Simon first met Catherine Bigelow, a female Hollywood director, after successfully winning the Oscar statuette in "The Hurt Locker" in 2010.
Speaking of which, his first impression of Catherine Bigelow was the other's appearance.
At the 2010 Oscars, Catherine Bigelow, who was tall in a linen silk long dress, looked only 30 years old. Both her figure and temperament were enough to crush most of the actresses on the red carpet.
But in fact, Catherine Bigelow was born in 1951. Even now in 1986, she is 35 years old.
Simon can only lament that there is never a lack of fairies in this world that can resist the erosion of time.
Then there is the other party's work.
After the Oscars that year, Simone watched several movies by Catherine Bigelow.
In all fairness, most of the films directed by Catherine Bigelow can only be said to be mediocre, but the roughness of the other party's works, like the totem of ancient stone pillars, is impressive. This woman seems to be full of her own The masculine language of the lens tells the audience in front of the screen that I can do what men can do, and I can still do what men can't.
Simon even feels that Catherine Bigelow's gender power shown through her works has taken a bit of ecstasy.
The bus started again and headed south along California Highway 1.
Catherine Bigelow focused all his attention on the manuscript in front of him after the slight gesture just now. Simon glanced curiously, judging from the text format on the paper, the woman should have a script in her hand, and then she didn't bother.
After more than an hour, it was not until Catherine finished reading the last page of the manuscript that Simon spoke at the right time: "Is this a script?"
A woman's sixth sense is always very keen. Just after reading the script, Catherine felt that the young man beside her would look at herself from time to time. As a beautiful woman, there is no shortage of strikers around her, and she has become accustomed to such things.
However, the other party didn't bother her for more than an hour, and she didn't speak until she finished reading the script. This also made Catherine somehow inexplicably feel good in her heart, so she smiled at Simon and nodded and said, "Yes. ."
Although she responded, Catherine did not have much willingness to talk to Simon.
Although the young man in front of him has an angular and handsome face, and his temperament is more mature than his peers, but in any case, this is obviously only a big boy under twenty years old. If friends know that they are being touched up by such a boy, they will definitely be laughed to death.
About to turn her gaze out of the car window to make a suggestive gesture of rejection, Catherine heard the young man next to her continue to say: "Actually, I also have a script. Or we can pass the time by looking at it. It will take several hours to get to Los Angeles. ."
With that said, Simon got up neatly, took the backpack from the overhead luggage rack, picked out one of the two manuscripts and showed it to Catherine.
Catherine felt a little surprised that Simon took out a script casually, but still classified Simon's actions as a strike-up category in her heart. I planned to explicitly refuse, but after scanning the title of the script in Simon's hand, she couldn't help but feel a little curious, and subconsciously asked: "Butterfly effect, what does this mean?"
"This is an assumption made by MIT Professor of Meteorology, Edward Lorenz, to explain his theory," Simon said, handing over the script to Catherine, and continuing: "Professor Lorenz assumes South America A butterfly in the Amazon basin occasionally flapped its wings. The impact of the flapping of the wings on the surrounding airflow continued to spread, causing a series of chain reactions, and finally forming a terrifying tornado in Texas."
Catherine listened carefully to Simon's explanation, and couldn't help shaking her head: "How can this be possible when the butterfly **** its wings and causes a tornado?"
Simon said: "Professor Lorentz is using this to describe the huge impact that a small variable may have on the entire system. Moreover, I think it is very possible, but we can't prove it."
Catherine hummed, not arguing with Simon, she is not a person who likes to argue with others. Realizing that he had unknowingly accepted the script called "Butterfly Effect", he opened it curiously.
Then, feeling the young man beside him still looking at him, he remembered what he said just now.
After hesitating, he handed over his script.
Anyway, as he said, let's pass the time.
Opened the script in her hand and glanced at it, realized something, and flipped through a few pages before Catherine finally decided.
It turned out that, including the title on the cover, the entire script was handwritten in neat English fonts similar to print, which made her look again at the young man beside her who had turned her attention to her script.
In this era, typewriters are already a very common office tool. It is very rare for young people to write scripts of more than 100 pages and write so beautifully.
Simon didn't know about Catherine's psychological activities. In fact, handwriting the script was also his helpless act. Living in a mental hospital, even if the doctor allowed him to own a typewriter, he couldn't afford it.
Putting Catherine's script on his knees and opening it, Simon recognized by this time, this should be the first feature film "Blood Corpse Night" directed by Catherine. When "The Hurt Locker" was awarded, he read the introduction of the film out of curiosity when inquiring about Catherine's information, but he didn't take the time to watch the film.
With the deepening of reading, Simon quickly sorted out the outline of the story in his hand.
Karebo, a young man on a farm in Oklahoma, met a girl named Mei and fell in love with her at first sight, but Mei was actually a vampire, and he turned Karebo into a vampire on impulse.
Karebo was subsequently taken away by May's vampire friends and forced to travel the world.
