America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 504 Isabel Tearing Isabel Apart
In Beverly Hills, Stuart Townsend saw off the woman who came to his door. Considering that today was the last day of the Cannes Film Festival, he quickly cleaned up the house carefully, packed all the garbage into a bag, and carried it out the side door.

Entering the alley, there are two trash bins placed opposite each other.

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

He followed the sound and saw that it was being set off by the scumbag neighbor next door.

Whoosh sounds rang out one after another, and salutes echoed through the sky.

Stewart had been watching this year's Cannes Film Festival because of Charlize Theron and guessed what happened.

It must be that bastard Martin Davis who won the Best Actor award at the Cannes Film Festival!
Stuart raised his head and looked at the sky over his neighbor's house.

Then, I remembered the reports in the media.

"Why do bad people always succeed?" Stuart said to himself, "Good people like me can't get ahead!"

Anyone who has a girlfriend would feel uncomfortable if he had a neighbor like Martin.

Especially since my girlfriend was at the film festival and was getting entangled with someone.

The more Stuart thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Amid the sound of cannon fire exploding overhead, he decided to take action.

So he raised his big foot and kicked Martin's trash can with a bang.

This was not enough, Stuart kicked the trash can several times until it was deformed.

After taking a few deep breaths, he raised his middle finger towards the Martin family and said coldly, "Don't mess with me!"

No one responded, only the sound of cannon fire.

After venting his anger, Stewart turned around and returned home. He had to check the living room and bedroom of the villa carefully again. If Charlize found out anything, such a good life would be over.

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

Martin won the Best Actor Award at the Cannes Film Festival and both of them were very happy.

Lily suddenly had a burst of inspiration and said, "I'm going to carve a new work based on Martin's winning of the Best Actor Award at the Cannes Film Festival."

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

In the basement of the manor, Elizabeth specially had a large room cleaned out as Lily's private carving studio.

On the way downstairs, the two called Martin one after another to congratulate him on winning the Cannes Best Actor Award.

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

As the new best actor, Martin was naturally one of the focuses at the party.

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

Among them, Hanif, a screenwriter from ****, also revealed a piece of news to him that the jury's vote for the best actor was eight to one in favor of him, and the only person who opposed was from India.

Martin said nothing.

After everyone left, Bruce stared at the Indian actor and whispered, "Do you want me to prepare a motorcycle for him?"

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

Bruce said, “I think the motorcycle exhaust pipe suits him very well!”

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

Good man Martin couldn't help but refute: "Old Bull, we are civilized people, how can we do such a thing?"

He reminded me, “There’s a pet shop on the Corniche. I remember they sold lizards there.”

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

Martin was not active in socializing, and most of the people present were purely European filmmakers, so the chances of future cooperation were negligible.

But the newly crowned Cannes Film Festival Best Actor, a Hollywood star with considerable box office appeal around the world, is very attractive in the eyes of some European directors.

In the name of art, low pay and high appeal...

Lars von Trier came over and said, "Martin, congratulations on winning the Best Actor award."

Martin recognized the Danish director and said, "I want to congratulate you, too. Your new film won the Best Actress award."

Lars von Trier clapped his hands and said: "Look, one of us won the Best Actor and the other won the Best Actress. We have a special fate."

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

Martin had a drink with him.

Lars von Trier put down his glass: "Speaking of film art, are you interested in joining a new artistic journey?"

Martin remembered that "The Female Hermit" was his work after 2010, and was somewhat curious about why he was going to make this film.

Lars von Trier continued: "I am preparing a new work here, an art film called Melancholia."

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

When Martin heard that it was another movie, he lost interest instantly and pointed at Thomas: "Russ, Hollywood has a rule that you have to talk to my agent about the job first."

"Damn Entertainment Act!" Lars von Trier cursed, and then said: "Martin, listen to me, this will be a key step in your artistic career. It will bring you a transformation in both acting and spirit."

If we can get Martin into the crew like we did with Dunst, then it won't be a problem to attract investment or make a profit for this film.

