Chapter 449: This Year's Awards Season

"Good morning, boss."

"Good morning, Allison, you came so early, don't tell me there are any arrangements today."

Allison clearly didn't keep up with his train of thought, was stunned for a moment, and then said with a bit of amusement: "I think your mark might not be idle 24 hours a day, no one will have this opportunity."

It should be so. The flamboyant premiere ended, Chen Nuo didn't want to move at all, just wanted to rest well at home.

He nodded with satisfaction, adjusted his posture on the lounge chair, and took another bite of the whole wheat bread on the plate.

Sunlight fell down.

The temperature in LA in December is probably only 10-something degrees in the morning, he is wearing a shirt and casual pants, revealing a pair of bare feet, and the sun makes the skin on his feet feel warm.

Even if it was a rare voice supporting the Asian group, the hesitation and reservation in those words could never be covered up.

This made him subconsciously look at the author's signature of this article.

It was a special commentator named Jonathan Winters.

The name sounded unfamiliar, but it was absolutely not Asian, let alone Chinese. Just looking at this name, it was impossible for his ancestors to have any relationship with the East for eight generations. But unexpectedly, this commentary he wrote was like his ancestors for eighteen generations had been publicly humiliated.

Just the title was extremely impactful—

"Yesterday, in the Golden Globe nomination list, I witnessed the biggest racial discrimination in Hollywood in the 21st century"

And the content of the article was even more full of firepower:

"Has the Hollywood Foreign Press Association forgotten its identity? Their existence should have been part of the globalization of movies, to help Hollywood understand the world—not to exclude the world!"

"Do you really want me to believe this is a realistic situation? Even in the case of leading in box office, word-of-mouth, and performance, Chen Nuo still doesn't deserve even a nomination?"

"How can this make me believe that there is no element of racial discrimination in it?"

"...... If "Inception" were a work starring Brad Pitt, would he not even be able to get a nomination? The answer is obvious......"

"...... Audiences who have seen "Inception" should have a deep resonance with me. Look at the achievements it has achieved so far, whether it is the historical box office performance, or the rating on IMDb and the evaluation of film critics, all show that this is a great work that appears once in a few decades......"

"...... Chen Nuo's performance in it is also excellent. Who can forget the thrilling car chase he performed on the cliff snow? And who wouldn't be moved by the tears he shed for love and family in the depths of the dream?"

"...... Letting such a person be excluded from the Golden Globe nomination is simply comparable to a reprint of the "Chinese Exclusion Act" of 1882! This is an insult, a shame, making the entire America feel ashamed for it!"

Damn it.

Not right, this...

Chen Nuo looked more and more wrong, raised his head, looked at Allison's serious expression, and suddenly understood something, saying: "Is this your person?"

Allison shook her head and said: "How is that possible."

Chen Nuo said "oh."

In that case, it seems his goal is not as difficult as he imagined. Look, it's just starting, and it feels like it's about to reach the finish line. With these American righteous people who roar when they see injustice, why worry about not achieving great things?

"This is Warner's person." Allison added.

Chen Nuo choked.

"As soon as the result came out yesterday, I contacted Warner. This kind of opportunity must not be missed." Allison said calmly, "I think, as long as it is operated well, public opinion will definitely stand on our side."

"Look at this, this, and this."

Chen Nuo took the other newspapers and read them carefully.

The comments in these few were much more normal—

"Entertainment Weekly": "In this genre film "Inception," Chen Nuo carried the core burden of the entire work with an amazing emotional depth. His absence is one of the most disappointing regrets of this Golden Globe Awards."

"New York Times": "Maybe it's the prejudice of genre films, maybe it's a problem with the voting mechanism, but when an actor delivers such an excellent performance in a globally watched movie, and still cannot get a nomination, it can't help but make people question the evaluation system of the Golden Globes."

"USA Today": "Chen Nuo's performance is impeccable, he shaped a protagonist character with extreme charm and contradiction. The Golden Globes may have their own evaluation standards, but the public's eyes are discerning."

After he finished reading these objective and neutral articles in a glance, it probably took five or six minutes.

Guli Nazha had already finished changing clothes and drying her hair, holding a tray in her hand, two cups of coffee, one for him, one for Allison, and then stood on the side properly.

Allison said thank you, then took a sip, and said: "These are also Warner's people."

"Pfft!"

Chen Nuo sprayed the coffee in his mouth out.

"These are also?"

"Yes, they are all Warner-affiliated media. As for News Corp, they won't say anything good about us."

"...... Uh, alright."

"It can be seen that Warner also wants more nominations to break the record of "Avatar," so they can be considered to have tried their best. And now, I dare to bet that those people in the Foreign Press Association definitely regret it. What we need to do is to make them regret even more, let this public opinion storm that has just begun blow bigger and bigger, and finally let those old antiques of the Oscars recall the friendship you had with them last year in this storm, let them suddenly understand that for a nomination, going against you is not worth it!"

After saying this in one breath, she suddenly turned her face and praised Guli Nazha: "Dear, your coffee is very good, can you teach me how to brew it?"

