MTL - Movie Master-Chapter 1052 winner announced
Outside the Kodak Theater, everyone held their breath, and there was no sound in the audience. The suppressed turbulent emotions almost tore the heart into countless pieces, as if it only needed a gust of wind to blow it apart. Lily Carter couldn't help holding Emerson Carter's arm, and choked tightly. All the tension was concentrated on the fingertips. With more force, and more force, the sound of the beating heart was amplified to the extreme.
After all, Andy Isaac couldn't hold back the strong sense of oppression. He gasped for breath, but found that the air was so thin that his lungs were so hot that they seemed to be on fire. "Emerson, you say..." Lan Will Stan win an award? But before the words could be spoken, everyone around made a "hush" sound, and countless eyes focused on them, forcing Andy to close his mouth.
Emerson turned his head subconsciously, his eyes were dazed, and the nervousness was slightly rippling in his eyes. Under the reflection of the night, the sweat on his forehead reflected a faint light. He just glanced at Andy, and then raised his head again to look at With the big screen in front of him, he couldn't even feel the pain from his arm, his muscles seemed to be numb, and all his attention was focused on the stage where the suspense was revealed.
More than 600 people gathered in the square, and the surrounding crowd was packed with crowds, but there was no sound at this time, as if even the sound of breathing had disappeared, and the whole square was empty, which further accentuated the sound coming from the big screen. The noise was extremely empty, echoing lonely in the night.
"Bah", a car whistle sounded suddenly, startling the night, everyone turned their heads in unison, "Shhh", the sound merged into one piece, erupted overwhelmingly, but disappeared again immediately after the explosion, only There was still a moment of silence that slowly flowed in the air.
A boy who looked like a college student in his early twenties was really startled by the sight in front of him. The red carpet on Hollywood Boulevard has been removed, and the traffic has returned to normal, but at this time there is a long queue of cars at the intersection, and there are at least a dozen cars surrounded by an excuse in front of him. He raised his head and looked —It is clearly a green light, but why is the traffic not moving? What's even more absurd is that there was no one urging him in front of him? This is too strange.
After all, the boy couldn't hold back his curiosity, opened the car door and shouted to the front, "What's going on?"
The driver of the car in front turned around and shouted, "The best director of the Oscars is being announced." The boy's expression brightened immediately, "Martin or Lance?" He was obviously very concerned about tonight's feast, and he understood immediately When they came over, the driver shook his head and didn't answer.
The boy hesitated for a moment, chose the latter between the car radio and the live screen, and trotted forward. Immediately, many drivers also imitated, opened the door, and simply abandoned the car on the spot—it was only a few minutes anyway, wasn't it?
At this moment, the number of viewers in the United States reached an unimaginable 56 million people, officially breaking the record of the ceremony when the "Titanic" reached the summit, setting a new high. What is even more incredible is that this number is still Climbing steadily, constantly refreshing their own data, 57 million, 58 million... More and more people turned on the TV, or changed the channel, and turned their attention to tonight's Oscars ceremony. A tense moment with the best director award.
The bar where Matt Owen was also fell into a deathly silence. Even though the entire bar was crowded with people, there was no sound at all. Even the bartender stopped wiping the beer glasses, paused for a moment, and raised his head to look at the big screen. It seems that the magic in the "Harry Potter" world has become a reality, and the entire North American continent has stopped, and every pair of eyes is focused on this moment.
If it's just to witness Martin Scorsese's summit, the level of attention will not reach this level, because people realize that either Martin or Lance, whoever wins in the end, it will be a tragic event. The victory will also be a moment of history creation. People are looking forward to hearing Lance's name, which will be a glorious moment recorded in the annals of history; but emotionally, they hope that Martin can stand out from the crowd and fulfill his long-cherished wish. How many fifty years can life have? Is Martin really going to win his first Best Director Oscar after taking the Lifetime Achievement Award like Paul Newman did? It is more likely that, like Peter Otto, he will regret it for life!
Such mixed emotions, such a dilemma, and such a fierce confrontation are the fundamental reasons for people's attention.
