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Chapter 384 Palme d'Or

The crew members and guests took their seats one by one, and the host finally spoke.

As a presence to liven up the atmosphere, there was first a personal talk show to liven up the atmosphere, followed by a more solemn opening speech.

After a while, the award ceremony officially began.

As for the small awards at the beginning that were not in the main competition units, such as the Youth Film Award and the FIPRESCI Award, Huang Ze basically let them go in one ear and out the other, not taking them to heart at all and just applauded.

Of course, these awards have nothing to do with "Farewell My Concubine".

It was not until the award ceremony for the main competition began that Huang Ze pricked up his ears.

First there were some short film awards.

Then, finally, it came to the feature film, and the jury prize, which can be said to be the gatekeeper of the awards, gave it to "Queen Margot".

As soon as the award was announced, Zhang Guorong applauded and started talking to Huang Ze, "Director Huang, you were right. The biographical film "Queen Margot" won the award."

"Haha, coincidence, it's all coincidence!" Huang Ze smiled humbly, "It's just some analysis plus my understanding of the Cannes Film Festival."

"But this prize is a bit small!" Zhang Guorong said again.

But it was obvious that he said this too early.

A short while later, the Best Actress award was announced and was given to Virna Lis, the heroine of "Queen Margot".

Zhang Guorong was dumbfounded when the news came out. He stared at Huang Ze with wide eyes. "I admit that what I said was not quite accurate. With these two awards, "Queen Margot" is definitely one of the winners tonight."

"Hey, Director Huang, what are you looking at?"

Zhang Guorong noticed that Huang Ze's eyes were always on the crew of "Queen Margot" and asked curiously.

"The heroine of this film."

"Verna."

"Yeah." Huang Ze responded casually, but he didn't tell the truth. In fact, he was watching the number one heroine, Isabelle Adjani.

French Rose!

What a pity, he is already forty years old.

But it’s not impossible to communicate.

Huang Ze looked at the ceiling and thought for a while, then he put the idea to rest.

Age is not a gap, but if I remember correctly, she is pregnant with her second boyfriend Daniel Day-Lewis's child.

Let’s not talk about whether this situation can be successful.

First of all, even if your last name is Huang, you don’t have yellow hair!

Even if he is a yellow-haired person, this kind of yellow-haired person is the kind that everyone wants to kill.

I, Huang, would never do that!
Another French rose appeared in Huang Ze's mind.

"Sophie seems to be still young! We can work together if we have a chance in the future."

Huang Ze muttered to himself before regaining his focus and rolled his eyes at Zhang Guorong, "You still care about me?"

"After the Best Actress award, it's time for the Best Actor award."

"What's going on? Are you feeling stressed?"

"If I win, I'm lucky. If I lose, I'm doomed." Zhang Guorong raised his eyebrows. "Besides, since I won the Best Actor award, it will be more difficult for our film to win the Palme d'Or. I still hope that our film can win the Palme d'Or."

"Really? Then why are your legs shaking?" Huang Ze put his hand on Zhang Guorong's knee, feeling the uncontrollable trembling of the other's knee, and teased.

"You still dare to say you're not excited?"

"Okay, I admit, I really want to..."

The voice stopped, and Zhang Guorong and Huang Ze both tilted their ears to listen to the voice of the award presenter.

"The winner of the Best Actor Award at the 47th Cannes Film Festival is..."

“Leslie Cheung.”

"That's your English name. Congratulations!" Huang Ze immediately extended his hand to Zhang Guorong who was looking at him inquiringly. "Cannes Film Festival Best Actor."

"I won the Best Actor Award?" Zhang Guorong still found it hard to believe. "I won the Best Actor Award?" Although when Huang Ze invited him to shoot this film, he said he would help him win an international Best Actor Award.

But everyone knows that Huang Ze is just drawing a pie in the sky.

I didn't really believe in that big promise, but I just couldn't refuse the role of the male lead in Huang Ze's movie.

Now, the pie has become a reality.

And he seems to be the first European actor to win one of the top three award in the Chinese-language film industry.

This made him lose his mind for a while.

"Could it be me?" Huang Ze retracted his outstretched hand and punched Zhang Guorong twice. If there wasn't a camera pointing at him, he would have wanted to do the same as the guy in Fan Jinzhongju and punch him twice. "Okay, don't lose your composure, hurry up and get the award."

"Hey!"

Zhang Guorong nodded, gave Huang Ze a big hug, and then celebrated with everyone else. Then he immediately stood up and strode towards the podium.

When Zhang Guorong received the certificate from the guest and faced the audience, tears appeared in her eyes.

"Thank you!"

"The first person I want to thank here is Director Huang Ze of this film."

"Four or five years ago, Director Huang Ze told me to learn Mandarin well so that he could help me win an international Best Actor award."

“Actually, I don’t really believe it.”

"After all, that's an international film actor award! It's an award that many people dream of."

"But now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to believe it. Thank you!"

After saying thank you again with tears in his eyes, Zhang Guorong began to say other words of thanks.

After saying thank you, he walked down holding the certificate, his eyes still wet but with a smile on his face.

Sitting back in his seat, Zhang Guorong couldn't stop smiling, "Director Huang."

"Ok!"

"We'll have a celebration banquet later!"

"Okay!" Zhang Guorong suppressed the joy in his heart, whispered to the people around him, and then continued to watch the next award ceremony in a serious manner.

After all, you always have to maintain a certain demeanor in front of the camera.

Next, the Best Screenplay award went to "Tired to Death", a French comedy.

The Best Director award was given to Nanni Moretti, the director of "Dear Diary", a collaboration between France and Italy, and a future winner of the Palme d'Or.

Next, the Grand Jury Prize was given to Burnt by the Sun, a co-production between Russia and France.

At this point, Zhang Guorong's joy had faded a lot, and he just stared blankly at Huang Ze.

I couldn't stop being shocked.

"Director Huang, it's true!"

"Except for our Farewell My Concubine, all other award-winning films were produced in France, with French participation in the production."

"The last Palme d'Or, we won't?"

"Okay, stop being such a pessimist!" Huang Ze stopped Zhang Guorong from continuing.

Don't really say it's gone.

That would be embarrassing for me.

That shouldn’t be the case!

Is French Cinema going to take all the major awards except Best Actor?

Is this too much? It's even more excessive than the wholesale of best actor and actress!
Huang Ze's heart was also beating fast. He took a deep breath to keep his brain clear and listened carefully to the guest's words.

"The winner of the Palme d'Or at the 47th Cannes Film Festival is..."

"Farewell My Concubine, congratulations to Huang."

(End of this chapter)