Extracting skills from movies

“Resources are focused on the best films and directors.”

Leonardo said frankly:

"It's fine to be nominated for Best Actor, but the chances of winning the award are slim."

"With your acting skills of glaring, raising eyebrows, and cursing, you won't be able to play any other role."

Nicholson took the opportunity to tease.

Leonardo was so angry that he almost spit out sparks:
"Old bastard, it's your turn, right? You're so noble and awesome!"

"I'm not that great."

Nicholson imitated Leonardo's exaggerated expression:
"Isn't it just that he has won two Best Actor awards and one Best Supporting Actor award?"

Leonardo: "..."

Director Martin adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, trying to "ease" the atmosphere:
"To be honest, I think the possibility of Du winning the award is probably greater than Leo."

Leonardo X2: "..."

"what!"

Nicholson laughed:

"Du Sheng's kung fu and acting skills may really create a miracle."

Leonardo looked at the ceiling, as if he was about to cry:
"These people are just trying to piss me off!"

Du Sheng patted him on the shoulder:

“Don’t mind it, after all, Jack can win the award and it’s also a few more noble ladies.

You still need to learn more from him in this regard."

"What lady?"

Nicholson pretended to be bored:

"I am striving for excellence and liberating them from the confusion in their lives!"

"Leo, Oscar's shadow won't make you breathless, right?"

Compared to Nicholson who always loves to play pranks, Du Sheng rarely shows some human brilliance and winks at Leonardo:

"I heard that those blonde beauties at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show are lining up backstage to send you warmth."

Leonardo, who was originally lying on the sofa, suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and hooked his arm around Du Sheng's neck:
"Damn it! You are my real brother!"

Before he could finish his words, Du Sheng pressed him down on the leather seat with his backhand, and the latter finished his attack slowly:

"They all want to witness the legendary 20-second Western Gunslinger with their own eyes!"

"Fuck, you two bastards!"

Leonardo's ears instantly turned crimson, and he waved his fists like a furious lion.

The old actor laughed so hard that his silver-gray bow tie was crooked to his collarbone:

"Look! Compared to a tasteless bastard like Du Sheng, I am a true English gentleman!"

The laughter of the three people almost blew off the dome of the private lounge, until the butler knocked on the crystal door to remind the driver that the stretched Lincoln had been waiting for a long time.

In the car, Du Sheng suddenly stopped his cynical look and tapped the champagne glass with his slender fingers:
"Seriously, Leo, which work do you plan to use to overthrow the Oscar jury?"

“Blood Diamond.”

Leonardo's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the Patek Philippe on his wrist.

"It was a journey of purgatory that I filmed with Connery on the African grasslands. Jennifer said that I was so immersed in the role that my right leg was almost swallowed by a hippopotamus. I put a lot of effort into this film."

The image of the mercenary struggling in the diamond mine in the movie suddenly flashed before Du Sheng's eyes.

Dry lips under the scorching sun, blood-stained AK47, and pink diamonds stuffed into the suitcase.

He remembered the livid faces of the jewelry tycoons at the premiere. The Debes Group even joined forces with 19 diamond dealers to publish a full-page statement in the Wall Street Journal, accusing the film of "maliciously vilifying mankind's most brilliant work of art."

In fact, this film exposed the truth about diamonds and caused diamond dealers to suffer heavy losses.

"Those vampires in suits?"

Du Sheng shook the ice ball, making a crisp sound, and a playful smile appeared on his lips:
“I heard they even dared to put pressure on UNICEF.”

“Art is a rose with thorns.”

Leonardo sank lazily into the goose down chair:
"The more they rage, the more it proves that we have hit the abscess of the times."

Nicholson suddenly poked his head out from under the cigar smoke, his gray temples stained with whiskey:

"If you ask me, Oscar is a diamond-studded lie factory!

Du, if you want to win an award with your Asian face, why don’t you use some politically correct packaging? For example…”

He deliberately poked Du Sheng's Armani haute couture suit with his Cuban cigar:

"Like Angelina Jolie, go to Africa and adopt seven refugee children?"

"What a coincidence! I'm planning to be an international anti-poaching ambassador."

Du Sheng snapped his fingers, and the waiter immediately served him a Louis XIII:
“I just donated seven figures to the Kenya Wildlife Service a few days ago.

Of course, it was with sponsorship money from McDonald’s.”

Leonardo almost choked on his tears with laughter when he heard this, and punched Du Sheng lightly on the shoulder:

“This trick is amazing!
It's a way to earn reputation while avoiding minefields, which is much smarter than me supporting environmental organizations on Twitter."

