As soon as Steve Martin finished speaking, all the actors and directors stared at Michael Daglas, who was hugging Zeta Jones. It was the 2000 Oscar Best Actor Oscar winner, Michael Daglas.
Then a burst of earth-shattering laughter rang out, almost turning the theater upside down. Douglas, who was 20 years older than the glamorous girl in his arms, had only won his first Oscar after marrying Zeta Jones, and he had won it in one go, the Best Actor Award.
It was not an exaggeration to say that he had won the award because of his wife's luck. An old man with a young wife was full of energy!
Qin Guan was speechless. Only experienced actors and actresses who were familiar with the American film industry would be confused by the sudden appearance of the car at the ceremony.
The atmosphere calmed down. As the big screen on the stage changed, Director Zhang Yimou couldn't help but straighten his back. Finally, it was time for the final battle of this year's Academy Awards.
"Let's take a look at the 75th Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film. The nominees are: 'The Sins of Father Amaro' from Mexico, 'No Place to Call Home' from Germany, 'The Man Without a Past' from Finland, 'Zus &&& Zo' from Netherlands, and 'Hero' from China."
As the host's voice rang out, the big screen began to play the highlights of each film whose name had been read.
When it came to 'Hero', the solemn palace of Qin Dynasty appeared on the screen. Li Lianjie looked solemn. Red silk, yellow sand and white pear blossoms floated down.
Unlike Western films, the behind-the-scenes footage was unique and eye-catching among the foreign films. Even the experienced directors couldn't help but take a second look at it.
It was a pity that the behind-the-scenes footage of each film lasted no more than ten seconds. Before people could get a glimpse of it, the mysterious veil was hastily covered.
The screen closed, and Martin opened the envelope containing the final results. The microphone opened and closed in tandem with his lips, "The winner of the 75th Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film is … Home Nowhere … Germany!"
Carolyn Lynk, who was sitting two rows in front of Director Zhang Yimou, hugged the producer beside her tightly after hearing that her film had won an award.
This biographical film, also known as "Trapped in Africa", used the female director's very delicate and unique perspective to express the cruelty brought about by the war in the way of love.
The reason why it was able to win the Oscar for the best foreign language film this year was also closely related to the current state of war in the United States. It was also the trauma brought about by the war, which made people feel the same.
Qin Guan didn't want to show his face in front of the camera.
Director Zhang Yimou was expressionless, but when he looked at his foreign colleague, his eyes were filled with unspeakable envy.
He had been longing for this award for many years, and it was also an affirmation of his career. Regret, disappointment, dejection, and confusion mixed together. All sorts of feelings welled up in his heart.
As a man, there was an old saying, "Men don't cry easily". The Chinese man didn't know how to express his feelings though.
There was only silence. This was the closest he had ever been to an Oscar. He had tried his best.
Unfortunately, all sorts of circumstances had come together and caused him to miss out on his most recent chance to win an award.
The rest of the time was endless peace for Zhang Yimou and Qin Guan. It was as if a whirlpool had formed around them. The awards and the witty remarks had nothing to do with them.
The starry sky outside the Academy Awards Theater became brighter and brighter. When a group of happy and disappointed people walked out of the theater, the place that had been noisy all day finally returned to peace.
Sister Xue, who was watching the live broadcast from outside the venue, finally found her family among the dispersing crowd.
Director Zhang Yimou subconsciously looked at the night sky of the United States. He gently raised his head and covered his eyes with the back of his hand.
"What's wrong? How can the stars hurt your eyes? "Sister Xue looked up at the stars in the sky.
Zhang Weiping, who had been thinking about how to comfort his good friend, wanted to laugh at Sister Xue's words.
The depressing atmosphere was lightened by Sister Xue's jesting.
Director Zhang Yimou didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Thinking about it carefully, he was already luckier than most filmmakers.
He had stood on the Avenue of Stars, attended the Oscars, and been nominated for the highest award.
This was also the place where his dream would continue. Cheers for the Chinese filmmakers, cheers for the millions of directors in China.
"Let's have a drink in a bar in Los Angeles!"
"That's right. It's such a grand feast, but without the help of supper, I feel regretful …"
"There's food over there. Let's fill our stomachs first!"
This group of unreliable people wearing the most expensive gowns finally couldn't resist the protest of their stomachs and the temptation of the street food. They didn't care about the gazes of the people around them at all. They went to the mobile dining car and ordered their signature food, Mexican tortillas.
This was the most delicious and affordable food in the mobile dining car in Los Angeles, the City of Angels.
Tito's Taco only cost 20 dollars, and you could buy a big box full of it. For Mexican boys in Los Angeles, this was a childhood feast.
Qin Guan, Director Zhang and the others took the plastic pancakes and ate them heartily at the entrance of the Duke Theater, which had yet to disperse.
The base of this mobile dining car's corn pancake was not made using the traditional method of tanning dry corn flour. Instead, it was made using the grinding of fresh corn kernels, which made the baked brown bottom of the pancake more sweet and chewy.
The tortilla was sprinkled with New Orleans barbecue, fresh red onions, green and green peppers, and a little chives and pepper, which made the tortilla even more surprising.
The other movie stars swallowed hard when they saw him take a bite. How could that Asian man eat the taco so well?
The meat was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Finally, the best juice flowed out of the meat as he bit into it.
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