In London in February, you can already smell the breath of spring, while Warsaw, the capital of Poland, is still in the snow and ice. Due to physical condition, Ryan dislikes this kind of weather the most, but many scenes of "The Pianist" need to be completed in the snow and ice.

In the hotel room, Ryan sat next to the old fireplace, enjoying the pitiful nutritional meal. He was about to pick up the hot coffee next to him, and Roman Polansky, who was sitting on the sofa, spoke.

"Ryan, you're going to keep a diet, and if you can, I hope you're thinner," he reminded.

"Roman, believe me, if I were to send me a roasted lamb at this time, I could eat it all!" Ryan waved his hand, venting the long-established resentment in his stomach, and said, "I weigh only a little over one hundred and thirty-two pounds now!"

If it was changed to a metric system, it would be over 60 kilograms. With Ryan’s height of six feet per inch, his weight was as thin as the bamboo in the exterior picture sent by Ang Lee.

Ryan even doubted that the snow and snow outside would fly into the sky and become part of the snow and snow.

Maybe he can become a snowman!

Fresh thoughts and diverting attention are undoubtedly a good way to deal with hunger. Ryan was helpless. The sudden snowstorm in Warsaw brought huge obstacles to the crew, which forced the filming to push back.

"Ryan, there are some shots that I hope you can take after a while. The feeling of hunger will help you understand the situation of the character at that time."

Roman Polansky's words were simply a little insulting. Ryan was very suspicious. He made a special trip to invite this guy to take the camera. Is it the right choice?

Shaking his head, Ryan walked to the piano. After doing some simple preparation, his hands fell on the black and white keys. The first narrative song of Chopin's G minor was played. Although he threw the music aside over the years, he had practiced hard when he was a child. After coming to Warsaw, he didn't use much time to find the feeling he had back then, but it took time and practice to restore a certain level of performance.

Ryan remembers it very clearly that Adrian Brody paid a heavy price for this role in his previous life. During the filming, he even had to spend at least four hours to practice the piano every day while starving. This is actually nothing.

If you want to gain something, you need to make equal or more efforts.

Besides, I'm afraid that all this I endured was not even one-tenth of Spearman himself back then.

After practicing piano for a while, Polansky and Ryan discussed the roles again and then left. He took on this director job, but he watched more about the theme of the movie and the cold script. He never thought that he and the representative figures of Hollywood commercial movies would be together.

Unexpectedly, his view on this movie actually has so many similarities with himself. Does this guy also have a deep understanding of art movies?

But why can't he concentrate on artistic creation, instead of focusing on those so-called commercial popcorns?

This is simply a crime, wasting talent is a crime!

Of course Ryan didn't know Roman? Polansky's thoughts, and he didn't care too much about his opinion of himself. The old Polish man's personality is indeed weird, but standing behind the camera, he will become a serious and responsible director. Perhaps because of his experience of traveling to Hollywood, he did not insist on adding the so-called things that the audience doesn't like in the picture, just like traditional European directors.

When Ryan thought, his intersection with Roman Polansky was limited to this movie.

The mobile phone suddenly rang, and the monotonous ringtone was extremely harsh in the quiet room. Ryan looked at the number displayed and smiled.

"Hi, Nicole."

"Dear. Guess where I am now." Nicole's voice came with the woman's laughter and the rolling sound of the waves.

"Hawaii? Beach?" Ryan asked.

"I answered correctly, but there was no extra point." Nicole asked with her laughter, "Where are you, how are you there?"

"Warsaw is covered with snow and snow, and is currently suffering from a blizzard." Ryan said helplessly, "I am hiding in the hotel. The old fireplace here is very distinctive."

"Protect yourself, Ryan." Nicole's voice was obviously worried, "Don't forget your physique."

"Don't worry, I'm very strong." Although he knew Nicole couldn't see it, Ryan still made a bent arm posture.

"Don't forget, you're not in good health right now." Nicole probably remembered Ryan's performance when she was a little overwhelmed. "If I had known that this movie would have suffered so much, I would stop you if I said anything."

"Okay, my dear, it's just a few months, and it's gone soon."

"Okay, let's just do it for the time being...ah, Taylor!" Nicole said after screaming, "The little guy wants to talk to you."

Then Taylor's voice rang in his ears, "Ryan, I heard it's snowing there?"

