Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 614 God Couldn't Make This Movie

Kodak Theatre.

The simultaneous interpreter standing nearby was stunned by this highly personal and "energetic" expression. He opened his mouth, hesitated for several seconds before reacting, and then translated it in the most straightforward way possible:

I've never met God
but I believe God is definitely not as good as my brother.”

This raw yet poignant statement, transmitted through headphones to the guests at the event, was instantly broadcast worldwide via television.

There was a brief silence.

Then, the entire theater erupted in enthusiastic applause.
They may not understand the deep brotherhood behind it, but they can feel the sincerity that comes from the bottom of their hearts.

This is more touching than any flowery language.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the signal, in the view of audiences worldwide, this sentiment spread like a virus.

"Was he dissing God at the Oscars? That guy's got guts."

"This is the most hardcore testimonial I've ever heard. Looking into his eyes, it was genuine."

"Oh, I like this kind of speech. It's so much better than those thank-you speeches from beginning to end. Forget about those scripted speeches."

This is the real moment of the night—raw, authentic, and unforgettable.

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Domestically, the situation has already reached a fever pitch.

The comments section in Sina's live stream was scrolling rapidly in a short time.

"Holy crap! That's awesome! 'I've never seen God, but God is definitely not as good as my brother'—that's amazing!"

"This acceptance speech was historic! The swagger was perfect!"

"Even the translator was dumbfounded, hahaha! How do you translate this? God is not my bro? I'm dying of laughter!"

In the live broadcast room, the guest commentators were also very excited.

"Beautiful! That was a wonderful acceptance speech!" Bi Chenggong waved his hand vigorously. "It shows the loyalty and righteousness of Chinese filmmakers! Film is art, but behind the film, there are ultimately the emotions between people!"

“I noticed a detail,” Liu Fan added.

"When Park Song-il said this, the camera cut to Wu Chen, whose eyes were also red and who was clapping vigorously. They had a friendship that came from working together on the machines and staying up all night. This kind of friendship is more precious than the Oscar itself."

CCTV-1 (China Central Television) Production Center.

It was almost nine o'clock, and many people were busy in the office.
The sounds of telephones ringing, keyboards clattering, and discussions about program planning filled the air. The aftershocks of the morning news had barely subsided when the workday for the new day had already begun.

Amidst this professional clamor, only one corner seemed somewhat "unrelated to the main business".

Chu Tianshu held a steaming cup of soy milk, but his eyes were fixed on a backup monitor on the control panel, where the Oscars were being broadcast live without his noticing.

He specially swapped shifts with his colleagues today and stayed home just to witness this moment.

When Kirk Douglas read out "1939," he clenched his fist so hard that he almost spilled the soy milk in his hand, his face beaming with barely suppressed elation.

When Park Song-il said, "God is not as good as my brother," Chu Tianshu's reaction was different from everyone else's.

He didn't laugh or gasp; instead, he let out a long sigh and finally smiled.

He felt as if he had pierced through the screen and returned to that cramped four-person dormitory at Beijing Film Academy, where he saw the usually taciturn Park Song-il fiddling with his camera, and the photographer following Wu Chen, carrying a video camera and swaying back and forth.
Just then, a figure carrying a teacup walked slowly behind him.

"Tianshu, this one seems to be your roommate too, right? He really makes you proud."

The speaker was Wang Jian, an assistant director from a production team on the general channel.

Chu Tianshu smiled indifferently.

Ever since he was transferred from another channel to the general channel, this Deputy Director Wang, relying on his seniority, used to intentionally or unintentionally trip him up in scheduling and equipment allocation, and his words always carried a subtle hint of criticism. Later, after learning that Wu Chen and others were his roommates, he became much more restrained.

At this moment, several photography assistants who had recently joined the crew gathered around, their eyes filled with admiration, and whispered:
"Brother Chu, Director Wu Chen and Teacher Park Song-il were really your college roommates? That's amazing! Could you... could you get them my autograph sometime?"

Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "No problem, we'll wait for them to return."

"Thank you, Brother Chu."

Seeing this, Wang Jian felt secretly displeased.

So what if Wu Chen and the others are your roommates? Do they think they can interfere with CCTV?
You're just someone who carries the camera!
Chu Tianshu ignored him and continued to look at the screen.

On stage, as the applause gradually subsided, Park Song-il took a deep breath to calm his excited emotions before continuing.

"Actually, I think this award should belong to my brother, Wu Chen."

Without him, there would be no "1939".

The concept of a pseudo-one-shot film, every shot, every staging, and every inch of lighting design, all originated from his mind.

All we did was carry out his idea.

God may have created this world, but God could not have made such a magnificent film.

And my brother did it.

Thank you, thank you to the production team, thank you to the judges.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the trophy again.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause once again.

The camera then focused on Wu Chen again.

He simply smiled and shook his head, but his clapping gesture was more resolute than anyone else's.

"I never expected that Song Ri, who is usually quite clumsy with words, would deliver an acceptance speech that was better than anyone else's."

Liu Yifei turned her head to look at Wu Chen and smiled sweetly.

"That's right, don't you see who you're with?"

"Just so you can show off."

Liu Yifei chuckled and patted Wu Chen's shoulder.

After such an emotional climax, the awards ceremony continued.

"1939" has finished its Oscar journey, winning one out of three, while "Black Swan" continues its journey.

The competition became evenly matched again for the next few awards.

The competition for Best Editing is the first head-to-head battle between "Black Swan," "The King's Speech," and "The Social Network."

When the presenter announced David Seidler's name, Weinstein's camp erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Wu Chen and David Fincher were among the first to applaud.

The two wore professional and polite smiles, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Although "Black Swan" got off to a good start, the subsequent technical awards went to either "Inception" or "1939," and many results have already been announced for the eight nominations.

However, after Christian Bale and Melissa Leo, the Best Supporting Actor and Best Supporting Actress respectively, won the Best Supporting Actor and Best Supporting Actress awards for their roles in "The Fighter"...

The nomination for Best Actress has been put on the agenda.
(End of this chapter)