The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1868: Laughing in Anger
A storm is coming.

Whether we admit it or not, whether we accept it or not, the reality is that the storm is already upon us.

In fact, Frank Pierce has been denying it.

Indeed, Anson's sweep of the four major general categories at the Grammys for two consecutive years, his double nomination for Best Acting at the Golden Globes, and his rising popularity for Best Original Song all prove that Anson's position in the industry is deeply rooted and unshakable. He has climbed three steps in three years, standing at the very top of the industry pyramid.

But in Frank's view, there is no need to worry about any of this. Whether it is the Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences or the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, they are spineless cowards who lack perseverance and courage. The so-called award nominations are less a recognition of Anson's performance and more a way for them to curry favor with Anson.

He understands that this is part of the industry rules, and the Oscars have bowed to popularity more than once. No one can escape the tide of entertainment to the death. But the difference is that the Oscars have a bottom line and dignity. In the face of entertainment to the death, they still adhere to their integrity.

The Grammys and Golden Globes have degenerated, and the Oscars disdain to be associated with them.

Therefore, as the nomination lists were gradually released at the end of the year, Frank remained as steady as ever.

At least that's the surface.

Refusing to panic, refusing to be nervous, they wouldn't rashly bow their heads. Even if someone did bow their head, it should be Anson. He's just a decorative figurehead; shouldn't it be Anson begging to attend the Oscars? Even Tom Cruise and Leonardo DiCaprio have to cooperate with the Academy in this game, so why should Anson be an exception?
Why!
Frank was proud, determined, and refused to compromise or bow down.

Incidentally, the president of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences is elected every August, serving a one-year term, with a maximum term of four years.

Frank Pierce has served four consecutive terms, and this year will be his last Oscars as president of the Academy.

He is eighty years old this year. As a director, screenwriter and producer, he has accomplished nothing. Throughout his career, he has no works worth mentioning. His only pride is that he has extensive connections and a good reputation in Hollywood. He successfully served four consecutive terms as president of the Academy and successfully held the Oscars despite facing numerous difficulties after the millennium.

They selected "Chicago" as the best film amidst the shadow of war, and then witnessed the glorious moment when "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King" swept through the battlefield.

This is Frank's legacy, the reputation he left behind after leaving the academy.

Frank had his principles; he knew Anson's value, but compared to his legacy, Anson was insignificant.

Frank hopes that after he retires, when people mention him, they will remember "Chicago" and "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King," and his unyielding spirit of refusing to compromise with business and the market.

"Oh, Frank, he's the only tough guy in all of Hollywood who dares to refuse Anson."

Frank was satisfied with just that one sentence.

However, now...

It's not just a "personal feud" between the Recording Academy and the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, nor is it just about box office and sales figures. Look at the Los Angeles Times, The Hollywood Reporter, and Variety; these professional and authoritative media outlets have also deeply felt Anson's influence.

At this moment, Anson has far exceeded the value of an actor.

If Oscar continues to ignore Anson, how will people view Frank's legacy?
It's probably not pride, but rather stubborn stupidity and obstinacy.

The line between eternal fame and eternal infamy is incredibly thin.

Frank was getting a little annoyed.

No, not just a little bit, but extremely irritable, my whole body was restless, and my internal organs felt like they were burning.

What should he do?
After a while, he told himself that he should stick to his own opinion. He had rejected Anson for the past two years and could not bow down at the last minute and ruin his lifelong reputation. He refused to follow the crowd and refused to be shameless like the Grammys and Golden Globes.

After a while, he convinced himself that he should be flexible and adaptable. A true man can bend and stretch. He should focus on the big picture and give up his own principles for the sake of the overall situation. That is true heroism. He is a big man and should not be petty with a small person like Anson.

Pulling and tugging, it swayed continuously. Angels and demons were locked in a fierce battle, and Frank felt a splitting headache; his good mood for the new year had been almost completely ruined.

Knock knock knock!
The knocking on the door exploded in his mind like a thunderclap. Frank, enraged, roared, "What!!"

The office door opened, and the assistant poked his head in, looking troubled.

When Frank entered the office, the sun was shining brightly, but now a storm has suddenly broken out, and clearly no one wants to face such a storm.

Moreover, the assistant had some guesses about Frank's situation, since she was the one who placed all the newspapers and magazines on his desk.

Then I thought about what I needed to say next...

grunt.

The assistant swallowed hard, his feet barely able to move from behind the door.

Frank frowned when he saw his assistant's expression, lowering his voice slightly, but his vocal cords remained tense. "What's wrong?"

The assistant took a deep breath. He knew he was in for a fight, so he mustered his courage and pushed open the office door. "Sir, we need to talk to Anson."

Frank didn't speak, but just stared at her quietly. His calm gaze revealed a powerful sense of oppression, and the air in the entire office seemed to freeze.

Frank, who is usually kind and approachable, with a smile that never seems to leave his lips, is definitely not as docile and harmless as he appears, having been able to hold the position of president of the Academy for four whole years and skillfully navigate the primeval forest of Hollywood.

However, the assistant knew that if he didn't tell Frank this information, Frank's fate might be even worse when he found out on his own.

So he took a deep breath and said, "The news has just leaked out and the media hasn't reported it yet, but TMZ will probably announce it soon."

Frank's expression remained unchanged. "The Grammys? What are they up to now? Or are those foreign journalists from the Foreign Press Association taking advantage of the situation?"

The assistant shook his head, saying it was better to end it quickly than to suffer for a long time. "No. We just received news that Anson will be attending this year's Paris Fashion Week as a special guest of Dior."

Frank: ? ? ?

Dior? That's a fashion brand, so what?

The assistant had to add, "Paris Fashion Week is the same week as our awards ceremony."

Frank: ...

In other words, Anson didn't give Frank any chance to hesitate or waver, and acted before Oscar could to make his position clear.

He's willing to go to Paris Fashion Week, even if it means missing the Oscars.

The year before last, they filmed "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind," and last year they filmed "Walking with Song," at least using film production as an excuse to maintain a facade of professionalism. But this year, they haven't even bothered with the pretense.

Fashion Week?
Why did Anson choose Fashion Week instead of the Oscars?

absurd!

This is absolutely absurd!
(End of this chapter)