"Oh my god! Qin Guan is the one walking with Director Zhang on the red carpet! That's amazing!"
While the reporter was busy snapping photos, he watched the two of them walk away. While he was talking to himself, an interested cameraman turned his head and asked about it.
"A reporter from China? Do you know that actor? "
The reporter felt proud to see an actor from his country being interviewed. He started to flatter Qin Guan without hesitation.
"I know him, of course I know him. This actor is one of China's top male models. This is nothing. In just a month or two, he has acted in several high-budget TV dramas. His viewership ratings are very high."
"Wow!" The foreigner on the side took a deep breath. The image of a Chinese superstar flashed in his mind as he listened to the reporter's spittle flying everywhere.
"Amazing …" The foreign reporter on the other side gave a thumbs up to the reporter from Xinlang, while the reporter on the other side raised his head proudly.
Although I had embellished the story a little, it was basically true.
By then, Qin Guan and Zhang Yimou had reached the backstage area of the red carpet and left their signatures on the backstage board.
"This way, please …" A security guard in a gray suit opened the fence at the corner of the street, allowing the celebrities who had just finished walking the red carpet to pass through to the guest waiting area.
When Qin Guan and Director Zhang arrived at the VIP area, they realized how spacious it was.
A curtain was drawn at the entrance of the theater, and a temporary roof to protect against the sun was supported by a metal frame. Celebrities in expensive gowns were all gathered in this small venue, chatting.
There was a huge backstage board in the VIP area, where the official media of the Oscars were located. Only US TV stations with independent broadcasting rights were qualified to set up live broadcasting equipment there.
The organizers were still playing the game of "Eagle Catches the Chicks". They walked back and forth among the bustling crowd, trying to find the stars and talent who were still in the camera.
A few famous directors didn't escape from the other party either. They obediently stood next to the backdrop and took pictures in front of the two-meter-tall golden trophy.
Qin Guan and Zhang Yimou stood under the golden statue. This was the first time Qin Guan had the urge to take a selfie with his phone.
Although Qin Guan's desire for commercial films was not as strong as that for indie films, it was still an award that represented the highest level in the world. Qin Guan's heart skipped a beat under such an atmosphere.
It was a pity that a cell phone couldn't be inserted into his trousers. Sister Xue couldn't follow him anymore.
One day, I will hold the little golden man in my hand and not just take pictures in front of this commemorative statue.
Qin Guan's ambition couldn't be hidden from Director Zhang, who was also longing for the Oscars.
After the shoot, the two of them retreated to the side of the set at the same time. They glanced at the abstract little golden man, then at each other, tacitly understanding each other.
The rays of the setting sun were still struggling, hoping to leave a little more warmth for this West Coast city. Under the arrangement of the organizing committee, the people in the guest area had already handed over their invitation cards and entered the venue one by one.
The stage of the Dolby Theatre had been decorated with a light blue floor and beautiful crystal curtains. The red chairs and the red carpet were in sharp contrast to the audience.
The audience sat neatly, and this year's host, Steve Martin, stood on the stage with a solemn expression.
"At the beginning of the grand award ceremony, all of us, the media and actors, should make our own statements on the wrong war."
"Because this year's award ceremony is too close to the date of the Iraq War, everyone's mood is heavy."
You don't have to tell us, we all know. Just look at the black crows below the stage. In previous years, the actresses at the Oscars competed for beauty. This year's actresses didn't even dare to hang a set of gorgeous jewelry around their necks.
Thanks to Steve Martin's humorous hosting skills, the award ceremony finally livened up.
The awards were announced step by step.
The highlight of the awards was announced, and the musical "Chicago" beat out "Gangs of New York", "The Lord of the Rings 2" and "The Pianist" to win the Best Picture award.
As the executive director of Miramax Pictures, the wrinkles on this old man's face were almost like a swaying flower.
With his excellent performance in "The Pianist", Adrian Brody won the Best Actor Award without any suspense.
Holding the 13.5-inch, 3.9-kilogram trophy in his hand, Brody was so excited that he couldn't control himself for a long time.
The cameraman followed the director's instructions and took a long, meaningful shot of another actor who was also competing for the award.
Nicolas Cage was smiling calmly on the screen, but even Qin Guan, who was sitting in the back row, could feel the disappointment of the actor.
For American actors, winning an Oscar was a lifelong dream. It was a goal they had been striving for since childhood. It was also the dream of millions of people in the entertainment industry.
A good script, a good director, a good investment, a good distribution, the taste of the audience, and the direction of the country could affect too many things. Too many people had fallen heroically in front of this golden body.
Sitting in his red chair, Qin Guan let out a sigh of relief. The actress on the stage was Catherine Zeta-Jones, whom he had met once on the red carpet.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia The British actress, who had always been criticized by critics for using her body to act, had finally proved her worth at the Oscars.
When the host, Martin, saw that Zetajones had won the Little Golden Statuette, he was so excited that he couldn't help but hug his husband tightly. Suddenly, a look of jealousy appeared on the stage.
"Movie stars can play all kinds of roles. I admire them, admire them, but sometimes I'm not satisfied with them. For example, some of them can only work with their wives."
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