Hollywood Road

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Under the command of the security personnel, the black Cadillac slowly parked in the parking lot outside a clubhouse in Malibu. Murphy and Paul Wilson, who was carrying a large briefcase, got out of the car and showed the security personnel the invitation letter. Under the guidance of the other party, he slowly walked into the gate of the clubhouse.

This is a typical private club, covering a rather large area, with many buildings scattered in order.

Following a long aisle covered with red carpets, Murphy and Paul Wilson soon arrived at the place where the party was held.

Although the night has fallen, Murphy seems to have entered the daytime world. The British-style fountains are shining brightly under the golden lights, and the large grasslands are dotted with white star lights. Every building, every All kinds of embellishments exude a unique light, mixed together, but so harmonious and comfortable.

There are also those guests who come and go, all wearing formal evening clothes.

Turning around at the party, hardly seeing any familiar faces, Paul Wilson was a little strange, "This doesn't seem to be a party in the circle, does it?"

The two found a rest table and sat down. Murphy looked around and said, "Haven't you heard? Next year's Miss Universe final will be held in Malibu. This is a preparatory party organized by the Miss Universe organization."

He also saw Donald Trump just now. If the information he saw on the Internet is correct, he is one of the owners of the right to host the Miss Universe event, and the other party seems to be NBC.

Murphy turned his head and could vaguely see Donald Trump, the New York tycoon surrounded by celebrities and one of the central points of the party.

And Murphy also saw William Morris' agent Martin Miller around him. He heard Bill Rosses mention yesterday that William Morris is one of the service companies for next year's Miss Universe competition.

Not far from Martin Miller, Murphy also saw his target tonight. Frank Miller, wearing his iconic cowboy hat, stood in the crowd and seemed to be listening to what Donald Trump was saying.

"When will the finals be held next year?" Paul Wilson seemed very interested in such a beauty contest, "Isn't there a lot of beauties?"

"I don't know." Murphy shook his head, and replied casually, "Go and check the time, and we can come and have a look when we are free next year."

If it's a vacation, it's not bad to come and take a look, Malibu is not far away, and this kind of game is really eye-catching.

Murphy asked for two glasses of water from the passing waiter,

Sitting here with Paul Anderson, chatting and watching Frank Miller, waiting for the right opportunity.

"Hey, aren't you..."

The voice of greeting suddenly sounded from the side, and Murphy turned around quickly. Both he and Paul Wilson paid too much attention to Frank Miller, and they didn't notice a beautiful woman coming over. This woman saw Murphy , seemed to remember, "Hello, Director Stanton, I didn't expect to meet you here."

The other party was slender and slender, with dazzling light brown long hair, and his chocolate-colored skin looked extremely smooth under the light.

I just saw it at the Saturn Awards ceremony not long ago. Murphy stood up politely and stretched out his right hand, "Hello, Miss Alba."

Jessica Alba shook his hand lightly, "Call me Jesse."

Murphy nodded, gestured to the chair next to him, and invited him politely, "Do you have time? Sit for a while?"

"Hmm..." Jessica Alba was not polite, she pulled out her chair and sat down, "I forgot to congratulate you last time on stage."

"You're too polite." Murphy sat back in his seat and waved to a waiter standing not far away, "I didn't expect to meet you here either."

He was not familiar with the other party, at best, he met once on the awards stage, and he couldn't find a common topic for a while.

Jessica Alba smiled sweetly, "I'm the image spokesperson for next year's Universal Championship."

"So that's how it is." Murphy acted as if suddenly enlightened, and added a compliment casually, "The organizer of the event is too discerning..."

Having said that, Murphy turned his head and took a look. Although he had been talking to Jessica Alba, he would pay attention to Frank Miller from the corner of his eyes from time to time. Now Frank Miller left Donald Trump , also came to the rest area, and sat down at a table not far to his left.

Hearing Murphy's compliment, Jessica Alba was still smiling sweetly, but Murphy suddenly changed her tune and said, "Sorry, Jesse, I saw a friend and I have to go over to say hello."

"Ah..." Jessica Alba was a little surprised by this impolite behavior, she still smiled and said, "You can do whatever you want."

Frank Miller or Jessica Alba is more important, there is no doubt, Murphy nodded to Paul Wilson, stood up and walked towards Frank Miller.

