Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 227 The Oscars are settled

"Damn, is this what a cultured person is like?"

"Damn, that's the power of words! Not a single word is mentioned, but the meaning is self-evident!"

"Awesome! High EQ, a direct and powerful blow!"

Not only were domestic audiences stunned by Wu Chen's acceptance speech, but even international netizens couldn't help but express their amazement:

"Respectable!"

"A refined sniper rifle!"

"The sniper in formal attire didn't raise his voice, but he elevated the entire scene."

"I have immense respect for him. He turned a mistake into a message. He's amazing."

At the same time, domestic news outlets also reacted immediately.

Wu Chen wins the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay; his speech is praised as "a shining moment for Chinese-language filmmakers."

[Wu Chen's acceptance speech for the Original Screenplay Award: Chinese filmmakers are no longer silent on the world stage!]

Even foreign media outlets were quick to publish this acceptance speech, showering it with praise.

Wu Chen wins Best Original Screenplay Award and delivers the most talked-about speech of the night!

When history is written incorrectly, Wu Chen rewrites it with language!

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Meanwhile, in Beijing, at Ning Hao's home.

The computer was still on, and the replay of the Oscars ceremony was in progress.

Holding a cup of hot water, Ning Hao couldn't help but exclaim, "Amazing! Truly amazing!"

Xing Aina leaned back on the other side of the sofa, munching on sunflower seeds as she commented, "When will you be able to write lines like this?"

"I could write it, but unfortunately I'm not given the opportunity," Ning Hao sighed, prompting Xing Aina to retort.
"Damn it, when did you become so shameless?"

"."

Meanwhile, in a courtyard house in Beijing.

The lights were soft and yellow, and the script for "Mei Lanfang" was stacked on the desk, but Chen Kaige didn't turn the page; his eyes were fixed on the screen in front of him.

The TV was on, and the footage of Wu Chen receiving the award was still playing on replay.

Chen Hong sat quietly on the sofa, without saying a word.

After a long silence, Chen Kai finally spoke: "You speak very eloquently, you dare to think, act, and take responsibility, that's remarkable."

Chen Hong nodded and replied with only one word: "Mm".

Unlike Chen Kaige and Chen Hong, who remained somewhat silent, Lu Tianming remained completely silent throughout the entire process. After much deliberation, he finally called Lu Xun, who was still building the Nanjing! Nanjing! set in Nanjing.

"Don't cause trouble for Wu Chen in the future. You can't compare to him. Just focus on doing your own thing."

Upon hearing the news, Lu Xun was indignant: "Dad, this isn't my problem. He's been making things difficult for me all along. Whose side are you on?"

"No matter which side I take, you can't win," Lu Tianming sighed helplessly. "Did your teacher get involved in the script review?"

"The teacher said after the New Year. But I don't know the specifics."

"Okay! You don't need to ask any more questions, just wait patiently." Lu Tianming nodded and then hung up the phone.

On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, the night lights of Los Angeles fall on the dome of the Kodak Theatre.

But inside the Kodak Theater, the rhythm shifted, and the atmosphere reached its peak.

As Wu Chen won the Best Original Screenplay award for "Get Out," the applause had barely subsided when the next round of awards was quickly announced.

The awards for Best Song and Best Editing were presented one after another. Although they were not related to "Get Out", the audience's attention was no longer as scattered as before.

Everyone in the theater knew that the grand prize was just around the corner.

"The following is one of the key moments of the evening."

Host Alan smiled as he introduced the five nominees for Best Actress, which appeared on the screen behind him.

Applause erupted.

Veteran actor Philip Seymour Hoffman, dressed in a black suit, calmly took to the stage, his tone gentle yet authoritative:

"Best Actress represents the most powerful projection of the soul on the screen."

With their eyes, their breath, and their silence, they shaped half of the world's emotions and struggles.

The screen played clips of each candidate, creating a series of climaxes.

In the audience, Jason Blum shrugged and muttered:
"I bet this is the least suspenseful award tonight. The Queen, the old men can't possibly choose anyone else."

Wu Chen chuckled upon hearing this and nodded in agreement.

as predicted.

"The Best Actress award goes to Helen Mirren for *The Queen*."

As soon as Hoffman finished speaking, the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Helen Mirren stood up, her eyes slightly red, nodded gently, and walked steadily toward the stage.

