American fame and fortune

In Beverly Hills, Stuart Townsend saw off the woman who came to the door. Considering that today was the last day of the Cannes Film Festival, he quickly packed up the house carefully, packed all the garbage into a bag, and carried it out the side door.

Entering the alley, two garbage bins are placed opposite each other.

Stewart threw the garbage bag into his relatively new trash can. Just as he was about to go back, he suddenly heard a salute blast in the sky.

He followed the sound and saw that it was played by the bad neighbor next door.

The sound of whooshing was heard one after another, and the salute resounded across the sky.

Because of Charlize Theron, Stewart has been paying attention to this Cannes Film Festival and guessed what happened.

It must be that bastard Martin Davis who won the Best Actor at Cannes!

Stewart raised his head and looked at the sky above his neighbor's house.

Then, I remembered the reports in the media.

"Why do bad people always succeed?" Stewart said to himself: "A good person like me can't get ahead!"

Anyone who has a girlfriend will not feel comfortable meeting a neighbor like Martin.

Especially my girlfriend is still at the film festival, and I can’t get along with anyone.

The more Stewart thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. Amidst the salutes exploding overhead, he decided to take action.

So, he raised his big foot and kicked Martin's trash can with a thud.

When that wasn't enough, Stewart kicked the trash can a few more times until it deformed.

After taking several deep breaths, he raised his middle finger towards Martin's house and said coldly: "Don't mess with me!"

No one responded, only the salute went off.

Stewart vented his anger and returned home. The living room and bedrooms of the villa had to be carefully checked again. If Charlize found any clues, such a good life would be gone.

Next door, Lily and Elizabeth each lit a box of salutes and ran back to the front of the villa.

Martin won the Best Actor at Cannes, and the two were very happy.

Lily suddenly burst out with inspiration and said: "I'm going to carve a new work, based on Martin's Cannes Best Actor win."

Elizabeth also became interested: "I'll go with you."

In the basement of the manor, Elizabeth specially ordered a large room to be cleared out as Lily's special carving studio.

On the way downstairs, the two called Martin one after another to congratulate him on winning the Cannes Best Actor.

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After the awards were given, the film festival organizing committee also invited many winners and guests to attend the closing reception.

As the new Best Actor, Martin was naturally one of the highlights at the reception.

Several judges, including Isabelle Huppert, came over to chat with him and have a drink.

Among them, screenwriter Hanif from **** also revealed to him the news that the jury's vote for best actor supported him at a ratio of eight to one, and the only person who objected was from India.

Martin said nothing.

When the others left, Bruce stared at the Indian actor and whispered: "Would you like me to prepare a motorcycle for him?"

Thomas didn't understand what he meant: "He doesn't support Martin, why should he give him a motorcycle?"

Bruce said: “I think the motorcycle exhaust suits him perfectly!”

Thomas understood and didn't know how to answer.

Good guy Martin couldn't help but refute: "Old Boo, we are civilized people, how can we do such a thing?"

He reminded: "There was a pet shop on the Esplanade, and I remember they sold lizards."

Bruce remembered: "There is an adult products store next to it. It seems to sell Spanish fly powder."

Martin did not actively socialize. Most of the people present were relatively pure European filmmakers, and the chances of future cooperation were so small that they were negligible.

But the new Cannes Best Actor, a Hollywood star with considerable box office appeal around the world, is very attractive in the eyes of some European directors.

In the name of art, low pay but high appeal...

Lars von Trier came over and said before he even arrived: "Martin, congratulations on winning the best actor."

Martin recognized the Danish director and said: "I also want to congratulate you, your new film won best actress."

Lars von Trier clapped his hands: "Look, one of us won the Best Actor and the other won the Best Actress. We have a special fate."

He took a glass of wine from the waiter and clinked glasses with Martin: "Cheers to our artistic fate."

Martin had a drink with him.

Lars von Trier put down his glass: "Speaking of film art, are you interested in joining a novel artistic journey?"

Martin remembered that "The Female Hermit" was his work after 2010, and thought he was going to make this film, which was a bit curious.

Lars von Trier continued: "I am preparing a new film here, an art film called Melancholy."

To add to his persuasiveness, he also mentioned another Hollywood star: "Kirsten Dunst will play the female lead."

When he heard that it was another film, Martin lost interest for a moment and pointed at Thomas: "Russ, there are rules in Hollywood. You have to talk to my agent about work matters first."

"Damn entertainment bill!" Lars von Trier cursed, and then said: "Martin, listen to me, this will be a key step in your artistic career, it will usher in both your acting skills and your spiritual life." Transformation of levels.”