He suddenly stopped smiling and rubbed the water droplets condensed on the edge of the cup with his fingertips:

“I actually wanted to stand up for the equal rights movement at first, but there were some red lines…”

The words were lost in the roar of the engine that suddenly accelerated.

As Lincoln slowly pulled up to a private club on Sunset Boulevard, the three men's conversation had turned to their trip to London for publicity.

Through the car window, you can see the huge poster of "The Departed" hanging on the big screen in the square like a bloody battle flag.

In this carefully designed main poster of "The Departed", Leonardo DiCaprio, Du Sheng and Jack Nicholson each occupy one side, forming a stable and tense triangular composition.

This is not only a visual presentation of the roles of the three leading actors, but also a metaphor for the delicate relationship between them.

Leonardo is firmly positioned on the far left of the poster, his figure taking up the largest part of the picture.

As a Hollywood A-list star, Leonardo's role is not only important, but also plays a crucial role in the development of the entire story.

His slightly melancholy yet determined eyes seem to be able to penetrate the audience's hearts, making people involuntarily attracted to him.

Du Sheng stands on the far right of the poster, about one-fifth smaller than Leonardo's image.

He propped up half the sky with his 45-degree side profile, and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth made the passing girls cover their hearts.

Nicholson floats in the shadows behind the two men like a ghost, with fatal dramatic tension hidden in his wrinkles.

The kung fu clip of Officer Colin in the trailer is playing on a loop on the LED screen on the street corner.

The handsome shot of Du Sheng kicking the drug lord's chin in mid-air caused screams from the onlookers.

This million-dollar motion design makes McDonald’s golden arches logo shine just right in every frame.

Du Sheng’s personal blog and LME Video’s official website announced the specific time of the film’s release in North America early on.

After the three of them separated briefly, the promotional period seemed to be fast-forwarded.

Du Sheng teaches children Bajiquan in the slums of Los Angeles, Leonardo performs impromptu performances on the Boston docks wearing a fisherman's hat, and Nicholson is keen on suddenly tap dancing at every premiere...

When the three of them gathered at the Museum of Modern Art, the sound of shutters almost drowned out the curator's commentary. In this December soaked in Christmas carols, no movie dared to compete with The Departed.

At noon that day, the main creative crew gathered in London.

The London Film Festival has its own unique charm and positioning. Compared with major film festivals in North America, it is more friendly and focuses on cultural exchanges.

There are more activities related to film screening, promotion and trading of film copyrights.

It was undoubtedly a wise move for "The Departed" to choose to have its world premiere during the London Film Festival.

This is not only because the London Film Festival itself is an excellent showcase platform that can attract media, film critics and film lovers from all over the world, but also because it provides an opportunity for cultural exchange that transcends national borders.

For a film that aims to hit the international market, such a premiere is of immeasurable value.

The cold wind from the Thames, carrying drizzles of rain, welcomed the crew's stretched Bentley into the Hilton Hotel in London's West End.

After putting away their luggage, the group came to the bar on the top floor of the hotel. Du Sheng looked at the winding water marks outside the window:
"I heard that the rain in this foggy city can quench all Oscar's anxieties?"

Nicholson was putting ice cubes into his whiskey when he heard this and laughed like an owl:

"I think this damn weather is the best..."

He deliberately lowered his voice and leaned close to Du Sheng's ear:

"Do something earth-shattering!"

Leonardo, who was originally listless, couldn't help but glance sideways.

Du Sheng looked at him with a smile:
"That matter... is it considered accomplished?"

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "that thing", which made the bartender behind the bar prick up his ears.

"For a carnival of this level, I would climb over the wall to attend even if you locked me up in Azkaban!"

Nicholson's nose was stained red by the brandy, and a predator's gleam shone through his gold-rimmed glasses.

Leonardo squeezed in between the two of them, holding a champagne glass, and said cunningly:
"Honestly, Du Sheng, you should create a separate entry for 'troublemaking genius' in the devil's dictionary."

At this moment, on the antique TV hanging from the ceiling, director Martin's serious face suddenly popped up on the BBC news screen.

Du Sheng nodded over there:
"Look! Our dear 'tyrant' is publishing another manifesto."

Director Martin sat upright in front of the camera, but his tie was crooked like the estuary of the Thames.

When the reporter mentioned the "mysterious organization" of the three main actors, his goatee trembled violently:
“They were like a circus that broke into the set.

