"What?" Donald fell into Lance's trap, taking a small step, so that he himself did not notice it at all. His thoughts were moved by Lance's words. Listening to Lance's words, Donald felt that his brain could not turn for a moment, and subconsciously frowned and made a sound in surprise.

A sudden burst of unparalleled enthusiasm burst out between Lance's eyebrows, firmly grasping all Donald's attention. "I am preparing to bring Paul Lins' novel "City of Gods" to the big screen. I hope to fully restore the truth and cruelty in the original novel, fully present the city of God to all audiences, and completely present Brazil's changes and reforms over the past forty years. In a way similar to the combination of documentaries and prose, the story of the city of God is told in a romantic way."

Speaking of this, Lance paused slightly, giving Donald a time to relax his god. Then he continued, "After the audience enjoyed the movie, everyone will have their own answer to the same question: Why is this the case in the City of God?"

Donald's rough eyebrows were knotted, his eyes were filled with thoughts, and he fell into his own thinking. Lance slowed down his speech a little and continued slowly, "I always thought that if you want to solve the problem, you must first realize the problem. So, if this movie can give people a chance to think, then it will be successful."

After going around a small circle, I finally got back to the topic, and Donald also understood. He looked at Lance in a mess, "So, do you want to shoot a movie about the City of God?" "City of God". This novel caused a sensation after its publication. Donald also read it and immediately understood all the preparations Lance had just laid.

Lance nodded and confirmed, but Donald shook his head and repeated the same question again, "I mean, do you want to make a movie about the City of God?"

Lance couldn't help but chuckled and nodded again, "Yes, Donald, I'm going to tell the story of the City of God, not the story of one of the specific characters."

"City of God" is a very vivid story. The main characters in the story are very full and real. It is no exaggeration to say that taking out each character alone can shoot a biographical movie, and it is absolutely wonderful.

If they follow the route of Hollywood production companies, they will inevitably tell a thrilling story with a certain character as the core, and return to the glitter or sublimation of human nature at the end, thereby arousing ideological resonance. It is not that this approach is not good, on the contrary, Hollywood has dedicated many wonderful works in a similar way, and almost most of the biographies follow this route.

But this route is not suitable for "City of God". Because this is not a story of a specific character, there is only one protagonist in this movie, that is, this slum called the City of God; the core idea of ​​this movie is not just one person, but the entire area, the entire group, or even a split era. This is a movie about the city, typical and atypical.

Adapting "City of Gods" according to the Hollywood route may not ruin this story, but it is enough to lower the story by two levels, at least! That's why Donald had this question and Lance had this answer.

After receiving a positive answer, Donald did not speak or move, but supported his chin with his right hand, falling into deep thought again, and Lance did not interrupt. For a moment, the two men fell into a harmonious silence.

The scent of coffee was dissipating little by little, and the hot coffee in the cup gradually cooled down. Donald finally raised his gaze and looked at Lance in a bit of a mess. He could detect the ambition of this young man from Lance's lines. "City of God" is not just a movie about slums, but also a movie about the current situation in Brazil, Brazil's historical issues, etc.

If this movie could be completed well, Donald could have expected this to have an impact on the entire Brazil, and it would even be even more powerful and violent than when "City of Gods" was published.

"Do you know how huge, difficult, and dangerous this is a project?" Donald finally spoke out and broke the silence, but he no longer had the comfort and laziness he had before, and replaced it with the solemnity between his eyebrows.

"No, I don't know." Lance's answer was completely beyond Donald's expectations, so it made Donald choke. Donald was originally planning to refute Lance, but now his whole stomach was stuck in his throat, which made Donald widen his eyes and look at Lance in surprise - he could not hide his emotions at all.

However, Lance seemed to have not noticed Donald's changes and said sincerely, "Donald, I have read the original novel, but it does not mean that I have become a Brazilian. This is also the reason why I need you." Lance did not take a turn this time and said his true thoughts bluntly.