The two tables were not far apart, and Murphy could see Frank Miller ordering a glass of wine and drinking there alone.

He didn't go directly, but also ordered a glass of wine from the waiter, and then walked to the table unhurriedly.

"Excuse me, Mr. Miller." Murphy stood by the table not too far away, saw Frank Miller turned his head, with an irrepressible surprise in his tone, "It's a surprise to meet you here Yes, I'm a fan of your manga."

Hearing the latter sentence, Frank Miller reached out and raised his cowboy hat, "Hello."

"I heard the gossip, I heard that you are creating a new Batman comic?" Murphy looked familiar, and seeing that Frank Miller had no disgust on his face, he pointed to the chair opposite, "I can sit down?"

Before he could speak, Murphy pulled out his chair and sat opposite Frank Miller.

"The comics you created accompany me to grow up..." Murphy tried his best to eliminate the strangeness between each other. The best way is undoubtedly Frank Miller's most proud comic career, "I have experienced very difficult times, and it is also yours. Comics, let me forget the pain and stand up again and again."

Even someone in their fifties would at least not be offended by the compliments. Frank Miller smiled, "Glad they worked for you."

"I don't know how to express my love for those comics..." Murphy raised his glass, "For your classic comics!"

He drank the wine in the glass directly.

Frank Miller also took a sip from his glass. It feels good to be held by a super fan.

Unlike Jessica Alba before, Murphy investigated Frank Miller through CAA before coming here, and knew that he was a very conceited person, and he was also proud of his achievements in the comics industry, and praised his comics It pleases him more than complimenting him himself.

Just like Murphy specially shot a short experimental video, if you want to impress someone, you must have targeted research.

Afterwards, Murphy's words never left Frank Miller's comics, and they always revolved around "Sin City", "Three Hundred Warriors of Sparta" and "Batman: Return of the Dark Knight", and continued with Frank Miller. Drank three glasses of wine.

"Fran," the strangeness between the two gradually disappeared, and Murphy had already called out his nickname, "Your cartoons have inspired me since I was a child, and inspired me to work hard for it."

"Oh?" Frank Miller didn't quite understand what Murphy meant, and looked at him curiously.

"In the mid-nineties, I thought, why can Superman and other Batman comics be adapted into movies," Murphy said seriously, "why not your comics?"

Frank Miller frowned slightly, looking at Murphy thoughtfully.

Murphy met Frank Miller's gaze calmly, as if what he said was indeed what he thought, "At that time, I was thinking, is it because Hollywood directors and film companies have blind eyes and look down on those comics? So, I At that time, I decided to become a film director and make my favorite cartoons into movies!"

It's hard to tell if these words are true or false, and Frank Miller didn't say anything.

"No matter what happened, I never gave up on these ideas." Murphy looked strangely honest, like Forrest Gump, "I started more than two years ago, self-financed films, and honed my directing skills. I was very lucky and worked very hard. After filming three films, I have made some achievements, especially the director's ability has been greatly improved."

He looked at Frank Miller very seriously, "I think I have the ability to adapt my favorite comics, so I decided to come to you."

"Are you a director?" Frank Miller was very puzzled. The other party was only in his early twenties, and he didn't look like it.

"Yes, I'm a director." His previous compliment made Frank Miller feel a little flustered, and he didn't even notice that he didn't introduce himself. Murphy introduced himself formally at this time, "My name is Murphy Stein Dayton, has made three full-length feature films."

Frank Miller suddenly asked, "The winner of the Saturn Award for Best Horror Film last month?"

"Yes, "Saw." That's what the award is for, Murphy smiled, "This is the second film I directed."

Probably because the previous impression on Frank Miller was very good, or perhaps the name of the Saturn Award winner played a role, Frank Miller thought for a while and asked, "Which comic of mine do you like? "

Murphy didn't go around in circles anymore, and said directly, ""Sin City"!"

Hearing this name, Frank Miller shook his head without thinking, "It's impossible!"

Seeing what Murphy wanted to say, he raised his hand and said, "You are not the first director to approach me. From the very beginning, I thought it was not feasible to adapt "Sin City" to a movie. Not because The film format is not suitable for these stories, but because, as far as I understand it, the film industry is bound to distort my work!"

Sure enough, even though he said so much to suit his preferences, Frank Miller still did not waver from his position all the time. (To be continued.)