Leonardo is responsible for the high-altitude tightrope walking, Nicholson is the fire-breathing magician, and as for Du Sheng..."

The director suddenly made a throat-slitting gesture to the camera:
"It's totally a beast tamer with a machine gun!"

"Heaven and earth, conscience!"

Du Sheng fell on the velvet sofa with his hands covering his chest, his agate cufflinks glistening with tears of grievance under the warm light.

Nicholson and Leonardo high-fived each other and said in unison:
"We are clearly the model soldiers of the crew!"

The accusations on TV continue:

"One day they locked me in the prop room and used the intercom to imitate Coppola telling me the scenes..."

Director Martin suddenly grabbed the interview manuscript and crumpled it into a ball:
"I should have used their film pay to rent a cage of baboons. That way I could have saved myself some trouble!"

Leonardo said with a hint of disbelief:
"He said we were going to do some mischief? Were we worse than primates?"

A flame of offense burned in his blue eyes.

Du Sheng's expression was serious and earnest:
“A truly outstanding actor must have a unique perspective on the character he or she is portraying that is difficult for others to achieve.

Director Martin is clearly trying to shirk responsibility and find an excuse for not winning an award in the future!"

Whenever he has the idea of ​​"doing something", Nicholson is always enthusiastic:

"Leo, Du, why don't we target old Martin this time? Give him an unforgettable 'surprise'?"

Leonardo stroked his chin and said thoughtfully:

"Director Martin is old after all, and his health is deteriorating. Don't let him get hurt."

Du Sheng looked righteous but refused to express his opinion.

Nicholson couldn't hold back any longer and urged anxiously:
"Du, you have the most creative ideas, come up with a brilliant plan quickly.

We have been 'attacked' by the director this time, and we must respond forcefully. We can't just swallow this anger so easily!"

Du Sheng had some ideas and said with a smile:

“Since we are going to fight back, why not come up with a breaking news story that can spark discussion and make this performance art a global headline?

This way, we can vent our anger and help promote the production at the same time, killing two birds with one stone.”

At this point, he lowered his voice:
"Like... reenacting the gunfight in The Departed in Trafalgar Square?"

Nicholson was so excited that he knocked over the ashtray, and the Cuban cigar left scorch marks on the cashmere carpet:

"Great! Let the sirens be the horn of our victory!"

Leonardo stroked his chin and pondered:

"Remember to prepare some quick-acting heart pills for Martin.

The last time we set off fireworks on set, he chased me for three blocks.”

"No, no, no, we want revenge gracefully."

Du Sheng pulled out the gold-stamped invitation from his suit pocket and smiled mysteriously:
"I heard that the director's wife loves watching Downton Abbey. There will be a charity dinner at Buckingham Palace tomorrow night..."

He paused deliberately, looking at the mischievous fire burning in the pupils of his two companions:
"What do you think about having Martin's tuxedo suddenly turn into a kilt?"

Nicholson held an unlit cigar in his mouth and opened his hands excitedly:
"See? This guy has more ideas than the gears in Big Ben."

"How about this..."

Du Sheng was just joking, and he changed his idea:
"If anyone can contact the zoo, it would be best if we can sign the lease contract tonight."

Leonardo suddenly had an idea and said:
"My ex-girlfriend's cousin has a 300-acre estate in Kent, with a lot of large animals, but..."

He deliberately dragged out the ending sound:
"You're not going to kidnap Director Martin's wife and make her spend the night with the animals, are you?"

"No, no, no, we don't have those dirty thoughts of yours!"

Du Sheng interrupted him quickly to prevent this guy from taking action.

Nicholson suddenly narrowed his eyes like an old fox who had found his prey:

"Leo's butt is definitely worth plotting against, remember his board shorts from The Beach?"

"stop!"

Leonardo picked up a Gucci pillow and threw it at the old actor:
"Let's get down to business! What exactly are you trying to do by contacting the zoo?"

Lightning suddenly flashed outside the window, reflecting Du Sheng's profile like the stained glass of a Gothic church:

"The premiere needed some...breathing 'surprises'!"

He ran his fingertips across his laptop, showing a news report about a Middle Eastern prince releasing giraffes at his wedding.

Nicholson's sudden burst of laughter startled the pigeons on the windowsill:

"This is amazing! Even if old Martin was tied to the toilet and shown, it wouldn't be as eye-catching as this!"

The old actor's weird snickering made everyone around him feel a little eerie.

………(End of chapter)