America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 960 - 883 Clapping Can Also Turn into a Business
Chapter 960: Chapter 883: Clapping Can Also Turn into a Business
Chapter 960 -883: Clapping Can Also Turn into a Business
Dolby Theatre, the Oscars ceremony had reached its final stretch.
The sound of music and the tide-like applause traveled from the front to the back stage.
Martin followed the staff, walking through the corridors backstage.
Coming toward him was Julian Moore, who had just received the Best Actress award. Martin stopped and politely said, “Julian, congratulations.”
Still not fully recovered from the excitement, Julian slightly bowed and took Martin’s hands, “Thank you, thank you…”
Martin smiled and nodded, then arrived at the backstage entrance.
The crowning award of the night, Best Picture, would soon be presented.
Director and producer Hamilton came over and had a PricewaterhouseCoopers staff member hand the envelope to Martin, instructing, “As soon as the music starts, you go on stage immediately.”
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Martin was about to nod when he saw the envelope in his hand. He specifically looked at the text on the cover and asked, “The list for Best Picture isn’t wrong, is it?”
Hamilton replied, “How could it be wrong? This is the Oscars!”
No wonder Martin was worried; the aggressive Gorilla Faction had stirred up quite a commotion before the ceremony, and with the current climate of giving gifts to appease the black community, who knows if there would be a repeat of previous mix-ups.
The black-centric film “Selma” had been nominated for Best Picture.
The Oscars and the Academy could afford to take risks, but Martin did not wish to become a victim.
Hamilton noticed Martin looked slightly unusual, but Hollywood stars were all a bunch of quirky bastards, and he couldn’t be bothered with it.
The music from the front stage came over.
Hamilton urged, “Martin, it’s time for you to go on stage.”
Martin, holding the envelope, quickly walked onto the stage, waving to the audience and delivering the rehearsed lines before turning sideways to face the big screen, watching the film clips and subtitles play, and saying, “Let’s see which films have been nominated for Best Picture.”
The big screen flashed through scenes and subtitles, “American Sniper,” “Boyhood,” “Selma,” “The Grand Budapest Hotel,” “The Theory of Everything”…
Martin opened the envelope, glanced at the name inside, and announced, “The Best Picture is ‘Boyhood’!”
With a burst of cheers, about a dozen people stood up from the third row.
Director and producer Richard Linklater led the “Boyhood” crew onto the stage.
Martin took a small golden statuette from the host and handed it to Richard Linklater, then discreetly stepped aside.
Winning Best Picture, the crew was ecstatic—the stage was theirs now.
With so many people crowded on stage, Martin simply retreated backstage.
And with that, the awards ceremony came to a close.
“Interstellar” had been nominated for several awards including Best Actor, but tonight it didn’t secure a single golden statuette.
Clearly, the Oscars did not favor Nolan.
If Nolan wanted to win Best Director, he needed to fight a long battle, perhaps it truly required a decade-long plan.
Martin, after taking photos with a few of the winners, joined Leonardo and Nicholson to go to Beverly Hills for the “Oscars Night” Party.
During the event, Nicholson bumped into Michael Keaton, who had starred together in the 1989 “Batman,” and dragged Martin over for a chat.
Michael Keaton reflected on the past, frankly stating that the Batman role almost destroyed his acting career, and the leads of today’s superhero movies have it much easier than he did back then.
Leonardo encountered Mexican director Alejandro Inarido.
The latter was highly keen on promoting his new project to Leonardo, hoping to have Leonardo’s Pave Road Entertainment invest, as well as having Leonardo as the lead actor.
Not much time passed before Leonardo brought over a book.
The three went to a quieter resting place.
Martin curiously asked, “Someone expressed their love for you and gave you a book?”
Leonardo tossed the book to Martin, “That Mexican director gave it to me. He’s planning to adapt this novel into a film and invited me to be the lead actor and also to draw investments.”
Nicholson leaned over to look at the cover, “Written by Michael Punke, ‘The Revenant’? Haven’t read it.”
Martin certainly remembered that movie, the ultimate film for Leonardo’s long chase for an Oscar.
Of course, the current Leonardo had already won the Oscar for Best Actor.
Martin opened the novel and quickly skimmed the first few chapters, which told the story of 19th-century fur trappers embarking on a hunting expedition in the western North America.
This was the source material for that Leonardo movie.
Martin closed the book and handed it to Nicholson next to him, asking Leonardo, “Are you planning to work with him?”
Leonardo bluntly said, “I don’t like that Mexican director, not one bit, but partnerships in film… liking or not isn’t the issue.”
Martin remarked, “Plus if you invest, you’re the one with the say. The director has to listen to you.”
Leonardo snapped his fingers, “Martin you’ve hit the nail on the head.” He turned to glance at the Mexican director with a wild explosion of hair: “This guy does have some talent, and I think the film’s not bad, especially the lead role.”
Nicholson, flipping through the book quickly, chimed in, “This lead character is perfect for you, completely different from your past image. You’ve been working with Scorsese for too long, and your roles have become a bit monotonous. A change in style might be good. Otherwise, you’re definitely going to lose to this bastard Martin.”
Leonardo laughed, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
Martin said, “You two bastards just want to see me make a fool of myself?”
