America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 900 - 853 The Shortcut of Black People
Chapter 900: Chapter 853: The Shortcut of Black People
Chapter 900: Chapter 853: The Shortcut of Black People
As Martin and his party had predicted, the first award at this year’s Oscars, which was Best Supporting Actress, was presented to the endlessly vocal black woman.
From the front row, Aniston turned to glance at Martin and even winked at him. B-plan’s “Twelve Years a Slave” had achieved an opening victory at this Oscars.
Then came the competitive segment between “Gravity” and “La La Land.”
Most of the technical awards were divided between these two films.
The special effects and visual effects categories were almost entirely claimed by “Gravity.”
The artistic effect awards mostly went to “La La Land.”
This year could be considered a minor year for the Oscars, as there were not many films with real competitive power.
When “La La Land” consecutively won Best Editing and Best Original Screenplay, Martin knew that Best Picture was pretty much secured.
The four most prestigious awards were completely split, each taken by different crews.
Leonardo’s plan to gain sympathy failed, and Best Actor went to Matthew McConaughey.
The Best Director Oscar was captured by Alfonso Cuaron, the Mexican director of “Gravity.”
“La La Land,” as expected, won the Best Picture.
When Will Smith announced this result, Martin and Louise gestured for the entire crew to join them on stage to share the honor.
As for the acceptance speech, Martin stepped aside and let Louise speak.
Half an hour later, the entire crew hurried to the Beverly Hills Hilton Hotel to attend the “Oscars Night” Party and wildly celebrate their victory tonight.
Director Damien Chazelle was overjoyed, grinning ear to ear. Although he didn’t win Best Director, his directed film had won Best Picture, completely turning his fate around.
He specifically found Martin and toasted him, “Martin, I’m toasting to you, thank you for choosing me!”
Martin smiled and said, “We help each other achieve greatness.”
Damien laughed along.
The crowd congratulating the crew was constant, and after nearly half an hour, Martin finally got some free time.
Silsa Ronan came over with a glass of wine in hand and handed it to Martin, “Sir, I can’t drink in public yet.”
Martin took it, gently patted her shoulder, and said, “Well done, keep it up, and aim to get an Oscar for Best Actress soon.”
This big promise excited Silsa; she nodded repeatedly, “I won’t let you down, teacher.”
She looked around, leaned in close to Martin, and whispered, “There’s something… um, it’s not suitable to talk about it here.”
Martin nodded, “Get in my car when we leave.”
Silsa’s eyes brightened immediately, “Sir, am I going with you tonight?”
Martin thought for a moment and said, “Head to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.”
“Okay.” When Silsa saw Jennifer Aniston approaching, remembering her teacher’s earnest encouragement, Silsa said, “Teacher, if you bring others to the hotel, I have no problem with that.”
Martin also saw Aniston and said, “We’ll talk about it later.”
Silsa left the area.
Aniston approached and hugged Martin, “Congratulations on winning Best Picture.”
“There’s no need for such politeness between us.” Martin was very direct, asking, “Do I need to spend billions again to appease you?”
Aniston widened her eyes and said, “Billions won’t be enough, I want trillions!”
Even Martin felt his legs tighten at such a statement, but he quickly recovered and said, combining Jolie and Aniston, who were both currently losing, “Whatever you want, I can give you anytime, anywhere.”
Aniston dragged Martin to a nearby chair to sit down, no longer joking, “I recently received a script that looks interesting and seems like it would appeal to the Oscars. You understand the Oscars much better than I do, can you give me your opinion?”
If it were anyone else, Martin would have definitely refused outright, but Aniston’s relationship with him was much deeper.
He ordered two juices from the server, waiting for him to walk away, “Let’s hear about the project.”
Aniston directly said, “It’s a black movie, the screenwriter is Barry Jenkins, the writer-director of ‘Future Kingdom.'”
Martin slowly shook his head, “I don’t know him.”
“He’s not very famous, having only written and directed one film before,” Aniston briefly explained, and continued, “Barry Jenkins’s script mainly tells the story of a black boy growing up.”
Martin chuckled, “Isn’t it full of various buffs?”
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As a leader of opinion for Mitu and one of the people closely following Martin’s steps, Aniston had a deep understanding of ‘buffs’: “Pretty much, the protagonist is from a black single-parent family, his mother is heavily addicted to drugs, and she abuses him, and he suffers from bullying at school and is closely associated with gang members.”
She admired the perceptively keen black screenwriter-director, “This young man gradually discovers his homosexual orientation, yet gets bullied by the homophobic community around him, and has to flee to distant lands… The rest of the story roughly follows the process of a black homosexual recognizing his identity, and naturally, the ending is about him no longer caring about others’ peculiar gazes, accepting himself fully.”
Martin spoke slowly, “Black, single-parent, slums, gangs, drugs, school bullying, homosexuality, plus the prodigal son returns—all these buffs stacked together make a powerful force.”
Aniston nodded slightly, “That’s what I thought too.”
Martin asked, “Does this project have a name yet?”