"I guess the snow on the street can be over my knees." Ryan walked to the window, and there was a world of strong winds and heavy snow outside.

"Oh...so that." Ryan guessed that there would be no good thing next. Sure enough, "I haven't seen snow for a long time, Ryan, can you mail me a copy?"

After saying that, the little guy over there had already burst into laughter.

"Dear, if I have the chance, I will ask FedEx to send you to the Arctic to watch the snow..."

"Don't, it's too cold."

After hanging up the phone, most of the depression caused by dieting was dissipated. Ryan was about to go to the hotel lobby when his cell phone rang again.

This time it's a number from Los Angeles.

"Hello, Ryan."

Despite the sound of hoarseness and confusion, Ryan heard its owner, "Charlie?"

"I didn't expect it was me, that's right. I guess you rarely think of me."

"You... have you drunk?" Ryan asked tentatively.

"I was in a good mood, I drank a little."

Are you in a good mood? Judging from Ryan's voice, this statement seems to be the opposite?

"What happened, Charlie?"

"Do you know, Ryan, I won the Golden Globe Award. The Golden Globe Award for Best Drama Actress, a very important award. Many people congratulate me. Those who know, those who don't know, some come to the door in person, and some call..."

"Sorry, Charlie." Ryan scratched his head. After he explained the public relations matters, he forgot about it. "Now, congratulations, isn't it too late?"

"How could it be?" Charlize Theron's voice sounded very strange, as if he was biting his lips and tongue, suppressing something. "I'm not a fool. With my qualifications and connections, if you weren't pushing behind my back, this award would definitely not be able to fall into my hands..."

Listening to the strange murmur on the phone, Ryan sighed, "Charlie..."

"Ryan, how should I thank you? The Oscar nomination for Best Actress, wow... How do you think I would like to thank you?" South African Diamond never stopped saying that, "According to Hollywood rules, I must thank you. Don't say that we are good friends, I have never regarded you as my good friend!"

"Charlie, you're drinking too much." Ryan suddenly felt a headache. What's going on? Did he make a mistake in helping others?

"Where are you now, London or Warsaw?"

The person on the other side of the phone must have drunk too much. Ryan didn't listen to his words at all. He was still saying to himself, "I've been in Hollywood for so long and I know that the rules of giving will be corresponding rewards..."

"Okay, Charlie, stop talking drunk."

Frowning, Ryan sighed again and simply hung up the phone. Only then did God know what a drunk woman would say.

It seems that I should keep some distance from that South African diamond?

After living together for so many years, Ryan knew the bad nature of men. Even if his control was slightly stronger, he would definitely be more powerful than other men. Otherwise, there would be no Nicole and Natalie...

Even if the other person has a very favorite type from body shape to careful personality, but...

Ryan finally made up his mind that Charlize Theron's affairs would be left to Pi. Jinsley had already handled it and he would not mix it in. If he couldn't control something, it would be a huge trouble.

Warsaw is in the snow and snow, and Wellington, the capital of New Zealand, located in the southern hemisphere, is in the hot summer. Peter Jackson temporarily moved his studio to the city to cooperate with the entire filming of "The Lord of the Rings".

At this time, the crew, including him and his wife, is determining the final audition results for several roles.

"Do you have no objection to the candidate for Legolas?" Seeing everyone shaking their heads, Peter Jackson continued, "That's him."

He said to his assistant, "Send a formal notice to Orlando Bloom's agent."

Then, the fat man from New Zealand said a lot of names of actors, such as Sir Ian McClane who played Gandalf, Elia Wood who played Frodo Baggins, Cate Blanchett who played Kellan Trell, etc.

At this point, there is only one main character left in this group scene.

"Awen Muxing." Peter Jackson picked up an audition photo in the information, with the person with a long black hair and long face. "I think the most suitable person is her."

Julius Stewart shook his head without hesitation. Everything else was easy to say, and the actor said she would not agree with anything.

"Peter." Francis Watts winked at her husband.

She didn't expect that her husband was so stubborn. Almost most people in the circle had heard of this actress, and they would definitely not be able to pass the level of Jenkins Film.

"Oh well."

Peter Jackson was neither an idealist nor a stubborn paranoid. He took another document, "Then choose her."
Chapter completed!