Chapter 585: father

The so-called butterfly effect is actually an example of chaos theory, and another classic example is the story of a horseshoe nail destroying a country. A common interpretation of chaos theory is that everything is made up of countless 'fragments', and any change in any of these 'fragments' can have a big impact on the overall. A movie from the beginning of an idea to the final completion, you need to go through countless erratic 'fragments', perhaps just a screenwriter occasionally comes up with a whole new idea, perhaps just the editor accidentally cut a shot, Therefore, in the case that history has deviated, it is almost impossible for this time and space to make a film exactly the same as the original time and space.
Although the core of the creation of "Brave Heart" is Mel Gibson, the excellent lens and soundtrack of this film have a great relationship with photographers and soundtracks. If the new photography and soundtrack are too different from the original style, then the whole movie may look completely different from the original.
Eric did not talk too much about the details of the script with the Weinstein brothers and Mel Gibson, but instead focused on the details that influenced the overall film style.
There are a lot of Hollywood arrogant stars, but no one is stupid enough to play in the face of a Hollywood boss, even if the Hollywood boss is ten years younger than him, plus Ed Limato and the Weinstein brothers. The hot spot, this meal is quite enjoyable. Although Mel Gibson is already a superstar in Hollywood, it is still impossible to compete with the people at the top of the pyramid. Eric has heard that a few years ago, when Mel Gibson was working with Global on "The Bird of Fright", he was in the film. During the release process, the overseas box office income was concealed. In the process of directing his first film, The Man Without Face, the entire crew was directly rushed out from the Universal Studios, which also caused a burst of hype in the gossip tabloid, Mel. Gibson must have clearly recognized his position in that incident.
Come out from the restaurant. Eric and Elizabeth bid farewell to Weinstein and others, together with Elizabeth's red BMW.
Elizabeth drove in, free to Eric, who was sitting in the co-pilot: "You don't seem to like Mel Gibson?"
Eric said, "I don't like it. I don't like it. His movie is good, but the character is a little worse. And, you know, although the stars rarely contact the studio, most of them are brokers. It’s a lot of work, but the stars are still very close to the high-level exchanges of the film company, because everyone’s position is different, especially when talking about pay.
Elizabeth smiled and said: "So everyone is envious of fireflies."
Eric asked in confusion: "What?"
Elizabeth explained: "The protagonist of the firefly's cartoon is Hollywood's most worrying 'star'. They don't talk to the boss about the pay, they don't play sex, they don't strike, they work hard, they just put their image in vain. Use the right to give you more money."
Eric smiled and realized what he was saying, "Fox also wants to be an animated cartoon?"
"Yeah, but we are not willing to burn money like you, although Dad is firmly in control of News Corp., but after all, it still has to be explained to shareholders. If you spend too much money on pre-development, but can't produce results, then I am sure that it is troublesome. My father is very envious of you. Fireflies are not listed. You don’t have to accept all kinds of information disclosure every year, and you don’t have to work hard to explain the strategic intention of a business behavior to shareholders. Last year, News Corp.’s accounting expenses for various audits exceeded $12 million, which is enough to make a good movie."
Eric ignored the girl’s complaint and asked,
What are you going to do?

"Fox is going to test the water 2d animation first. This is relatively simple, and there is not much investment. And the staff of the hand-drawn animation is also better to find."
Eric almost blurted out and I can give you ‘talent’. However, if it is another company. Eric may have done this without hesitation, but he still can't do things about his own woman.
"Don't do 2d animations. I tell you, I'm already planning to turn off Disney's hand-drawn animation department. You don't have to do it. If you want to do it, go straight to the 3D animation."
Elizabeth widened her eyes and asked in surprise: "What, you want to turn off Disney Animation Studio?"
Eric shook his head. "Of course not. I just intend to stop the production of 2d hand-drawn animations. The Disney animation studio will be fully digitalized."
Elizabeth pondered a bit, and probably understood Eric's intention to do so, and some enviously blinked: "You want to make a 3d animation transformation is relatively simple, just transfer the technology that Pixar has accumulated to Disney Animation Studio. Just fine, we have to start from scratch."
Eric looked at the girl's pitiful appearance and smiled. "It's useless to blink your eyes. I don't have enough people on my own. Fireflies plan to expand the animation department to one or two per year. But now Pixar Animation can only produce a movie for two years."
"Of course I won't want people from your side," Elizabeth blinked again. "It's fine to license Pixar's dedicated 3D animation software to Fox. The price will open with you."
Eric still shook his head: "Unless your animation studio sells me 51% of the shares, you ask your father if he is willing or not."
"I don't want to," Elizabeth immediately responded to Murdoch, then put away the small eyes of the discharge and glanced at Eric, and concentrated on driving the car.
She knew that the hope of this matter was not great, or that there was no hope. The reason why the firefly could swallow the huge profits of 3D animation in recent years was the absolute technological advantage of Pixar. Although the Firefly software was established, it began to publicly release the Maya software for special effects production in the digital field. However, the digital field even publicly stated that the publicly released Maya is a castrated version, and the core technology is still firmly in the hands of the digital field. .
Therefore, if Eric really agrees, Elizabeth will feel that there is a problem.
The two drove slowly along the late Beverly Hills mountain road, and Eric looked at the roadside inadvertently. I asked: "The Trausdale Manor should be eastward?"
Elizabeth had just wanted to speak. Eric remembered the car sitting at this time and quickly said, "I know I know. I have a new place to live."
Elizabeth snorted and said: "We are now living on Crest Street on the top of the mountain."
Eric doesn't know where Crest Street is. He prefers the Hollywood star-studded Trausdale Manor, which is the best area overlooking Hollywood's view. Sitting on the poolside of the villa's terrace will give a concealed sense of suspension: "I still think Trous The villa in Dale is good."
Elizabeth said with a hateful tone: "I don't want to be a neighbor with Drew's crazy girl anyway."
"I thought you were reconciled, how big is it, haven't you figured it out?"
"Oh," Elizabeth snorted and turned her head to ignore Eric.
Although the Beverly Hills mansion is more luxurious than a mountain, the infrastructure between the mountain roads is really poor. Old electric poles, street lights that appear only far away, and bare hillsides, the car goes up the mountain road all the way up, Eric even worried that if a soil and water is not good, it will roll down something on the slope.
Finally at the top of the mountain, the red BMW drove into a manor, and Eric stood in front of the court and looked around, very surprised. This place not only overlooks the whole of Los Angeles, but also can see the valley area in the north. The vision is definitely more open to the Bitsdale Manor.
Elizabeth looked at Eric's reaction with a little smugness. Said: "This mansion is a monopoly, not a bit of a Rollsdale manor?"
"Of course," Eric nodded with satisfaction. Looking at the other side of the hillside leading to Burbank's mountain road, it seems that it can always lead to Burbank's Firefly headquarters. This road is definitely much closer than Eric's recent days, saying: "I just recently I Too busy to go back to Malibu, I live here."
Elizabeth’s face was red and said:
Don’t you ask me to ask my master’s opinion first?

