Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 616 The Reversed Ending
At the Kodak Theatre, time seemed to stand still.

When Kathryn Bigelow clearly uttered the words "Wu Chen, Black Swan";

The entire hall froze for a moment, then erupted into a tsunami of applause and cheers, as if a depth charge had been dropped.

The seating area for "Black Swan" instantly erupted in cheers!
Liu Yifei was the first to scream, hugging Wu Chen tightly without hesitation, and bursting into tears of joy.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Wu Chen let out a long breath, turned around and embraced Liu Yifei, planting a deep kiss on her smooth forehead.

The cast of "Black Swan" all stood up. Keira Knightley covered her mouth, her eyes still wet with tears. Mila Kunis and Vincent Cassel clapped enthusiastically, practically pushing Wu Chen towards the aisle.

Nolan, Leonardo DiCaprio, and others standing beside him immediately stood up, hugged him tightly, patted his back, and shouted:

"You deserve it, buddy!"

On the other side of this sea of ​​ecstasy, in the camp of "The King's Speech," Harvey Weinstein's smile froze completely, and the next second, it receded like the tide, sinking to the bottom.

He subconsciously rubbed the ring on his hand hard, but the cold touch could not calm the turmoil in his heart.

He's already won Best Actor, but the loss of the Best Director award means that the final outcome of this year's Oscars may have slipped out of his control.

For the first time, he felt a strong sense of unease about the upcoming Best Picture award.

Wu Chen stood up with a smile on his face, hugged each of his friends, and then walked onto the stage.

Meanwhile, back home across the ocean, it was already past nine in the morning.

The comment section of Sina's live stream completely spiraled out of control.

"Wu Chen!!! Best Director!!! Holy crap, the first Asian to do so!!!"

"Two Best Directors already, unbeatable, who else can compare?"

"Two twin films, two Best Directors."

The guests providing commentary during the live stream had already excitedly jumped up from their chairs and slammed their fists on the table.

"We won! We won!" Bi Chenggong's voice trembled slightly. "Director Wu Chen has won his second Academy Award for Best Director! And the second one for a mainland Chinese director!"

"This is incredible!" Liu Fan tried to sound professional, but his excitement was palpable. "Everyone, please note that Director Li An has only received one award so far."
In all of Asia, director Wu Chen is one of a kind! This achievement is historic!

Editors at major portal websites had already prepared two contingency plans.

The moment the results were announced, a flood of pre-prepared headlines appeared like snowflakes.

"A history maker! Wu Chen wins the Oscar for Best Director for the second time, becoming the first Asian to do so!"

"Black Swan: Midnight Frenzy! Wu Chen Beats David Fincher to Win Another Oscar!"

"Black Swan wins two major awards, with Wu Chen taking home the Best Director award, the only Asian to win such a prestigious title!"

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Meanwhile, in Taichung City, Taiwan, a huge pool film set is under construction.

Director Ang Lee has just finished a technical meeting regarding the CG effects for the tiger "Richard Parker" in "Life of Pi".

He carried a cup of tea back to the lounge and habitually glanced at the final result on the television on the wall.

On the screen, there was a picture of Wu Chen walking onto the stage.

Listening to the lively discussions outside, between the technicians brought in from Hollywood and the local staff, he couldn't help but be momentarily stunned, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

Looking at the excessively young figure on the screen, he recalled the age when he first received his Oscar, and the effort he had put into the "Life of Pi" project.

He remained silent for a long time, then finally a complex smile appeared on his face. He spoke softly to himself, and also as if to the young man in the distance:
"The younger generation surpasses the older generation."

Kodak Theatre.

Amidst applause from the audience, Wu Chen slowly walked onto the stage.

He walked past David Fincher's seat, and the director, known for his composure, stood up and shook his hand firmly: "Congratulations!"

Wu Chen nodded with a smile.

Although we don't know what the final award will be, it's clear that "The King's Speech" didn't go smoothly this time.

He walked through Harvey's area, and their eyes briefly met. No words were spoken, but the outcome was already decided.