Her portrayal of Queen Elizabeth was calm, composed, and extremely dignified, almost becoming a benchmark for British court dramas, and making everyone understand that she truly deserved this Academy Award.

Following closely behind is the Best Actor award.

The entire audience held their breath.

The nominees are all remarkable, even Chadwick Boseman, who became a representative of a new generation of black film stars because of "Get Out".

Leonardo DiCaprio, Blood Diamond.

Ryan Gosling, Half Nelson.

Chadwick Boseman, Get Out.

Will Smith, The Pursuit of Happyness.

Forrest Whittaker, The Last Dictatorship.

Chadwick clasped his hands on his knees, his knuckles white, trying to suppress the violent heaving of his chest.

However, Wu Chen and Jason Blum felt that Chadwick Boseman's chances were slim, because even with his black skin, Will Smith's "The Pursuit of Happyness" was a hindrance.

But even the slightest hope for this thing could lead to a miracle, and everyone is waiting in anticipation.

Reese Witherse walked politely onto the stage, and the envelope was opened.

The Oscar for Best Actor is:

She glanced at the card, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

"Forrest Whittaker, The Last Dictatorship."

Applause erupted in the audience.

There was a brief silence among the Get Out crew. Chadwick forced a smile and stood up to applaud along with the other candidates.

But the camera quickly cut to Leonardo, who was seen with his mouth slightly open, his brows furrowed, and a look of resentment on his face.

People watching the live stream from various countries couldn't help but smile knowingly, while domestically, the comments section erupted with playful banter:
"Hahaha, this shot is amazing! The reaction is more exciting than a lottery draw!"

"It's Leonardo DiCaprio again, still no win! This year's MVP is the photographer, who specializes in taking meme-worthy photos!"

"It's a pity about Chadwick, but he acted really well. I hope he will have more leading roles in the future."

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In the screening room of the Beijing Film Academy, everyone was still immersed in the subtle contrast of the Best Actor result being announced. After a few sighs, the classroom suddenly fell into a tense, breathless silence.

Because the next award, Best Director, will be announced soon.

As the stage lights changed, the host raised his voice, instantly capturing everyone's attention.

"Now, please welcome the presenters for tonight's Best Director award: Francis Ford Coppola, George Lucas, and Steven Spielberg."

When three legendary Hollywood figures appeared on stage together, the Kodak Theatre erupted in enthusiastic applause that lasted for nearly a minute.

"Wow, what a strong lineup!" "Damn, these three presenting the Best Director award, that's a really generous honor."

"Please, please, please!"

"."

Not only were domestic audiences extremely nervous, but Liu Yifei and Shu Chang themselves also felt "heart-pounding with anxiety."

Shu Chang couldn't help but cover her eyes with her hand: "Qianqian, why don't you just tell me the result later? I don't want to open my eyes."

Liu Yifei couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Why don't you plug your ears up too? Are you trying to eavesdrop?"

"makes sense"

The temperature inside the Kodak Theater continued to rise, and Wu Chen's heart began to race.

Audiences, industry professionals, and global media all held their breath.

The screen flashed by the five nominated directors in turn:

Clint Eastwood, Letters from Iwo Jima.

Steven Frills, The Queen.

Wu Chen, *Escape from Deadly Town*.

Alejandro González Iñárritu, *Babel*.

Martin Scorsese, The Departed.

Each name is enough to rewrite a chapter of film history.

Martin Scorsese had his eyes downcast, his lips pursed, and his hands crossed on his knees.

Clint Eastwood's gaze was calm, occasionally glancing at the side of the screen, his expression as profound as the veteran in his film.

Of the thousands of people in the audience, not a single person uttered a sound.

Spielberg glanced at the card and handed it to Coppola in the middle.

Coppola took a deep breath, unfolded the prize list, glanced at it, and then looked down at the audience.

He announced in his usual deep and calm voice:

The winner of the Academy Award for Best Director is:

Martin Scorsese, *The Departed*!

Inside the Kodak Theater, applause erupted like a tsunami in an instant.

Martin stood up, swaying slightly. Leonardo immediately supported him, and the two smiled at each other, tears welling in their eyes.

After years of being ineligible for the Oscar for Best Director, he has finally received his long-awaited honor.

The camera quickly panned across the other candidates. Wu Chen sat at the edge of the light, smiling and clapping, seemingly without a trace of disappointment.