Matt froze in place like a statue, holding the beer glass firmly in his right hand, staying in mid-air, staring at the big screen intently, not even daring to blink, lest he miss every moment. Francis's voice on the TV introducing the nominees—
"'Babel', Alessandro Gonzalez Inarritu." The audience applauded, and the camera pointed at the smiling Alessandro, who nodded politely towards the camera, " 'The Departed', Martin Scorsese." At this moment, the applause suddenly lost control, and everyone in the audience vigorously agitated their hands, as if they couldn't wait to welcome Martin's registration moment, and the old Martin showed brilliantly A smile, clapping hands politely, nodding lightly, such a simple action made the sound of mountains roaring and tsunami almost out of control, so that Francis' voice was drowned out.
Clint took the lead in applauding, and then whistled to pay tribute to Martin, "'Letter from Iwo Jima', Clint Eastwood." The screen was focused on Clint, but the old cowboy's expression was indifferent , cast his gaze in the direction of Martin, and seemed to be implying the direction of the winning result, "'Queen', Stephen Freys!" The applause fell a little bit, and it could not be compared with Martin, but Stephen But he seemed very calm, nodding gracefully, not surprised by favor or shame.
"There is also 'Mad Max: Fury Road', Lancelot Strelow." As soon as Francis finished speaking, there was a storm of applause in the Kodak Theater, suddenly bursting, and then suddenly Calm down, as if people had expected the result, so they expressed affirmation and encouragement to Lance in this way, looking forward to his persistent efforts in the coming year.
Facing the camera that was close at hand, Lance showed a gentleman's smile. His shining eyes shimmered under the light and shimmered thrillingly. The confidence that he was determined to win was publicized and powerful. Not only did he not shrink back, but he accepted the challenge strongly. . Lifting his chin gracefully and proudly, no matter success or failure, he will welcome it calmly.
Looking at the picture of Lance on the big screen, Gawain vigorously agitated his hands, without concealing the excitement and excitement on his face, the muscles in his whole body were tense to the extreme, and the applause couldn't stop at all, as if there was only a short pause , that feeling of suffocation will overwhelm you.
Turning his head, Gawain looked at Ian and Theo, but Ian didn't applaud at this moment, and held the back of the chair tightly with both hands. The slightly raised veins showed the tension in his heart, his usual strategizing and calmness At this moment, it doesn't work anymore, he is even more nervous than Lance looks; Theo is also clapping his hands vigorously, his eyes are firm and deep looking at the big screen, the usual calmness has long since disappeared , turned into a crazy flame, burning blazingly, he seemed to notice Gao Wen's gaze, he couldn't help turning his head, and the two exchanged a glance, but the mixed eyes couldn't be explained in words at all, and then the two They both looked straight ahead again.
The applause stopped, but Theo still didn't give up, he kept beating his hands, and rang alone in the Kodak Theater. Ian noticed such details, raised his head and pressed Theo's left hand, which made Theo stop and opened his mouth. Ian wanted to say something, but found that his throat was very dry and his brain was blank. Can't think at all. Watching the award ceremony live, the real and turbulent atmosphere almost stopped the thoughts completely. In the end, Ian and Theo could only exchange a glance, and everything was said.
They knew better than anyone what this statuette meant to Lance. It has nothing to do with "Fury Road", nothing to do with Chaos Films, it's just about Lance, the closest person in the world, the one who was desperate for his dream, covered in bruises, and smashed to pieces.
They are so urgent, so urgent, so earnest, even stronger than Lance, all reason is meaningless at this moment. They don't care about Martin Scorsese, they don't care about making history, the only thing they care about is the man sitting in front of them waiting for the fate to be revealed, the guy they will always call "brother".
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Steven took the envelope and walked to the microphone, only to find that Francis and George were still standing there. He spread his hands and said, "Make room." This sentence made the scene burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic. The restlessness in the air It didn't settle down at all, and then I saw Steven standing in front of the microphone and opening the envelope, "The winner is..." Afterwards, he pulled out the card from the envelope, and both Francis and George leaned forward and glanced at it.
The air seemed to be frozen, and the tense feeling made the audience pause for a moment, not only the Kodak Theater, but the whole of North America, as if the world stopped because of this moment, and the earth became quiet for an instant , as if the entire earth had fallen below the sea level, and pure silence slowly permeated the air.
Plop, plop, plop... The slow but heavy heartbeat echoed in everyone's ears. Steven raised his brows lightly, then pointed at the microphone, raised his voice, and revealed the answer. "Lancelot Strelow!"
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