When a movie critic makes a bad review of his new movie '1917', the actor George Mackay finds himself on a mission to make her change her mind.
Celeste is a young movie critic on the way to make a career for herself. A mistake on the critic for an...
He scratched the back of his neck while tapping both his feet on the ground. Hard. The music coming from his sister's room was getting louder and louder and it made him even more frustrated. Looking at the clock he saw that it was almost eight p.m.
George was sitting on the big comfortable chair he bought for himself last month. He even purchased a new table and rearranged his room so he could sit in front of the window and have the River Thames as a view while he read scripts and memorized lines. Professional. That's what he told his mom when the delivery guys arrived carrying the furniture's upstairs: I need to be more professional and to do so I need to have my designed space.
So, with a stiff posture, a now forgotten cup of tea and a script in hand he sat looking at the sky. He needed silence and concentration, but it was impossible while living with his family. Don't get him wrong, he loved everyone more than he loved himself, it's just that now he was making it big and maybe living alone would not be a bad idea.
He checked the time again. It was already past eight, which meant that the first screening for 1917 had already begun. It was taking place here in London for the British critics and journalists. The opinions after tonight would dictate the movie success and the Oscar's campaign.
George was beyond proud of this one. It was a hard and long movie to be done, it required tough trainings and a talent that he didn't even knew he had. He thought about quitting acting in the past, he was not getting roles and had started to doubt his own capacity. Then Sam Mendes and 1917 came into his life. And now he had two more movies to be done next year and there were already talks to projects in 2021. He felt he could do anything.
London was cold and rainy tonight. The drops of water hitting his window got thicker and the banging noises louder. Due to the heavier rain his sister turned her music up. That was the last strand for him. He would not be able to focus. So, the boy got up, closed the blinds, turned the lights off and went to bed, not even caring to change into his pajamas.
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"I think critics will love it. Stop worrying."
George placed the now empty cup of tea in front of him. His mom cleaned the breakfast table while he replied to some emails on his cellphone.
"Do you think I should read what they have to say about the movie?" The boy looked up and saw his mom approaching the table to collect his mug.
"Oh, sweety. If it will make you less anxious you should read it then," She walked slowly to his side of the table and placed a hand on his shoulder. "But remember that your talent is not measured by their opinion."
"Yeah, I know," George was still wearing the clothes from yesterday, but now it had wrinkles everywhere and that made him look more tired than he was. He got up and retrieved the chair back to its place. "I'll go shower and read some scripts."
"Are you going to have lunch at home?" His mom asked before he left the kitchen.
George turned his head to take a look outside through the open kitchen windows and saw that the day was looking good, the sky was clear, and a tiny sun was starting to rise. Maybe going for a walk and a quiet coffee place to read would not be a bad idea. "I don't think so, mum. Don't worry about me."