If Martin can be lured into the crew like Dunst did, raising investment for this film will not be a problem, nor will profit.

He suddenly raised his voice: "Ignore the damn entertainment bill, let us cooperate once in Europe and leave a true masterpiece of film art to this world."

Martin was too lazy to answer and turned his eyes towards Thomas.

Thomas had worked with Martin for several years and immediately understood what he meant and took the initiative to take over the conversation: "We can talk about cooperation slowly. Director Till, let's talk about the prerequisites first?"

Before Lars von Trier could speak, he said: "Martin's salary is US$20 million. We will not consider anything less than this amount."

Lars von Trier was dissatisfied: "This is film art and should not be measured by money."

Thomas said: "No matter how good the film art is, it needs to be realized through money."

As the two men argued with each other, Martin and Bruce took the initiative to stay away.

Bruce saw it clearly: "I want to borrow your business appeal, but I don't want to pay for it."

Martin shrugged: "I'm not crazy. The name of art doesn't apply to me."

This is Cannes, not Los Angeles, and he doesn't need to worry about the critical impact.

If the European media dares to scold him, the North American media will dare to scold him back.

Bruce reached out and touched Martin: "Look over there."

Near the door of the banquet hall, Isabelle Huppert was with Menet, chatting and walking towards the exit of the banquet hall.

Bruce couldn't help but say: "It will be very exciting for Mene to write a memoir in the future."

"It's a fitting adaptation for the Sacred Valley," Martin said.

On the other side, Huppert met Monica Bellucci to say hello and stopped to talk.

Mene was waiting nearby.

Tonight is still very long, there is plenty of time for late night snacks.

Suddenly, he noticed something strange happening around him, and many people looked towards the entrance of the banquet hall.

Huppert was talking to Monica Bellucci and didn't notice.

Mene turned around and saw a woman walking over quickly.

Isabel Adjani spent a lot of effort to enter the cocktail party tonight. Relying on her years of reputation and qualifications, she finally got in.

As soon as she entered the banquet hall, she saw Huppert.

Thinking of the difficulties at the entrance, thinking that she could have been a guest of the Palme d'Or this time, but ended up being a laughing stock, and thinking of the grudges over the past thirty years, Adjani's devilish temperament that was completely opposite to her angelic face when she was young suddenly broke out.

As beautiful as Isabel Adjani was when she was young, she had a bad temper.

She passed by a table, picked up two glasses of bright red Bordeaux wine, poured the two half glasses into a full glass, and walked quickly towards Huppert.

Menet discovered Adjani's intention and could have pulled Huppert aside.

But Uncle Menet, who had watched too many Hollywood movies and was an actor himself, moved his head very quickly and took a step across to block Huppert.

A full glass of red wine was thrown over, splashing onto Mene's face and clothes.

There was an exclamation in the banquet hall.

Adjani saw that she had spilled the wine on the wrong person, and without the slightest apology or embarrassment, she went to grab the drink from the person next to her.

Huppert had already heard the sound and turned his head. When he saw Menet's face full of red wine, he immediately understood what had happened.

She endured the deep hatred for thirty years!

Huppert picked up the decanter on Monica Bellucci's table, kicked off her high heels and rushed out.

She poured the half bottle of red wine in the decanter directly onto Adjani's head.

"Bichi!" Adjani was not one to suffer, and immediately wanted to take action.

Huppert tolerated her for too long, and he spotted a spot on Adjani's head, picked up the decanter and hit it with a bang.

This is when Adjani was filming "The Bronte Sisters", she pretended to be real and stabbed her on purpose!

Adjani was hit so hard that she rolled her eyes and slowly fell down.

Everyone at the cocktail party was stunned. After all, these are the two Isabelles who stand at the top of the French film industry's actresses!

"Drag this bitch out!" Huppert shouted as president of the jury: "Throw it into the street and feed it to the dogs!"

Of course no one answered her call.

Jacob, the chairman of the organizing committee, almost ran over.

The old man, who was almost eighty years old, almost lost his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

Huppert ignored those people and turned around to ask Menet with concern: "Are you okay?"

Mene said: "It's okay."

Huppert brought a tissue and personally wiped the wine from Mene's face: "You don't need to participate in the grudge between Adjani and I."

Mene scratched his head and said, "She came over in a fierce manner, and I blocked her without thinking too much."

Huppert gently brushed Menet's cheek, was silent for a moment, and said: "If your development in Hollywood is not going well, you can come to Europe and I can help you to some extent."

Mene smiled and said: "I will come to Europe to see you often."

Huppert smiled and nodded: "You go change your clothes first, I'll take care of these messy things, and then go out for supper later."