Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 597 Golden Globe Award

Inside Industrial Light & Magic's all-black IMAX theater.

After the clip of traversing the wormhole finished playing, the screen went dark, but the elongated streaks of light from the stars seemed to linger on the retina.

The lights in the screening room slowly came on.

Wu Chen took off his 3D glasses and breathed a sigh of relief.

Beside him, Joe Letterman, the visual director of Industrial Light & Magic, could not hide his excitement.

“Wu, because of your design, this is the most complex fluid and particle simulation we’ve ever done.”

For this shot, we even rewrote a third of the renderer code.

Although the workload was heavy, the results were undeniably excellent.

“It’s not just me, it’s our entire team.” Wu Chen smiled and shook his head.

The entire art team, along with the data models provided by Kip Thorne and others, played an indispensable role in shaping these visuals.

Joe Letterman was somewhat surprised to hear this.

Many directors he has worked with would attribute the credit to themselves when they received similar praise.

He discovered that the young director in front of him did not seem to be the kind of person who was obsessed with personal heroism.

Wu Chen ignored it and instead looked at the current production schedule.
Meanwhile, in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.

On the eve of the Golden Globe Awards, the entire Hollywood seemed to be in turmoil.

Laughter and whispers filled the lobbies, bars, and restaurants of major hotels.

Paramount, Sony Classic, Fox Searchlight
Almost everyone from the company was running around the city, trying to gain the best chance of their film winning at the last minute.

Rebecca Sarkin was seen in the ballroom of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Los Angeles.

She was talking quietly with several high-ranking executives from Sony Classics, who were frowning, nodding uncomfortably from time to time, and glancing back out of the corner of their eyes every now and then.

Not far away, Weinstein's men were staring intently at them.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the banquet hall, Harvey's public relations team was unusually active.

Almost every journalist had their own briefcase. It was a thick stack of materials that packaged "The King's Speech" as a classic Hollywood story of "overcoming adversity and inspiring people."

"How about it? Our conditions aren't unreasonable. Think about it."

After Rebecca Sarkin finished speaking, she glanced back and couldn't help but smile.

Weinstein's people really don't hide anything.

Let's talk about it after the Golden Globe Awards tomorrow night.

The Sony Classics team exchanged glances, wanting to delay a little longer.

After all, asking them to make an early push for "Black Swan" in the Directors Guild and Screen Actors Guild is tantamount to cutting off their own flesh—it's too painful.

“It’s alright, we can wait.” Rebecca clinked glasses with the other person, then turned and left gracefully. “Even if we lose the Golden Globe, we won’t care too much.”

You should know better than I who Weinstein most wants to get rid of right now.

Watching Rebecca's departing figure, Harvey Weinstein, the shrewd businessman, felt a sense of unease.

The classic collaboration between Paramount and Sony made him sense a dangerous atmosphere.

Although he has already won the Producers Guild Award, the situation is not secure.

On the morning of the 17th (China time), which was the evening of the 16th (Los Angeles time), the Golden Globe Awards were held at the Hilton Hotel as usual.

The red carpet outside the hotel was already surrounded by layers of media and fans, with flashes of light coming from all directions, making it as bright as day.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 68th Golden Globe Awards ceremony.

The host's voice came from inside the venue, while the shouts of reporters and screams of fans outside almost shattered the night sky.

The cast and crew of "The King's Speech" were the first to appear.

Colin Firth, dressed in a black suit, walked gracefully in the middle, director Tom Hobart looked humble, and Weinstein waved confidently on the red carpet. The flashbulbs instantly focused.

"Colin! Are you confident tonight?"

The reporters' questions were directed at the Best Actor in a Drama Series.

On the other side, the cast and crew of "The Social Network" walked out.

David Fincher and Jesse Eisenberg appeared together, and the atmosphere was slightly reserved.

Finch's stern expression was interpreted by the media as "under immense pressure."

The crew of "Black Swan" arrived shortly after.

Wu Chen waved to both sides, and Keira Knightley and Mila Kunis walked side by side, immediately igniting the scene.

"Wu! What do you think of the producers' union's decision?"

Do you think Black Swan will be the big winner tonight?

Reporters swarmed around him, but Wu Chen just smiled and didn't respond. Soon after, he and his team entered the ceremony hall.

At this time, film critics also began their comments in the live broadcast rooms of several domestic portal websites.

"Director Wu's situation tonight may not be particularly optimistic."

The composition of the Golden Globe Awards judges differs from that of the Oscars; they tend to favor topics that generate buzz and star power.

The Social Network had a clear advantage in the early review season, while The King's Speech was a surprise hit at the PGA, creating a pincer movement.

Fortunately, the Golden Globes' influence on the final Oscar results has diminished in recent years, existing more as a bellwether and a celebration.

Listening to the comments from film critics, netizens have gained some understanding of the current situation.

Most people only learn about the details on the day of the awards ceremony. Otherwise, apart from movie fans and people who are interested in it, who would bother to go?

The issue sparked a flurry of discussion among netizens on the platform.

"There are four nominations tonight, so I think at least one will be nominated."

"I wish I could win all four awards!"

"You're dreaming. Didn't you see what the experts said? The situation is not optimistic."

Inside the ceremony hall, Wu Chen and the others were already seated.

The Hollywood Foreign Press Association made good arrangements; the crew of "Inception" were seated at the same table as them.

The latter also received four nominations, but they were not as prestigious as those for "Black Swan".

Shortly after, Nolan and his wife Emma Thomas arrived, but Leonardo DiCaprio was nowhere to be seen; he was not nominated this year.

"Haha, we'll be watching your performance tonight!" Nolan and Wu Chen greeted each other with a warm hug.

"Not at all, the Golden Globes and the Oscars are different." Wu Chen shook his head with a smile.

"Perhaps there's some hope for the best screenplay and the best original film score."

Nolan said calmly. Although he also longed for a big award, he was well aware of the situation this year; Inception was destined to face a tough challenge this awards season.

At that moment, Christian Bale walked over.

"Congratulations, Bell." Wu Chen and Nolan also stood up to congratulate each other.

Bale was nominated for Best Supporting Actor this year for his role in "The Fighter," and he is considered a strong contender.

Bale was surprised, then joked, "You all have four nominations, and you're here to congratulate me?"

"Haha, that doesn't count, you can't award it to me," Nolan replied casually.

"Of my four awards, only Kayle has a slightly higher winning rate; the rest..."

Wu Chen is a family member and knows his own affairs.

Tonight's Golden Globe Awards are unlikely to be the main battleground for "Black Swan".
(End of this chapter)