This composure was captured perfectly by the camera.

González nodded and clasped his hands together in congratulations.

Clint even stood up and gently clapped his hands;

At this moment, viewers in the domestic live stream couldn't help but feel regret:

"What a pity! It lost to age and seniority. Actually, Martin Scorsese's 'The Departed' is not as good as the domestic 'Infernal Affairs'!"

"Although defeated, it is still glorious!"

"Martin won when he should have won, but I feel sorry for Director Wu."

"It's okay, we'll make a comeback in the end!"

"Currently, three out of six are out of three, which isn't bad, I guess!"

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A long sigh echoed through the various screening rooms of the Beijing Film Academy. Some protested the injustice, while others could only look forward to the final major award.

"Oh, so close."

"It's a pity, it would have been great if we had won this award."

"Indeed, Scorsese deserves an award; he truly made history."

"It would be perfect if we could get it today."

The photography department teachers sighed, somewhat unwilling to accept the situation.

"That's enough. Wu Chen is still young, so let's not put so much pressure on him," Mu Deyuan said after a long silence.

"Too!"

Everyone nodded slightly upon hearing this.

In her villa on the outskirts of Beijing, Liu Yifei had her hands clenched tightly on her knees, her fingertips turning white.

Shu Chang sat beside her and gently patted her hand: "It's okay, you've already won three, and there's still one last big prize to go, don't worry."

Liu Yifei smiled upon hearing this, a gentle light in her eyes: "Mm!"

The applause from the audience was still echoing.

Although Wu Chen had a smile on his face, he was still slightly unwilling.

Jason Blum, standing next to him, punched him on the shoulder with his fist and grinned, "Almost! But I believe in you, you'll definitely get it in the future."

Chadwick and Blake Lively then offered their words of comfort.

Wu Chen nodded without saying anything, only looking at the stage.

At that moment, Martin Scorsese was receiving the Oscar, his expression a mixture of bewilderment and excitement.

He had waited for this moment for over thirty years, and finally, it arrived on this night.

"Thank you to the college, and thank you to every friend who still believed I could win another award," he said in a hoarse voice.

"I must also thank the original work, 'Infernal Affairs,' a great film from Hong Kong, China. Thank you for giving us this inspiration, and thank you for letting the world see how a crime story from the East can be reborn in a global language."

He paused, then smiled slightly at Wu Chen, who was not far away:
"Tonight, we have a young Chinese director here who reminds us that respect is more important than re-creation."

The audience applauded again.

Those watching the live stream in China got excited again and shouted "Wu Chen is awesome!" once more.

After all, this was something Wu Chen had fought for. If it weren't for Wu Chen's efforts, Martin Scorsese might have mentioned it, but it certainly wouldn't have been done with such fanfare.

At the Oscars ceremony, the spotlights turned, and the image refocused.

The host said solemnly, "Next, we will present the last and most important award of the evening: Best Picture."

Two Oscar-winning actresses, Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson, walked onto the stage together.

Under the lights, award clips were played in sequence:

The Departed, Little Miss Sunshine, Letters from Iwo Jima, Get Out, Babel.
At this moment, all five production teams held their breath in anticipation.

On the set of "Little Miss Sunshine," the producer and director prayed quietly.
The Babel team looked somber, with González holding his water glass and not daring to look up.

Although the "Infernal Affairs" crew had won a major award and their expressions had become more subdued, Martin, leaning back in his chair, still kept his eyes fixed on what was ahead.
All the film crews are praying.

This award is not only the culmination of honors, but also a symbol of commercial success, distribution, and historical significance.

According to statistics, winning Best Picture alone can bring production companies an additional $50 million in box office revenue and countless secondary market copyright benefits.

Chadwick, Viola, and the others remained silent, their expressions almost solemn.

Wu Chen and Jason Blum were anxiously watching Diane Keaton on stage as she opened an envelope.

He paused for a moment, then Nicholson looked at the audience, smiled, and raised his eyebrows: "Ladies and gentlemen!"

The next second, the two spoke in unison:

"79th Academy Awards Best Picture:"
Get Out!

The entire audience was taken aback at first.

Then an uproar ensued!
The applause was like a landslide and a tsunami, instantly engulfing the entire Kodak Theatre.
(End of this chapter)