America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 987 - 896 The Second Oscar Best Actor_2
Chapter 987: Chapter 896: The Second Oscar Best Actor_2
Chapter 987 -896: The Second Oscar Best Actor_2
Leonardo protested, “Why do I just get to cheer? I like Gisele!”
Martin provided an ultimate answer, “Gisele wants marriage, are you willing to marry Gisele?”
He deliberately ribbed, “Leo, I assure you, as long as you’re willing to marry Gisele, drag her to Las Vegas to register now, Gisele will divorce Tom Brady immediately.”
That brought Leonardo back to reality, “Why would I want to marry Gisele…”
Martin asked, “Do you hate Tom Brady?”
Leonardo nodded slightly.
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Nicholson took over, “That way, you can sleep with Tom Brady’s wife and beat up Tom Brady’s kids.”
At first, Leonardo was rendered speechless by the combined teasing of these two assholes, but then he found a comeback, “I’m not Martin who fancies other people’s wives.”
Martin gave him the middle finger under the table.
Leonardo quickly changed the subject, asking Nicholson, “Are you presenting an award today?”
Nicholson shook his head, “No.”
“I wasn’t invited either.” Leonardo turned to Martin and deliberately said, “Buddy, if the Academy doesn’t invite the two of us to present the Best Actor award, your third Oscar statuette is hanging by a thread.”
Martin snorted coldly, “That’s because the Academy fears you’re such an ignorant fellow that you can’t even solve the simplest arithmetic question about the number of little golden men!”
At that moment, music started to play, and black comedian Chris Rock, the host of the Oscars ceremony, walked onto the main stage.
The “Split” crew only had two nominations, both in the middle to later part of the ceremony.
Although Chris Rock tried his best to liven up the atmosphere, Martin quickly grew drowsy, as most of the nominated films, which he, as a voter, hadn’t even watched, naturally didn’t pique his interest.
Soon, the first nominated category related to the “Split” crew was presented.
Jonathan Nolan didn’t win the award for Best Adapted Screenplay; it was taken by Louise’s company’s film project “The Big Short.”
The awards were handed out one by one, and the Academy’s favored South Koreans took home the Oscar for Best Documentary Feature.
For the host’s pet dogs, this was undoubtedly a huge encouragement.
Once the bone is thrown, the dogs will be even more eager.
The Best Actor award was the second to last to be presented that evening, with the previous year’s Best Actress winner as the presenter.
Julian Moore took a large envelope and walked onto the stage.
She made some jestful remarks, half-turned her body to look at the big screen behind her, and introduced the nominees for Best Actor.
“The following actors have been nominated for Best Actor, Michael Fassbender for ‘Steve Jobs’; Tom Hanks for ‘Bridge of Spies’; Martin Davis for ‘Split’…”
As these introductions were made, the screen showed Martin quickly shifting through different personalities in a mere few seconds.
That segment of acting, MAX skill!
Leonardo glanced at his old buddy and said, “For this role, you really deserve the award!”
At that moment, the live TV camera panned over, and Martin appeared calm, since all the campaigning was done upfront, and the only thing left to do now was to wait for the dignified result.
On stage, Julian Moore tore open the envelope, pulled out the card, glanced at it, and announced directly, “The Oscar Best Actor is Martin Davis!”
Hearing his own name, Martin clenched his fists, pounded the armrest of his seat, and stood up laughing.
Nicholson stood too, laughing and giving Martin a hug, “Go on, get up there and thoroughly insult Leo!”
Leonardo shoved Nicholson aside, balled up his fist, and punched Martin on the shoulder, “Bastard, you’ve once again got one up on me.”
Martin replied with a smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to solve the riddle of the ages.”
Leonardo muttered, “Thanks!”
Martin then embraced Jonathan Nolan, buttoned up his suit jacket, and strode towards the stage.
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Applause merged into a continuous wave, and the seated audience suddenly rose to their feet en masse.
Martin stepped onto the stage and took the glistening Oscar statuette from Julian Moore’s hands.
Julian Moore gestured toward the microphone and graciously stepped aside.
“Thank you, Academy, thank you to all the judges for allowing me to stand here tonight.” Martin lifted the trophy, “Thanks to my friends and family, to all the members of my team! Thank you, Jonathan, your script was incredible! And thank you, Director Finch, you’ve been a mentor and friend; without your help, this role wouldn’t exist.”
Each person’s acceptance speech time had already been cut down to 48 seconds, and after a few sentences, the time was almost up.
Martin wasn’t done causing a stir yet, he quickly added, “Don’t rush me off just yet, there’s one more thing! Leo, before coming up, you warned me not to make you do math problems, well, I’m taking your advice; I won’t make you do any.”
The whole venue erupted in laughter.
That was more interesting than bringing it up.
Leonardo mockingly waved at Martin, feigning dissatisfaction.
As the music signaling time’s up began to play, Martin raised his little golden man, waved to the audience below, and headed backstage.
Just backstage, Warren Beatty, waiting there, raised his fist, “Congratulations, Martin, on your third Oscar.”
Martin bumped fists with him, “Thanks.”
Seeing that Warren Beatty was set to go on stage, he asked, “You’re presenting Best Picture?”
Warren Beatty nodded slightly, “The Academy invited me specially; I couldn’t refuse.”
Only top-tier industry icons, those with fame, credentials, and peer recognition, could present Best Picture.
Nearby directors and several others also extended their congratulations to Martin, and he acknowledged them in turn.
“Where are the PricewaterhouseCoopers people?” the director, seeing Warren Beatty empty-handed, quickly asked.
Someone responded, “They’re getting the envelopes.”
The director glanced at his watch, “Hurry them up; tell them to speed it up.”
That person immediately ran out.
The final award, Best Picture, was about to be presented.
Being decisive for the bet with Jennifer Aniston, Martin didn’t leave and waited right by the backstage entrance to see the final result.
The PricewaterhouseCoopers staff hurried over and handed an envelope to Warren Beatty.
The director complained, “It’s about time,” just as the music started, he quickly said, “Warren, go on.”
Warren Beatty took the envelope and briskly walked onto the stage, skillfully delivering his introduction.
Both the guests on site and viewers in front of TVs awaited the ultimate result.
After introducing the films nominated for Best Picture, Warren Beatty bent down to open the envelope.
Each envelope was labeled with the name of the corresponding award.
But the nearly eighty-year-old Oscar Best Actor’s eyesight wasn’t what it used to be. He vaguely saw a line of text and, without thinking too much, tore open the envelope and removed the card, looking at it closely.
Warren Beatty realized something was amiss because there was only one name listed after the movie title on the card.
According to the Oscars’ rules, after Best Picture, the names of two producers could be listed.
The old man didn’t overthink it; he checked the name again to make sure he wasn’t misreading it, then confidently announced into the microphone, “The Best Picture goes to… ‘Spotlight.’ Congratulations, Thomas McCarthy.”
Hearing this name, Martin was somewhat surprised, as from the Directors Guild Award to the Producers’ Alliance Award, Best Picture had been the Jennifer Aniston-financed “Moonlight.”
Then, he realized something, quickly glancing at the director and the PricewaterhouseCoopers staff.
Martin thought, could it really be such a coincidence?
The Dolby Theatre filled with applause, and the “Spotlight” crew led by director-producer Thomas McCarthy ascended the stage.
