America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 504 Isabel Tears Isabel Apart

In Beverly Hills, after seeing off the woman who came to his door, Stuart Townsend, considering that it was the last day of the Cannes Film Festival, quickly and carefully tidied up his house, packed all the trash into a bag, and carried it out the side door.

Upon entering the alley, two trash cans are placed opposite each other.

Stuart threw the trash bag into his newer trash can and was about to go back when he suddenly heard a cannon salute going off in the sky.

He followed the sound and saw that it was placed by his neighbor next door.

The sounds of whooshing and whistling rang out one after another, and the salutes resounded through the sky.

Because of Charlize Theron, Stewart had been following this year's Cannes Film Festival and guessed what had happened.

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

Stuart looked up at the sky above his neighbor's house.

Then, I remembered the media reports.

"Why do rotten people always succeed?" Stuart muttered to himself. "Good people like me can't get ahead!"

Anyone with a girlfriend would feel uncomfortable having a neighbor like Martin.

Especially since his girlfriend was at a film festival, getting entangled with someone.

Stewart grew increasingly distressed and, amidst the booming cannon salutes overhead, decided to take action.

So he raised his big foot and stomped it on Martin's trash can with a thud.

That wasn't enough; Stewart kicked the trash can several more times, deforming it.

After catching his breath, he raised his middle finger towards the Martin family's house and said coldly, "Don't you dare mess with me!"

No one responded; only the cannons were firing.

After venting his frustrations, Stewart turned and went back home. He needed to carefully check the villa's living room and bedrooms again, in case Charlize discovered anything, his good life would be over.

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

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

Lily suddenly had a burst of inspiration and said, "I'm going to sculpt a new piece based on Martin winning the Cannes Film Festival Best Actor award."

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

In the manor's basement, Elizabeth had a large room specially prepared as Lily's private sculpting studio.

On their way downstairs, the two called Martin one after the other to congratulate him on winning the Cannes Film Festival Best Actor award.

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

As the newly crowned Best Actor winner, Martin was naturally one of the focal points of the party.

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

Among them, screenwriter Hanif from **** also revealed to him that the jury's vote for Best Actor was eight to one in favor of him, with the only dissenting voice coming from India.

Martin didn't say anything.

After everyone left, Bruce stared at the Indian actor and whispered, "Should I get him a motorcycle?"

Thomas didn't understand him: "He doesn't support Martin, so why give him a motorcycle?"

Bruce said, "I think a motorcycle exhaust pipe would suit him perfectly!"

Thomas understood, but didn't know how to respond.

Good-natured Martin couldn't help but retort, "Old Brooks, we're civilized people, how could we do such a thing?"

He pointed out, "There's a pet shop on the coastal boulevard; I remember they sell lizards there."

Bruce remembered: "There's an adult store next door, they seem to sell Spanish fly powder."

Martin didn't actively socialize; most of those present were purely European filmmakers, and the chances of future collaborations were negligible.

However, the new Cocan City Best Actor winner, a Hollywood star with considerable box office appeal worldwide, is very attractive to some European directors.

Using the guise of art to sway audiences, offering low pay but high appeal...

Lars von Trier came over and, before even getting close, said, "Martin, congratulations on winning Best Actor."

Martin recognized the Danish director and said, "I also want to congratulate you on winning Best Actress for your new film."

Lars von Trier clapped his hands: "Look, we've got a Best Actor award and a Best Actress award, it's a special connection."

He took a glass of wine from the waiter and clinked glasses with Martin: "A toast to our shared artistic destiny."

Martin had a drink with him.

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

Martin remembered that The Hermit was a film he made after 2010, and he was somewhat curious to think that Martin was going to make this film.

Lars von Trier continued, "I'm currently working on a new film, an art film called 'Melancholia'."

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

Upon hearing that it was a different film, Martin instantly lost interest and pointed at Thomas: "Rass, Hollywood has a rule that you have to talk to my agent about work first."

"Damn entertainment law!" Lars von Trier cursed, then said, "Martin, listen to me, this will be a pivotal step in your artistic career, a transformation that will bring about both your acting skills and your spirit."

If we could do what Kirsten Dunst did and get Martin to join the crew, attracting investment and generating profits wouldn't be a problem for the film.

He suddenly raised his voice: "Forget about that damn entertainment law, let's work together in Europe once and leave the world with a true masterpiece of cinematic art."

