Chapter 1085 Intercepting the Script
Taking a deep breath, Kitcher showed his calm side, "Then, we will not disturb you for the time being."
Looking at the expression of reluctance and refusal to stand up, it seemed Mangold, who was still preparing to persuade Anson, used his eyes to signal Edgar, who was watching eagerly.
Although Edgar kept his smile and his expression unchanged, and there was nothing unusual about it, Mangold still understood. He had no choice but to pull out his chair and stand up with his head downcast. He did not hide his unwillingness and grievances, and there was no need to speak. The body language has already expressed it clearly.
Kitcher looked a little helpless, but didn't know how to defend Mangold. He could only smile at Edgar, carefully covering up his embarrassment.
But without thinking, Ansen said, "Wait."
All eyes were focused on it.
"If you don't mind, could you send me the script? I'd like to read it."
A pause.
At this time, you can clearly notice that the air is suddenly quiet, because the trivial sounds of other customers in the cafe and the sound of the coffee machine running continue to surge, as if someone has manually adjusted the white noise button to the maximum, All the sounds surged above the eardrums with incomparable clarity.
Kitcher and Edgar were both ready to speak to break the silence, but neither was as quick as Mangold.
“Okay.”
Mangold said.
The eyes are bright and eager to try. It seems that there are springs under the soles of the feet, and the body is jumping slightly uncontrollably.
“Of course. No problem.”
Although he was a little slow and missed the opportunity, Edgar still spoke and remained calm, "Send it directly to William Morris. I will forward it to Anson."
Mangold hesitated slightly , glanced at Edgar warily, and finally looked at Anson, as if he was worried that Edgar would intercept the script.
Edgar looked helpless.
Anson looked at Edgar with a gloating smile in his eyes, then looked at Mangold again and nodded slightly.
"No problem. Just William Morris, I'll get it."
Mangold then relaxed and said, "I'm very much looking forward to your feedback."
After a few more pleasantries, Mangold and Kitcher said goodbye. This time they didn't stay, and simply left the coffee shop. Take a deep breath of the outside air.
Involuntarily, Kitcher stopped and looked in the direction of the cafe again, staring at Anson's back——
Now, calm down, reason returns, and the hot blood above gradually cools down, He thought he would hesitate again and question his previous judgment.
As Anson himself said, is Anson's acting skills worthy of trust?
So far, Anson’s brightest and most important label is still the vase.
Even though "Elephant" won the Palme d'Or in Cannes, Anson still hasn't proven himself as an actor. Maybe he has box office appeal, but can this handsome boy act?
Leonardo DiCaprio is like that.
"Titanic" is already a distant memory six full years ago, but when "Gangs of New York" was released, doubts and criticism surrounding Leonardo were still firmly in the mainstream, full of Prejudice and provocation.
Not to mention Levi.
A "cat and mouse game" is far from enough to remove the label from the vase.
So, can Anson really shoulder the heavy responsibility? In a biopic, to really carry the weight of the character and dig into the heart of the character?
These doubts always exist. There is no difference between Kitcher and the general public.
Kitcher thought he would be worried, hesitant, and regretful. After his blood cooled down and his rationality returned to his brain, those shortcomings would resurface again.
However, no.
It was just an intuition, but as time went on, this intuition became clearer and firmer, and my mind truly settled down.
"James?"
Mangold's call came to his ears. Kitcher retracted his gaze to follow the footsteps and took two steps forward. After all, he couldn't hold back and took the initiative to break the silence.
"Maybe, he is a treasure, what do you think?"
"Aye, sir." Mangold deliberately used a naughty tone.
Then Kitcher smiled, brightly. Meanwhile, in the cafe.
Anson looked up at Edgar, but did not leave in a hurry.
Edgar could clearly see the smile in Anson's eyes, and he showed a serious expression, "Were they just worried that I wouldn't transfer the script to you?"
Anson lightly Shrugging lightly, "If you are not satisfied with the script, will you intercept it?"
Edgar bathed in Anson's bright gaze, and finally said frankly, "I can't deny it."
Anson smiled.
Edgar spread his hands, "Hey, this is my job. Otherwise what should the agent do? I'm not a nanny. They shouldn't bypass the agent and go directly to you."
< br>Anson's eyes were filled with smiles, "Do you feel that your position as an agent is being threatened?"
Edgar coughed twice, cleared his throat, and abruptly changed the subject, "The interview is Really. Three interview teams are waiting in your trailer.”
Anson, "I don't doubt it. But I believe there shouldn't be such a rush."
Edgar opened his mouth and tried to quibble, but finally swallowed, "How did you see that? Could it be that I Are your acting skills that bad? Did they notice it?"
Anson shrugged lightly, "If you are going to become an actor full-time, you may need to polish it, otherwise you will be like me playing a vase. "
Knowing it was a joke, Edgar laughed and sat down opposite Anson helplessly.
Anson then explained, "If you are really anxious, you will ask Noah to come over, and you will stay and deal with the reporters to prevent them from being angry."
But apparently, Edgar himself showed up.
So, things may be different.
Edgar suddenly understood and couldn't help but shook his head slightly, "Does your head always turn so fast?"
Anson, "So you shouldn't worry about me being abducted by them. "Yes."
Edgar was stunned and laughed, "Yes, I should be worried about them being fooled by you."
Anson, "You said deception, I said charisma, we should seek common ground while reserving differences."
Edgar laughed directly.
Anson looked back out the window. At this time, the two James figures could no longer be seen. Then he looked back at Edgar, "What's going on? You look particularly nervous. You are running and sprinting all the way. Did you come over?"
Edgar sat down opposite Anson, "Have you agreed on anything?"
Anson, "You have seen the ending, I am going to read the script. That’s all.”
Edgar looked slightly embarrassed, "Anson, I'm afraid this is not a good project."
Unexpected, but reasonable.
Considering that the two James bypassed the agent and went directly to Anson, Anson had already been mentally prepared that Edgar might not like it; or in other words, the two James were worried that the agent might become an obstacle. So they chose to cross Chencang secretly.
Now, Edgar's reaction also proves this.
But why?
Anson looked at Edgar, "Is the script that bad?"
Edgar sighed, "To be precise, I don't know. I haven't read the script; but, that was James just now -Mangold and James Kitcher, they are preparing a biopic of Johnny Cash, right?”
Anson nodded in affirmation.
Edgar, "That's right. As soon as I heard the director talking about Johnny Cash, I had a hunch that it might be this project and rushed over immediately."
"Something is wrong."
(End of this chapter)