Huayu09: Starting with Hijacking Xiao Shenyang

"Others want to watch movies, so they pay for DVDs. This person just finds someone to act in the movie. I'm so envious. This life has been worth living."

Chen Mo made a sarcastic remark without any politeness.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Lou Ye, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, pointed at Chen Mo and asked excitedly.

"Did I say anything to you? Why are you so quick to jump to conclusions?"

Chen Mo said something nonchalantly.

"I…"

Lou Ye was caught in a dilemma: should he respond or not?

Just like his movies, it's all twisted and unsettling.

"You neoliberal old-fashioned intellectual, you've learned a bit about the West and don't know your own name anymore. Besides considering sexual promiscuity fashionable, what else can you do?"

Chen Mo chuckled coldly.

I have the utmost contempt for people like that.

He's a superstitious anarchist on one hand, and an incompetent overgrown child on the other.

The law of the jungle dictates that the strong prey on the weak.

Do you understand life?

There is no other way but to become a candied apple.

"You...you...you don't understand art at all, Teacher Zhao! Please keep your student in check!"

Lou Ye was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged.

Zhao Benshan kept his eyes fixed on the stage. The awards ceremony was about to begin. What's all the noise about? Can't you show some respect for art?

"The narrative logic is a complete mess, the camera work is so shaky it makes you want to vomit. Can they even handle non-linear storytelling? Can they tell a complete story clearly?"

"Pfft..."

Jiang Wen laughed in a very underhanded way.

"The male and female protagonists are always schizophrenic, pretentious intellectuals, inexplicably melancholic and neurotic, constantly preoccupied with trivial matters, their brains turned to mush by neoliberalism. Do they even know what left-wing or right-wing means?"

Chen Mo was still unleashing his full power.

Lou Ye's face had turned a deep purplish-red, and he was completely powerless to defend himself against the barrage of criticism.

I regret not acknowledging Zhao Benshan.

"Let me tell you, all the cultural movements of the 60s were basically against capitalism, including the hippie movement and the French New Wave, and the leading figures were almost all Maoists."

"Do you know what Godard's true nature is? And what Sakamoto Ryuichi's true nature is?"

"Cultural workers must first and foremost be cultured!"

"After more than ten years of filming, he hasn't improved at all. It's absolutely disgusting!"

Chen Mo despised these old guys who were genuinely uncultured or pretending to be ignorant.

The former is the real country bumpkin.

The latter is the bigwig who takes money to do things.

"You, you, you..."

Lou Ye clutched his chest with one hand, his eyes rolling back in anger.

"Uncle Wen, when faced with someone like this, do you know what I most want to do?"

Chen Mo turned to look at Jiang Wen and asked with a smile.

"Aren't you already doing it?"

Jiang Wen and Little Bear shrugged.

My nephew, you're asking a question you already know the answer to.

"That's not enough. Just recommend it to an immigration agency and let him experience the power of capital."

"I...I...I..."

Someone rolled their eyes and fainted on the spot.

"director!"

"Director! What's wrong?"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The crew of "Spring Breeze" slapped and pinched his philtrum, finally waking the old literary youth up.

"He's not dead? Oh, how come he's not dead? Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years."

Chen Mo shook his head and sighed softly, exclaiming how regrettable it was.

"call…"

Lou Ye exhaled a breath of stale air.

Having just narrowly escaped death, I dare not easily provoke young people.

The firepower is too strong!

Show no mercy, every word is piercing to the heart.

He tried to refute it several times, but couldn't find a starting point.

Were the hippie movement and the New Wave anti-capitalist?

Godard, an idol, was a Maoist?!

This…

I've never heard of that.

"Why do some people provoke the big brother? Do they have any disciples to stand up for them?"

Jiang Wen wasn't satisfied and added another comment.

"Hey bro, shrimp and pork heart, you've got it."

Zhao Benshan was overjoyed.

With such disciples, what more could one ask for?!

"Hahaha…"

The two old men looked at each other and laughed heartily.

The host took the stage, and the awards ceremony began.

The first awards were all small ones, such as the Rome City Award and the Värgen Award.

The FIPRESCI Prize is still somewhat prestigious.

The First Choice Award was given to "Police, Adjective," and the Competition Award went to "White Ribbon."

Chen Mo remembers very clearly that the Palme d'Or at this year's Cannes Film Festival was awarded to "The White Ribbon".

How should I put this movie?