Martin didn't bother to reply and turned his gaze toward Thomas.

Thomas, who had worked with Martin for several years, immediately understood his meaning and took the initiative to speak: "We can discuss the collaboration slowly, Director Till. Shall we talk about the preconditions first?"

Before Lars von Trier could speak, he said, "Martin's salary is $2000 million, and we won't consider anything less."

Lars von Trier retorted, "This is cinematic art; it shouldn't be measured in monetary terms."

Thomas said, "Even the best cinematic art needs money to be realized."

While the two were arguing, Martin and Bruce automatically moved away.

Bruce saw it clearly: "They want to leverage your business appeal but don't want to spend any money."

Martin shrugged. "I'm not crazy. The name of art doesn't work for me."

This is Cannes, not Los Angeles; he doesn't need to worry about the impact on the commentary scene.

If European media dare to criticize him, North American media will dare to criticize him back.

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

Near the entrance to the banquet hall, Isabelle Huppert was with Menez, chatting as they walked toward the exit.

Bruce couldn't help but say, "It would be wonderful if Menez wrote a memoir someday."

Martin said, "It's suitable for Saint Valley to adapt."

On the other side, Isabelle Huppert greeted Monica Bellucci and stopped to talk.

Menez was waiting nearby.

There's still plenty of time tonight, enough time for a late-night snack.

Suddenly, he noticed something unusual about his surroundings; many people were looking toward the entrance to the banquet hall.

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

Mene turned his head and saw a woman walking quickly towards him.

Isabelle Adjani went to great lengths to get into the cocktail party tonight, relying on her years of fame and experience to finally make it in.

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

Thinking of the difficulties at the entrance, the fact that she could have been a presenter for the Palme d'Or this year but instead became a laughing stock, and the grudges of the past thirty years, the devilish nature that Adjani had possessed since her youth, completely opposite to her angelic face, suddenly erupted.

Isabelle Adjani was as beautiful as she was in her youth, and as wicked as she was in her temper.

She walked past a table, picked up two glasses of blood-red Bordeaux wine, poured the two half glasses into one full glass, and strode towards Huppert.

Mennet realized Adjani's intentions and could have pulled Isabelle aside.

But Menez, who has watched many Hollywood movies and is also an actor himself, is quick-witted and stepped forward to block Huppert.

A full glass of red wine was splashed over, landing on Mennet's face and clothes.

A gasp of surprise erupted in the banquet hall.

When Adjani realized she had splashed the wrong person, she showed no remorse or embarrassment whatsoever, and went to snatch the wine from the person next to her.

Huppert had already heard the sound and turned around. Seeing Menez's face covered in red wine, he immediately understood what had happened.

She endured this deep-seated hatred for thirty years!

Isabelle Huppert grabbed the decanter from Monica Bellucci's table, kicked off her high heels, and rushed out.

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

"Bitch!" Adjani was not one to back down and immediately tried to make a move.

Isabelle Huppert had tolerated her for too long. He spotted a spot on Isabelle Adjani's head, swung the decanter, and smashed it down on it with a thud.

This is from when Isabelle Adjani was filming "The Brontë Sisters," and she deliberately poked her in the spot where she was supposed to be acting!

Adjani was stunned by the impact, her eyes rolled back, and she slowly collapsed.

Everyone at the party was stunned, after all, these were two Isabelles standing at the very top of the French film industry!

"Drag this bitch out!" Huppert shouted as the jury president. "Throw her out into the street to feed the dogs!"

Of course, no one responded to her call.

Organizing committee chairman Jacob practically ran over.

The nearly eighty-year-old man almost had his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys spill out.

Ignoring the others, Huppert turned to Mennet with concern and asked, "Are you alright?"

Menez said, "It's alright."

Huppert brought over tissues and personally wiped the wine off Mennet's face: "You don't need to get involved in my feud with Adjani."

Menne scratched his head and said, "She came at me aggressively, and without thinking much, I blocked her way."

Isabelle gently brushed Menez's cheek, paused for a moment, and said, "If you're not doing well in Hollywood, you can come to Europe. I can help you to some extent."

Menez said with a smile, "I will come to Europe to see you often."

Isabelle Huppert smiled and nodded: "Go change your clothes first. I'll take care of this mess. We'll go out for a late-night snack later."

(End of this chapter)