Guli Nazha pursed her lips, smiled embarrassedly and said: "I just found a tutorial on the internet and learned it."

"Then can you forward the tutorial to me?"

"Of course."

"Thank you, dear."

Allison said kindly like a neighbor aunt.

……

……

At noon on December 20, 2011, the 69th Golden Globe Awards nomination luncheon was held at the Beverly Hilton Hotel in Beverly Hills.

This is a routine banquet after every nomination announcement of the Golden Globes. As one of the important social activities of the awards season every year, its purpose is to provide a face-to-face communication occasion for nominees and members of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, and it is also to create momentum for the upcoming awards ceremony in advance, promoting media attention and industry discussion.

Perhaps in the eyes of Chinese people, this kind of occasion has a bit of red tape and is superfluous, but in the American social environment, this is nothing more than normal.

This is a country where parties and banquets are held for any small matter 365 days a year.

Just like Chen Nuo.

In the five days from the announcement of the nomination list on December 15 to December 20, he received more than ten invitations, no matter how much he wanted to rest, he finally had to choose three parties to attend for the sake of face.

Among the three, there were meat and vegetables, including a masquerade party hosted by Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet with the theme of "60s Hollywood," a low-key birthday banquet for Morgan Freeman, and a "Director's Roundtable Night" hosted by Paramount in conjunction with "Variety" and "Vanity Fair," which almost included all the directors and producers with the highest Oscar hopes this year.

In short, this was the first time Chen Nuo didn't work, but spent this wave of year-end social peaks before Christmas at his home in Beverly Hills. When he attended these various extravagant parties that could be said to have no meaning, it could be considered that he truly began to integrate into the upper-class society of America.

Fortunately, in his past life, although he was just fooling around in the Korean community and Chinatown in Los Angeles, he hadn't entered such a banquet filled with champagne, beauties, Hollywood stars, and Forbes list tycoons, but even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs run, so he could barely cope.

At these parties, he not only met many people, but also let many people re-know him.

Don't underestimate this point, just like Zuckerberg later, in order to promote Facebook, would run in the morning at the Bund, learn Chinese and say "I love China," etc.

Chen Nuo, for his own purpose, of course, would also restrain his impatience and patiently carry out American-style socializing. Just right, he could also take the opportunity to pull people, and invite some actors and directors with schedules to Shanghai next June.

So, even if Allison didn't buy a small essay, asking him to come over to the luncheon to show his face, so as to carry out the next step of media offensive, he would actually come.

The only problem, perhaps, is that he is not a nominee or a sponsor, and doesn't have an invitation, which is a small problem.

But whether it was him or Allison, they seemed to have ignored this point.

At 11:30 on December 29, at the entrance of the Beverly Hilton Hotel.

He got off a rented Bentley Mulsanne, the sun sprinkled on the fabric of the custom suit, the concierge behind him gently closed the car door, making a low and soft "click."

In front of the main entrance, a middle-aged male receptionist wearing a crisp black suit and a headset was waiting there.

With one hand behind his back and one hand naturally hanging by his side, seeing Chen Nuo approaching, he took a step forward, bowed and saluted with a smile, saying: "Good afternoon, Mr. Chen."

"Good afternoon."

"Welcome to the Golden Globe nomination luncheon, please show your invitation."

"I don't have one." "Alright, please come in."

The receptionist nodded, naturally made a gesture of invitation, the doormen on both sides opened the door, Chen Nuo nodded to them, tidied up his suit, and walked into the lobby of the Hilton Hotel.

……

"You came?"

"Uh-huh."

"I bet, the person the Hollywood Foreign Press Association least wants to see now is you." Leonardo DiCaprio lowered his head. Because there were too many eyes around, looking at him from time to time, under the eyes of everyone, he could only hold back his laughter and say.

Chen Nuo sat beside him, generously tidying up his napkin, spreading it on his lap, and said lightly: "You're wrong, Leonardo."

"Hahahaha, is that so, do you think they want to see you now?"

"Of course, exposure, this is the purpose of the luncheon." Chen Nuo turned his head to look to the right, "Christopher, don't you think so?"

Christopher Nolan smiled reluctantly and said: "That's right. But the Golden Globes didn't nominate you for Best Actor, this is absolutely a mistake. I'm not sure they want this kind of exposure."

"Why not? Christopher. Actually, it's fine that I wasn't nominated. If I were really nominated, what would happen to the person next to me?"

"Damn." Leonardo DiCaprio rolled his eyes, "I admit your water gun play is better than mine, but do you really think the movie will definitely beat me?"

"Not necessarily." Chen Nuo shrugged and said with a smile, "But what if you only filmed for forty days? Hahaha."

"Thirty days..." Leonardo DiCaprio curled his lips, looking regretful, "If I had known it would be like this later, I would absolutely not have been so anxious."

That's right, Leonardo DiCaprio, in order to film the Chinese workers who were saved, spent almost the entire 2011 gaining weight, who knew Tarantino didn't start filming. Fortunately, he gained weight until April, and his body shape just happened to match the role of a former FBI director, so he temporarily took on a biographical film—"J. Edgar."

Finally, it took 33 days to film.