fragmented, but in this fragmented life, he always thinks about revenge for his dead wife.
It sounds like a very cliché story, but Adriaan tells it in his own way. There are a total of two lines, a colorful flashback and a black and white narrative, and they're going on at the same time. At the beginning, you might feel a little confused and confused, but as the story develops, you'll unconsciously be attracted. Please forgive me for not revealing more about the plot. I can only say that if this story is told in a narrative, then it will be very mediocre, but after Adriaan uses a special method to edit it, it immediately becomes different, especially when the ending is revealed.
This is a very complicated work that requires constant thinking. If you want to experience a storm of thinking, then wait until the movie is released. Although I haven't met the director, Adrian Kewell, with his ability to produce two similar but different works in such a short period of time, he can be called a genius. "
This was the film review by the famous American film critic, Ronnie Gross. It was published on the second page of the entertainment section of the Los Angeles Times two days after the release of "Fragmented Memory." Although the Los Angeles Times and the Los Angeles Evening News were only slightly different, the former was one of the three major newspapers in the United States, and the Los Angeles Evening News could not compare.
As early as when "Two Smokers" was released last year, Gross praised it as a good story, and because of this, he became a little interested in Adriaan. Therefore, after going to Berlin to attend the film festival, he specially attended the premiere of "Fragmented Memory."
After Gross' film review was published, reporters and film critics from other countries also expressed their views. Although there were always a few negative reviews, there were more voices of praise. The ingenious editing of "Fragmented Memory" not only opened people's eyes, but the content of the story also had a certain depth, so naturally, it was liked by film critics.
Now that Adriaan was no longer the rookie director he was a few months ago, the published film reviews naturally did not stay in the corner of the last page like the one in Venice. Therefore, more people paid attention to it, and Jonathan Demi was one of them.
"Yesterday, I happened to go to the Rohlserlian Theater to see your 'Fragmented Memory.' It was very exquisite, and completely worthy of the title of genius," Jonathan Demi said with a serious expression.
"You flatter me, Director Demi. Your 'Silence of the Lambs' is much better than mine. Not only did you completely grasp the context of the novel, but you also added a lot of details that couldn't be expressed in the novel. Coupled with the superb acting skills of Mr. Hopkins and Ms. Foster, I believe that it is definitely one of the strongest contenders for this year's Oscar for Best Film!" Adriaan said respectfully.
Jonathan laughed happily, and he couldn't help but like Adriaan a little more.
"Call me Jonathan, Adriaan." Jonathan reached out his hand and shook hands with him. "Nice to meet you."
"Me too, Jonathan." Adriaan smiled and nodded.
"Just now, you said that this film might cause criticism from feminists. May I know why?" Jonathan said as he looked around at the noisy crowd, and then changed the topic. "Why don't we go somewhere else, Adriaan. Our crew is having a small party at the Concord Hotel. I wonder if you and Miss Kate would like to attend?"
Adriaan looked at Kate beside him, and then at Anthony Hopkins, Jodie Foster, and the others who had already shaken off the reporters and fans not far away.
"My pleasure," he said to Jonathan.
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