Eric smiled: "I have agreed, and ask."
Elizabeth picked up her toes and kicked it lightly on Eric's lap, and she was not willing to say: "Let's go in, do you want coffee?"
Time is just ten o'clock. Eric did not have much pajamas and nodded, "Okay."
The two pushed the villa door together into the living room. There was only a dimly lit wall lamp in the living room, and Elizabeth had not waited for the fluorescent lamp to open the living room. The two noticed the obvious white light coming from the kitchen.
"Maybe Julia has forgotten to close the refrigerator door," Elizabeth said, not paying attention.
Eric grinned with vigilance and pointed his fingers. Elizabeth looked over and saw a white shadow staying near the refrigerator.
"We don't have pets at home, what is it?" Elizabeth didn't worry, she turned on the fluorescent lights, and the two walked toward the kitchen, then saw a small person sitting on the floor holding a chocolate cake in her hand. I ate it with gusto, and there was a bottle of cans left in the refrigerator.
Elizabeth quickly walked over, more than the chocolate cake in the hands of the little guy, and asked, "Emma, ​​how are you here?"
Emma was taken away by Elizabeth in her hands and snorted with dissatisfaction. Eric saw that the little guy’s face was covered with cream everywhere, like a dirty kitten, some kind and funny. Said: "Do you have a babysitter in your family?"
When Emma heard Eric's figure, she turned over her small head and looked at it. She stared at Eric for two seconds and immediately extended her two small hands to Eric: "Dad... Dad."
Elizabeth squinted at Eric with some helplessness, but she no longer tried to correct the name of Emma, ​​but the little guy handed it over and said, "You hold it first. I will go and see if Carly is not there. How can this be?"
Eric thought that Carly in Elizabeth’s mouth should be Emma’s nanny, and she did not mind taking the dirty guy out of Elizabeth’s hands and the two walked out of the kitchen together.
As Elizabeth turned and walked into a corridor, Eric sat down on the sofa in the living room with a little guy and asked softly: "Emma, ​​how come you appear in the kitchen alone?"
The three-year-old Emma speech exchange has no problem. When I heard Eric’s words, the little guy pitifully embraced his stomach:
Emma, ​​hungry, aunt, don’t give, eat.

Eric’s forehead immediately popped a black line, not so serious.
Elizabeth soon led a white woman in a blue pajamas with a slightly fat body. She appeared in the living room with some anger. She pointed to Emma and the kitchen in a mess: "How do you take care of your children? Fortunately, what she just ate was Cake, what if you swallow other things?"
The nanny named Carly showed a grievance: "Mr. Murdoch, this thing... This thing does not blame me. In the evening, Miss Roberts came back and said that she would personally take care of Emma, ​​or she would sleep with Emma tonight.

Eric took the facial tissue from the tray of the desktop to help the little guy clean the cream on his face and asked, "Is Emma eating dinner?"
The nanny certainly knows who Eric is, and some of them shook their heads cautiously: "This, Mr. Williams, I... I don't know, Miss Roberts said that after personally caring for Emma, ​​I went back to the room to rest."
Eric smiled and shook his head. It seemed that the problem was on Julia's side and waved: "You should go to rest first."
The nanny pointed out that he was in a mess and asked, "Would you like me to clean the kitchen?"
"No, I will talk about it tomorrow," Eric shook his head.
After the babysitter left, Eric handed Emma, ​​who was wrapped around himself, to Elizabeth: "You should take a shower for the little one first. I will go see what Julia is doing. Which room is she in?"
Elizabeth also understood the crux of the matter at this time. She was helpless to Julia's carelessness and pointed to the stairway: "The first room upstairs is."
Eric took out a few sheets of paper and wiped the cream that Emma got on her chest. She walked up the stairs. Elizabeth looked at Eric's back and shrugged her shoulders before she took the little guy toward the bathroom. .
Eric walked upstairs, pushed open the door of a bedroom, turned on the light, and saw that Julia was very stunned on the big bed, covered with a thin blanket and in the air. It was also filled with a touch of wine, which made him more angry. (To be continued.)