Although he possessed the ability to live forever, but after several twists and turns, Karebo realized that this was not the life he wanted, so he wanted to get out of this group of vampires. At the same time, Karebo's father and sister were with him. After disappearing, he took pains to embark on the road to find his relatives.
On the other side, after reading the last page of the script, Catherine looked up and found that Simon was still flipping through her script slowly, but she suddenly had a small urge to **** the script from him.
Although I don't like the overly pessimistic tone of "Butterfly Effect", Catherine has to admit that the ingenious and novel plot of "Butterfly Effect" is stronger than "Blood Corpse Night" after reading the whole story. too much.
In the final analysis, "Blood Corpse Night" is just a simple romance film in a vampire coat, and there are some script loopholes that even her can do nothing.
Waiting quietly for Simon to finish the script, Catherine couldn't help but involuntarily asked in a tone that she didn't even realize: "How?"
Simon thought for a while and said, "I really like the scene where Callebo kneels in front of May and **** the blood on her wrist, with a sense of morality that goes beyond ethics. This should be inspired by the phenomenon of lamb breastfeeding. In the future, the camera will be very touching."
Catherine didn't expect Simon to express her feelings based on a certain point in the script. Although the script of "Blood Corpse Night" was not completely written by her, the scenes Simon described at this time were precisely from her.
Many movie fans will make an excessive deconstruction completely beyond the director's intention after watching the film, but Simon's understanding at this time coincides with her mind. She has a background in fine arts, so she habitually adds some symbolic shots to the script.
"Then," after hesitating, Catherine asked bluntly, "Do you think there is anything that can be improved in this script?"
Hearing the woman's question, Simon was a little surprised, but he quickly said: "Perhaps, the farm can be changed into a ranch. I see a lot of farm scenes in the script, but no matter what the state of the farm, there is absolutely no shop The pastures full of green meadows are more graphic."
Catherine thought for a while, nodded, and then asked: "The last plot is that Karebo and May have changed back to human settings. Do you think there is a better way to deal with it?"
In the script of "Blood Corpse Night", the hero and heroine are transformed back into humans through blood transfusion. This setting is indeed very far-fetched.
However, Simon shook his head and said, "You should have revised the script many times, right? If you can, I definitely can't see this kind of plot now. There really is no way to change it, otherwise the second half of the script. Some parts need to be overthrown, and that must be another story."
Catherine nodded, knowing that Simon was telling the truth, but there was still disappointment in her expression.
Simon looked at the woman's expression and said, "Actually, there is one more place to adjust."
Catherine looked over again: "Huh?"
"The name of the actor," Simon said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Do you know? The name Karebo comes from Hebrew, but it actually means'ferocious hunting dog'. This name is too dirty, best another."
Catherine understood from Simon's smile that he was joking, and then smiled and joked: "You still understand Hebrew."
"Yeah, I'm fairly fluent. So, I will definitely mix very well in Hollywood in the future."
Hebrew is the national language of the Jews. As we all know, Hollywood is the Jewish world. Being able to speak Hebrew fluently will definitely give Simon the favor of many Jews in Hollywood.
In fact, due to inheriting the memory of twelve other people, not only Hebrew, but also more proficient English and Chinese, Simon can also speak German, French and Spanish at this time, which has almost covered the most mainstream in the world Several major languages. Therefore, even if he is doing a translator now, he must be the top one.
Listening to Simon's tone, Catherine had a slight urge to roll her eyes, and she felt that the young man had changed the subject a bit and did not want to comment too much on the meaning of her script. Perhaps, compared with his "Butterfly Effect", "Blood Corpse Night" really has nothing to say.
It's not that Simon is unwilling to give Catherine more suggestions, he is well aware of the advantages and disadvantages of Catherine's series of works.
The key point is that the two are still in a state of 'welcome to each other'. Is it possible to persuade her to curb the violent aura of deliberately obscuring gender consciousness in her works, and encourage her to show off the delicate side that she should be a woman?
How do I know that the film works of a beautiful woman like her would not be delicate enough?
Guess?
If you talk too much, you will show your stuff.
However, Catherine was not a forceful person, so she followed Simon's topic and said with a little chatty: "Then you think, what name should be changed to Callebo?"
"Simon, how is it?"
Catherine was a little puzzled: "Simon, is there anything special about this name?"
Simon stretched out a hand to the woman and smiled: "Simon Westero, ma'am, may I know your name?"
Catherine suddenly understood that this was his name.
"My name is Catherine Bigelow," shook his hand gently, Catherine also introduced herself with a smile, and curiously said: "Westero, a very rare surname, you can speak Hebrew, so , Is this a Jewish surname?"
"No," Simon shook his head and said, "This is my last name."
Westeros (Westeros) is an original vocabulary created by George Martin. This word should have appeared ten years later. Therefore, Simon is undoubtedly the only 'Westero' in the world.
Catherine could feel the slight sense of superiority implied in Simon's words, but there was no disgust in her heart.
He was able to create scripts such as "Butterfly Effect", to talk casually about the theory of a certain MIT professor, and to master Hebrew, a very niche language. Such an outstanding young man is proud Some are taken for granted.