He suddenly raised his voice: "Never mind the damn entertainment law. Let's cooperate in Europe and leave a true masterpiece of film art for the world." Martin was too lazy to respond and turned his eyes to Thomas.

Thomas had worked with Martin for several years and immediately understood what he meant. He took the initiative to take over the conversation: "We can talk about cooperation slowly. Director Trier, let's talk about the preconditions first?"

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

Lars von Trier was dissatisfied: "This is film art and should not be measured by money."

Thomas said: "No matter how good the film art is, it still needs money to be realized."

As the two men argued with each other, Martin and Bruce moved away on their own accord.

Bruce saw it clearly: "They want to borrow your business appeal, but they don't want to pay for it."

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

This is Cannes, not Los Angeles, and he doesn't need to worry about his impact on the critics.

If the European media dares to scold him, the North American media will dare to scold him back.

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

Near the door of the banquet hall, Isabelle Huppert was with Menet, chatting as they walked towards the exit of the banquet hall.

Bruce couldn't help but say, "When Mene writes a memoir in the future, it will definitely be very interesting."

Martin said: "It is suitable for the Sacred Valley adaptation."

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

Mene was waiting nearby.

The night is still long, there is plenty of time for a midnight snack.

Suddenly, he noticed some unusual movements around him, and many people were looking towards the entrance of the banquet hall.

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

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

Isabelle Adjani spent a lot of effort to get into the party tonight. She relied on her years of reputation and qualifications to finally get in.

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

Thinking of the difficulties at the entrance, thinking of how she could have become the Palme d'Or presenter but ended up becoming a laughing stock, thinking of the grudges over the past thirty years, Anjelica's devilish temperament, which was completely opposite to her angelic face when she was young, suddenly erupted.

Isabelle Adjani was as beautiful as she was beautiful when she was young, but she also had a bad temper.

She passed by a table, picked up two glasses of blood-red Bordeaux wine, poured two half glasses into a full glass, and walked quickly towards Huppert.

Menet discovered Adjani's intention and could have pulled Huppert aside.

But Uncle Menet, who had watched too many Hollywood movies and was an actor himself, thought very quickly and took a step forward to block Huppert.

A full glass of red wine was poured over, splashing onto Mene's face and clothes.

There was an exclamation in the banquet hall.

When Ajani realized that she had splashed the wine on the wrong person, she didn't feel the slightest bit of apology or embarrassment and went to snatch the wine from the person next to her.

Huppert had heard the sound, turned around, and saw Menet's face covered in red wine, and immediately understood what had happened.

She endured such deep hatred for thirty years!
Isabelle Huppert picked up the decanter on Monica Bellucci's table, kicked off her high heels and rushed out.

She poured the half bottle of red wine in the decanter directly onto Ajani's head.

"Bitch!" Ajani is not one to suffer any loss, so she wanted to take action immediately.

Isabelle Huppert had tolerated her for too long, so she aimed at a spot on Anjani's head and swung the decanter and hit it with a bang.

This was when they were filming "The Brontës" that year. Anjani pretended to be in a real role and deliberately stabbed her!

Ajani was knocked dazed, her eyes rolled back, and she slowly fell down.

Everyone at the party was stunned. After all, these were the two Isabels who stood at the top of the French film industry!
"Drag this bitch out!" Huppert shouted as the president of the jury, "Throw her into the street to feed the dogs!"

Of course no one responded to her call.

Jacob, the chairman of the organizing committee, almost ran over.

The old man, who was almost eighty years old, almost had his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys run out.

Huppert ignored those people and turned around to ask Mene with concern: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay," Mene said.

Huppert brought a tissue and wiped the wine off Menet's face personally: "You don't have to get involved in the feud between me and Adjani."

Mene scratched his head and said, "She came over aggressively, and I didn't think much about it, so I blocked her."

Huppert gently stroked Menet's cheek, was silent for a moment, and said, "If you are having trouble developing in Hollywood, you can come to Europe to develop. I can help you a little."

Mene smiled and said, "I will come to Europe to see you often."

Huppert smiled and nodded: "Go change your clothes first, I'll take care of these things, and then we'll go out for a midnight snack."

(End of this chapter)