Ace Hollywood

Ridley habitually opened his work mailbox, and he sighed softly with more than 30 unread emails.

He was in his sixties, and although vigorous for his age, he had an increasing need for quiet evenings and undisturbed respite. The emails in the working mailbox must be read again, which is also the habit he insists on.

Most of them are about Gladiator, such as the reply about the set in Malta, which will be the location of the ancient Rome city center. Ridley attaches great importance to it, and he asked the assistant director to go to the scene to see the actual effect. There are also cooperation invitations about clothing, makeup, etc., and they are basically well-known practitioners who have achieved fame.

He quickly browsed through the past, and these tasks were all done by special personnel.

Dear Mr. Scott Accepted

This was his favorite format for sending emails, and it was obvious that the person who wrote them was a detail-oriented person.

The content of the email stated that he hoped to be able to win an audition opportunity-Commodius!

Oh, huh. Ridley continued to read with great interest. He auditioned many young people, and many successful young people in Hollywood probably complained about him. Have confidence in your acting skills.

The email was of course from Daniel.

An email written by him himself.

He introduced his simple acting resume in the email, confidently and affirming that he is indeed sure to play the distinctive character of Commodius.

After that, Daniel talked about his thoughts on the outline of the film, the historical facts of Rome at his fingertips, and his carefully worded comments, all of which showed that he is a serious and sincere actor.

Ridley appreciates actors like this.

And he plans to arrange an audition for Joaquin Phoenix in the past two days. One more person is not worth mentioning compared to the time he spent on this role.

When Ridley spends more energy on this matter, he naturally hopes that there will be no regrets in the final result, at least to ensure that the final candidate is the best candidate he can find.

Ridley forwarded the email to Walter Parks, Universal's producer.

Unexpectedly, Walter called him back soon.

They sent me a CD, and Mr. Sandler does seem to have great potential. And, you may not have noticed, he has a lot of exposure recently, Walter said in a good mood, What did he tell you? How?

Notify them of the audition, but the time cannot be changed. He may only have three days to prepare.

Okay, tomorrow I'll ask someone to send them materials.

Ridley hung up the phone and glanced at Daniel's email again.

Will you surprise me?

...

Cousa quickly received audition scripts.

Three days later, at Universal Studios. So, they only have three days.

It took Daniel two hours to read through the script, and the vague impression in his mind was recalled again. Joaquin Phoenix's performance was very good. A dark, neurotic, tyrannical Roman emperor is played penetratingly.

Daniel stayed in the room for two days with the script.

When Kusa went to pick him up on the third day,

Almost startled, Daniel looked a little weaker, but his eyes were full of energy.

are you OK?

Of course, better than ever.

When Kusa and Daniel arrived at Universal Studios, Jacques and Philip also arrived almost at the same time, and they both kept the habit of fifteen minutes in advance.

This time it was not a makeup rehearsal, so there were hardly any staff.

The casting director himself led them into the audition room.

The four of them only had time to look at each other, and didn't even catch up with each other.

There are four people sitting in the audition room, one seat is empty.

Director Ridley Scott, producer Walter Parks, screenwriter John Logan.

The film's most important Big Three are here.

Daniel and Kusa glanced at each other, secretly startled. The importance they attached to Commodius was beyond Daniel's imagination.

Both are excellent young actors, thank you for coming. Ridley just said a few words before turning to the topic, Today's audition, we will not give propositions, everyone is free to Perform a piece, but no more than ten minutes.

Starting with Jacques, Kusa and Daniel were invited out first.

The two did not talk, and Daniel closed his eyes to prepare for his performance.

Universal's doors are very well insulated, sitting outside, they can hardly hear the sound inside.

It wasn't until almost half an hour later that the door opened from the inside, and Jacques came out with reddish eyes, and the aura on his body hadn't faded.

Apparently, he's just gotten into a very committed show.

Wish ya'll good luck.

Philip nodded to them, and left Universal with Jacques.

Daniel and Kusa entered the room, and Kusa took the empty seat consciously.

Ridley didn't say a word of nonsense, and directly signaled Daniel to start.

Daniel closed his eyes for five seconds, then suddenly opened them.

Several audition officers straightened their backs in amazement.

Few actors have been able to send such a strong emotional message without resorting to situation and make-up.

Daniel's own calm and self-sufficient demeanor was gone at this moment, replaced by a dignified and frivolous face, with a small cluster of black flames beating in his eyes.

Everyone present began to look forward to what he would say and do next.

But Daniel just closed his eyes, and the expression on his face changed again.

This clean face was raised slightly, showing pure pride and self-restraint.

Everyone was slightly startled, not understanding why he conveyed another completely different trait, while Ridley squinted his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously.

At this moment, Daniel stood up suddenly, turning his body slightly.

Father!

His voice is so complex that you can hear every emotion you want in it.

Father!

Commodius called his father a second time, the old Roman emperor who was almost omniscient and akin to a god.

This time, the feelings are strong and inextricable, but they are extremely pure hatred and madness.

Daniel straightened his body, his weak face weakened a bit, and his overly bright and crazy eyes made the whole person fall into a strange aura.

Facing the turbulent emotions inside, his body is like a boat that may disintegrate at any time.

Commodius drew a sword from his waist. His movements were very slow and full of ritual, as if drawing a sword was a solemn ceremony for him.

Commodius, who had drawn out his sword, suddenly knelt down on the ground, and then let out a laugh, sometimes wild, sometimes gloomy, sometimes high, sometimes low...

Daniel's audition performance is over.

Kusa let out a sigh of relief.