This made Donald's chest feel calmer, and his eyes became deeper when he looked at Lance, and he gradually fell into thinking.

"The City of God I know all comes from novels. Even though I went to the City of God for a few months, it was still one-sided. For Rio de Janeiro, I was just a passerby. So, I should say, I know how huge, difficult and dangerous this is, but I don't know enough." Reims did not blindly be strong, but bravely showed all his shortcomings and once again gave the opportunity to gain the upper hand to Donald. "It's like the Brazilian people thought they had enough knowledge of the City of God before reading "City of God", but the cruelty of reality was sneering."

Donald looked at Lance in front of him seriously, focused and devoted, sincere and wise, and couldn't help but look at him, "Do you know it's impossible to film in the City of God? Your photography equipment is only three minutes on the side of the road, and it takes only three minutes to be snatched away; your crew members drive into that area, and immediately a large group of hooligans with guns will come up and snatch you all; you don't even have time to start filming, and there will be ** coming to destroy the set..."

Speaking of the latter, Donald's emotions were a little out of control. He knew better than anyone else about the horror of the City of God, just like an ogre devil. In the end, Donald's words came to an abrupt end. His fist suddenly tightened his right hand and his nails pierced into the tender flesh in his palm bit by bit.

Lance did not interrupt Donald's words, but listened carefully. The deep eyes made Donald feel uncomfortable. Finally, he turned his head in a mess and scratched his head depressedly, but he couldn't vent his annoyance.

Looking at Donald like this, Lance said again, "So I need your help. I need you to tell me what can be done and what can't be done; I need you to tell me who needs special care and who needs to take a detour..." At this point, Lance paused and shouted sincerely, "Donald."

But Donald did not turn his head. Lance had to raise his voice slightly and shout again sincerely, "Donald." This voice made Donald turn his head helplessly, and he met Lance's sight with some annoyance and depression. "I want to make an excellent work. I want to make 'City of God' a classic, and I want this work to truly achieve something. So, I need your help!"

"I am an American, an American who has no knowledge of Brazil. Without your help, this movie and this novel will only be a joke. But I know, you also hope that the "City of Gods" can be moved to the big screen and do something. Maybe we don't know what the result will be, whether Brazil will get better, and whether the City of God will change... But at least I know, I want to do something." Lance's words obviously began to accelerate, gradually bursting out with a forcing momentum, pressing step by step, "What about you?"

Donald squirmed, trying to say something or refute something, but couldn't say anything. Because in the depths of his mind, Donald knew that Lance was right.

After the publication of "City of God", some people mentioned the adaptation of novels, but this work was considered too difficult by many people. Not only because the City of God in real life is complicated, but those forces are difficult to compromise; but also because of the cruelty and bloody novels, the magnificence and depth of novels, are expressed through movie lenses, which is beyond imagination.

But looking at Lance in front of him, Donald recalled the first impression he had when he first entered the coffee shop, and then recalled the cooperation they had joined forces to bring "Central Station" to the United States. He had this idea for the first time - absurd idea. Perhaps, Lance could really succeed.

There are so many ridiculous things that Donald himself was unable to complain: First of all, Lance is an American, he is not even a Latino American; secondly, Lance is only thirty years old, and he is really too young. In the era when the story in "City of God" happened, he was just a teenager dominated by hormones; again, if he remembered correctly, Lance left Diorama not long ago. Although it did not attract the attention of the public, the rumors in the circle were not secrets, that is, Lance is now a lonely man with nothing...

But this is the most ridiculous thing. Even so, Donald believed that Lance could succeed. Looking at those eyes, the fragility that seemed to be broken by a slight touch was hidden behind the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes of the blue, and that indescribable and incredible sense of trust came in.

Donald himself felt a little funny and couldn't help but chuckled. He raised his head again, Donald looked at Lance's eyes deeply. Lance unswervingly met his gaze without hesitation. Donald let out a long sigh and shook his head. It seemed that he couldn't believe that he had made such a decision, but... he still said, "Leave the script to me first."
Chapter completed!