The story is told from the perspective of an elderly teacher's reminiscences in his later years. It features retro black-and-white visuals and a minimalist plot, mainly focusing on conflicts within a small village: the baron's son is beaten, his mentally challenged son is abused, the barn is burned down, and the farmer hangs himself.

Repressive and violent.

None of that matters. What matters is that the children who grew up in that environment eventually became Nazi executioners.

The small German village is a metaphor for the childhood soil of fascism.

"The White Ribbon" has a strong political tone, reflecting on anti-war sentiments and also touching on deeper themes such as the innocence of squid and why we are the ones being persecuted.

With the current European financial climate, the Palme d'Or for "The White Ribbon" is unshakeable.

After the awards were presented in each category, no Chinese-language films won any awards.

Next comes the main event.

"The recipient of the Special Honorary Award for Short Story is... 'Six Dollars and Fifty Cents Superman'!"

The main competition has officially begun.

The short film that won the Palme d'Or, "The Arena".

The jury won a tie for the awards for "The Bat" and "The Fish Tank".

This year's Cannes Film Festival has been criticized by several well-known media outlets as the one that has been most unfairly distributed among its participants.

Of the 20 films that made it into the main competition, 9 won awards, a success rate of nearly 50%.

Chen Mo was quite pleased with the outcome.

He came over to have it gilded.

The later you hear "Black Coal, Thin Ice" the better.

After the jury awards are presented, it's time for the Best Actress award.

Yu Nan was visibly nervous.

The queen of art-house films, the darling of the Berlin Film Festival, yet she has not yet won one of the three major European film awards.

Having come this far, even those who are indifferent to fame and fortune would want to fight for it.

"call…"

Yu Nan took a deep breath and stared intently at the main stage.

His smile looked slightly stiff.

"The Best Actress award at the 62nd Cannes Film Festival goes to... Charlotte Gainsbourg for *Antichrist*. Congratulations!"

"Clap clap clap!"

The audience erupted in thunderous applause.

Yu Nan also clapped politely to congratulate the new empress on her ascension to the throne.

Her facial expressions were handled fairly well, leaving no room for the camera to criticize her for trying to create a stir.

"It's okay, Sister Nan. If we can't get it in Cannes, we still have a chance in Berlin."

Chen Mo offered a word of comfort.

"What does this mean, Director?"

Yu Nan asked in confusion.

With hundreds of Chinese-language films produced each year, it is truly remarkable that "Black Coal, Thin Ice" was able to break through the competition and enter the main competition.

As a director, having made a film like this in your lifetime is enough to brag about for half your life.

Does Director Chen want to make another art film and compete in the Berlin Film Festival?

I'm... looking forward to it.

"Sister Nan will know after the awards ceremony."

Chen Mo kept everyone in suspense.

The Best Actor award went to Christopher Nolan for "Inglourious Basterds," and Quentin Tarantino and Nolan embraced each other emotionally.

Liao Fan silently swallowed the breath he had raised.

He knew the chances were slim.

This is Cannes, after all!

Next, it was Chen Mo's turn to be nervous.

There are four major awards remaining: Best Screenplay, Best Director, Grand Jury Prize, and the Palme d'Or.

There's no need to expect the latter two; they'll definitely be "The Prophet" and "The White Ribbon."

The Best Screenplay award in the original timeline was given to "Spring Fever," though screenwriter Mei Feng was not present; she was led by director Lou Ye.

This film is also the only mixed-race Chinese-language film to win an award.

The Best Director award went to Filipino Brillante Mendoza for his film "Kinari," which received extremely poor reviews and low ratings. One judge even publicly complained, "I don't want to watch this film again."

This is also why many directors are dissatisfied with the judging panel and claim that the judging was rigged.

Chen Mo believes that he has a chance of winning both awards.

Good evening, Cannes!

"I'm very happy to present this award with Ziyi."

The award presenters were Zhang Ziyi and Shu Qi.

"Next up is the Best Screenplay award."

Zhang Ziyi smiled brightly.

"I hope it's a Chinese-language film."

Shu Qi added a sentence.

The two of them, speaking in unison, opened the envelope.

Shu Qi happily covered her mouth and looked at Chen Mo.

The camera captures the data precisely.

The screen simultaneously displays that perfectly handsome face from every angle.

"Hello everyone!"

Chen Mo greeted him in a very gentlemanly manner.

"Oh my god!"

The audience gasped in surprise.

Girls make up the majority.

"Next, I announce that the winner of the Best Screenplay award at the 62nd Cannes Film Festival is…"