America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 1007 - 904 Best Director_3
Chapter 1007: Chapter 904: Best Director_3
Chapter 1007 -904: Best Director_3
The servant brought over some wine and a fruit platter.
Suddenly, Mene shouted excitedly, “We’ve got another key award!”
Chad, Marcus, and Chen Hu all stood up and applauded.
Marcus even said loudly, “That bastard Bradt got an Oscar, he’s buying us dinner tomorrow!”
“Why not today?” asked Chen Hu.
Mene poured drinks for everyone and said, “Because after the award ceremony, we’re going to Martin’s to celebrate!”
“Shh—” Chad raised his finger to his lips.
Everyone understood and fell silent about it.
The women also turned their heads toward the television; it turned out the screenwriter of “Joker,” Bradt, had won Best Screenplay!
…
In Atlanta, at her newly moved-in house, Elena also sat in front of the television.
Holle, wearing a baseball cap, paced back and forth, tossing a baseball in his hand.
“Can’t you sit down?” complained Harris.
“The trainer won’t let me sit for long; told me to keep moving,” said Holle, now an MLB star, who had just recovered from a minor injury.
Hearing the next announcement on the live broadcast, Elena shouted, “Both of you idiots, shut up! The award is about to be presented.”
Although Holle and Harris had long grown up, their sister’s authority and repression were always there, and the two immediately stopped talking and turned their gazes to the television.
Holle murmured, “There’s a change this year; Best Director is presented before the Best Actor and Actress.”
Harris, who had spent some time in Hollywood with Martin, said, “Is this the Academy’s reform for Hollywood? Just adjusting the order of the awards…”
Elena’s gaze swept over them, and the noise instantly vanished.
…
At the Dolby Theatre, Tom Cruise took the stage as a presenter.
Leonardo spoke softly, “Don’t be nervous; you’re young. If you’re an underdog, there’s always next year.”
Martin spoke just as quietly, “Even if I lost, when it comes to the number of little gold men, you still have fewer than me.”
Leonardo’s mouth twitched, and he fell silent.
Nicholson shook his head, “What’s the point of provoking him? You’re clearly the worst at the Oscars.”
Leonardo swore that next year, he would definitely not sit next to these two jerks.
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Denzel Washington also had his hopes, flipping over his dark hand and feeling that he had some advantages.
Mel Gibson was indifferent about it all, knowing the squids would never let him win.
One day, he would write a script, make a movie, exposing the squids’ true nature, slaughtering them all.
Tom Cruise introduced the five nominated directors one by one, looked down at the envelope, and with a smile said, “There won’t be a mistake this time; it says Best Director right here.”
He flipped the envelope, allowing the main camera to catch a glimpse of the title, then pulled out the card, looked at it only once, and announced, “The Best Director is ‘Joker’s’ director, Martin Davis!”
There was no surprise, no suspense, just like the vast majority of Oscar prizes, the guild award winner was the Oscar winner.
Applause erupted, exceptionally enthusiastic.
Martin got up, hugged Leonardo, Nicholson, and others, and strode toward the stage.
At Beverly Hills, Davis Estate.
“We won! We won—”
Lily celebrated with a hug with Elizabeth first, then ran out of the villa, shouting towards the lawn, “Set off the fireworks! Do it now!”
As the booms sounded, countless fireworks exploded over Beverly Hills.
At the mansion in Malibu, Mene had already popped open the prepared champagne, poured a glass for everyone, and said, “Congratulations to Martin for winning, and to our new movie’s big sales!”
Chad, Marcus, Chen Hu, and the ladies, including Celine Dion, raised their glasses in celebration.
In the mansion in Atlanta, as soon as Martin’s name was heard, Holle excitedly threw the baseball he was holding, and it smashed into a window, shattering the glass upon impact.
Harris said, “You have a pretty unique way of celebrating.”
“No repeat performance!” Elena said with a face full of happy smiles, not minding the broken glass at all.
Holle said, “I’m just so happy for Martin winning, I’ll have someone replace it tomorrow.”
Harris glanced at the broken window, saw the sky lit up with bright lights, and said, “Fireworks.”
Holle and Elena both looked in that direction, and the latter said, “That must be from the direction of the Cola Cult Headquarters, probably set off by Robert and his group.”
…
Meanwhile, inside the Dolby Theatre.
From the back of the auditorium, there came a thunderous sound.
It turned out that countless ordinary audience members had spontaneously stood up clapping.
The wave of people surged toward the media and VIP seats, with even more standing up.
The whole audience stood up, giving an ovation!
Martin walked onto the stage, took the Oscar statuette from Tom Cruise’s hand, and nodded, “Thank you.”
Tom Cruise immediately stepped aside.
“Thank you to the Academy, thank you to the judges for their recognition,” Martin started with the obligatory thanks, then sped up his speech, “I’m a rookie director who faced numerous difficulties making this film. Many people helped me; Nolan and David Fincher are the best teachers, Steve Downton is the best assistant, and Louise, you’ve given me peace of mind… I want to thank them, thank every member of the ‘Joker’ crew, thank my company, the agents, and PR team, thank everyone I’ve met in my life!”
Realizing time was running out, he then looked toward where his old buddies were, “Jack, I’m not going to thank you because you always like to knock me down. Leo, wish you luck.”
The cameras immediately panned to them.
After leaving the stage, Martin didn’t depart but stood at the backstage entrance, waiting for the other award results.
Brie Larson came on stage, holding the envelope to present the Best Actor award.
The “Joker” crew hadn’t filed for this category.
Without any surprises, Leonardo, who had swept the precursor awards and won the Screen Actors Guild Best Actor, won Best Actor for “The Revenant.”
Leonardo entered the backstage holding the statuette and immediately saw Martin, hurrying over to fist-bump.
After a quick fist bump, the two hugged each other, congratulating one another.
Martin said, “There’s one more award to see who will win.”
Leonardo replied, “Whoever loses has to throw the grandest party of the year.”
Martin agreed, “No problem.”
At this time, Clint Eastwood was handed the Best Picture envelope. The old man didn’t want to make a fool of himself at his age, repeatedly confirming with the director and PricewaterhouseCoopers’ accountants, “Are you sure the envelope isn’t mixed up?”
The accountant assured him multiple times, “Absolutely not, we’ve checked it three times.”
Hearing the music and voices at the front, the director hurriedly sent someone up on stage.
Clint Eastwood strode onto the stage, and after a series of routine procedures, announced the last award of the night: “The Best Picture goes to ‘Joker’!”
Leonardo fist-bumped Martin and said, “Buddy, congratulations.”
Martin smiled back, “You can come back next year.”
All around people offered their congratulations.
In the VIP seating area, Louise gathered the main creative personnel of the crew to go up on stage and receive the award.
The Best Picture award belonged to the whole crew.
Martin walked out from backstage, joined the crew, and together with Louise, took another Oscar from Eastwood’s hands.
Following Best Director, “Joker” also won Best Picture, making it the biggest winner of this year’s Oscars!