After receiving the rather heavy Oscar from Kathryn Bigelow, Wu Chen smiled and walked to the microphone.

"Thank you."

He spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying a sense of composure and determination that instantly silenced the noisy scene.

"To be honest, my mind is a bit of a mess right now. But my photographer just said on stage that God is not as good as my brother."
Okay, this makes me feel like I deserved to win Best Director!

A perfectly timed joke drew another burst of laughter from the audience, easing the previously tense atmosphere considerably.

He paused, the smile on his face vanished, and his expression became serious and profound.

"I would like to dedicate this award to my team."

"Black Swan" is the result of everyone's hard work; it's not just my work. Every actor, every behind-the-scenes person, every night spent working until dawn—that's what makes this film truly exist." His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"Why do we make movies? We make movies not to depict reality, but to make reality bearable."

We use light and shadow to weave one dream after another for the audience in the dark cinema.

In that dream, the timid can become brave, the ordinary can experience greatness, and broken hearts can find a moment of solace.

Wu Chen paused for a moment, then said, "Some people say that movies are a dream of 124 years."

And today, this dream includes you, me, and all of us.

Thanks"

Wu Chen raised the trophy again.

This time, many people stood up to pay tribute to his words and to the sincerity that belongs to filmmakers.

Meanwhile, Harvey Weinstein remained seated in the audience, his face ashen, and the applause was perfunctory and weak.

He didn't hear a word Wu Chen said, because the anxiety in his heart was becoming increasingly intense.

Wu Chen's acceptance speech has ended, but the biggest suspense of the night has only just begun.

The grand finale of the awards ceremony.
Best Picture Award.

The award presenter was the renowned director Steven Spielberg.

His appearance on stage itself signifies the weight of this award.

On the big screen, clips of the ten nominated films flashed by in turn, including "127 Hours", "Inception", "The Fighter", and others.

There's even an animated film, Toy Story 3.
Of course, this animated film was just there to make up the numbers; nobody really believed it could win an award.

When Spielberg opened the last envelope, the entire Kodak Theatre was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Harvey Weinstein's hands were clenched into fists.

David Fincher remained coolly leaning back in his chair, but his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed his inner turmoil.

Wu Chen took a deep breath. Although he won Best Director, winning Best Picture was a double celebration. Even though he was working with Larry Emancipation Studios to produce this film, he was ultimately the director.
Paramount's people seemed to care more.

Spielberg glanced at the envelope and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

"This is a tough choice."

If anyone else had said that, they would have been criticized, but since it was Steven Spielberg, people chose to forgive him.

"That's what happens when he's so old; older people just read slowly."

"That's right, we should send someone younger next time."

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Chinese netizens couldn't help but make fun of it.

However, Spielberg stopped keeping everyone in suspense and spoke into the microphone:

"The Social Network."

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The moment the result was announced, the entire audience erupted in uproar!
Immediately, the Social Network's camp erupted in deafening cheers!
David Fincher jumped up.

This time, things really took a turn for the better.

After the Producers Guild's crushing defeat, he thought he was doomed. Moreover, the eight nominations for "The Social Network" this time resulted in a meager number of awards.

Fortunately, their collaboration with "Black Swan" brought about a turning point.

On the other side, Harvey Weinstein's body seemed to have all its bones removed in an instant, and he leaned back abruptly in his chair, his eyes glazed over.

He actually lost this time, and lost completely.

Wu Chen stood up and applauded the victory of The Social Network.

"Thank you," David Fincher said as he walked over and shook hands with Wu Chen.

"Well, in the end, Black Swan lost the final round."

Wu Chen smiled and shook hands with the other person.

"Oh, you're the biggest winner tonight." David Fincher looked at Wu Chen's Best Director trophy with great envy.

Although Best Picture is a prestigious award, it was given to the producer, who was merely invited to the stage.
Comparatively speaking, he values ​​this Best Director award more.

After sitting down, Wu Chen glanced to his right.

Harvey Weinstein offered a reluctant round of applause.
(End of this chapter)