The Most Famous Actor in Hollywood

"Cheers, Eva."

In the Black Mamba Bar, Matthew raised his glass to Eva Green, who was dressed in black. She lifted her glass and clinked it against his, saying, "Cheers."

Both of them drank their brandy in one go.

"Where's Depp?" Eva put down her glass. "Is he not coming?"

Matthew shrugged. "A friend of his showed up, so he went to entertain him. He might not be back for a while."

He picked up the bottle and poured them each another small glass. Eva's face was already flushed from the alcohol—they had had quite a bit to drink while Depp was still there.

Johnny Depp hadn't left on purpose. Keanu Reeves had come to the bar, and he had gone to a private room on the second floor with Reeves.

Matthew knew that Keanu Reeves had some issues with him, so he didn't go over to say hello but continued to drink and chat with Eva.

Alcohol can sometimes destroy a person, but it can also be a great tool. A few drinks can often bring people closer together.

"You just mentioned that you have a twin sister?" Matthew continued their earlier conversation.

Eva picked up her glass and said, "A sister who was born four minutes after me, named Joy." Perhaps because she had drunk a bit too much, she was more talkative than usual. "Joy is different from me. Everyone says she's warm like the sun, not giving off the cold aura that I do. To differentiate myself..." 

Eva pointed to her hair. "I've been dyeing my blonde hair black since I was fourteen."

"I think black hair suits you better," Matthew responded, raising his glass again for a toast. "Your black hair matches your appearance and aura perfectly, making you stand out in any situation, catching everyone's eye."

"You're quite the charmer," Eva said with a wobbly head, seemingly affected by the alcohol. "Actually, my body and beauty are not what I care about."

Matthew quickly asked, "Then... what do you care about?"

Eva spread her hands. "I don't know." She countered, "What do you think is my best feature? Don't say you don't know."

"You're like a Venus," Matthew recalled her performance in *Dreamers* and said directly, "Impeccably beautiful yet unattainable."

Eva laughed at that, pointing at Matthew, "I am but a witch."

Matthew knew she was referring to her role in *Pirates of the Caribbean*. He smiled, shook his head, and poured her another drink.

Eva downed her glass in one go and asked, "Do you know the world of witches, Matthew?" Without waiting for his response, she answered herself, "If I cannot have you, my dear, I would rather destroy you."

"You're not Tia Dalma," Matthew remembered that line seemed to come from the script. "And I am not Davy Jones."

The Black Mamba Bar was not very crowded that night. Although Matthew and Eva were sitting in the bar's main hall on the first floor, it was relatively quiet around them.

Eva put down her glass, signaling Matthew to pour more. "Venus? Why does everyone who talks about me think of *The Dreamers*?"

"Because your performance always fulfills people's fantasies," Matthew said plainly.

"In the end..." Eva's eyes drooped more, "you all pay attention to me only because I dare to undress, to do nude scenes."

Matthew did not deny this, instead remarking, "Is there a European art film where they don't strip?"

Eva thought about it and nodded. "That's true." She added, "Bernardo Bertolucci even said to others that my beauty was vulgar! He said my seductive body and the sex scenes were the highlights of *The Dreamers*! I do not like Bernardo Bertolucci! Not at all!"

"Why accept his films then?" Matthew inquired.

"Because there was no other choice," Eva burped slightly, "It was the quickest way to fame, a shortcut to success!"

She was clearly drunk, her words more spontaneous and her demeanor less guarded. "Sometimes I feel like a romantic action movie actress. But sex is part of our lives, so I think it's perfectly legitimate. Of course, every actor hates filming sex scenes, no one likes it, it's horrifying. But I see such scenes very objectively, I rehearse them in advance, I think I'm an expert in that area."

Matthew was somewhat surprised by her candor. He pondered for a moment and then said, "I've also done many sex scenes." He raised his glass, "To the sex scenes, cheers!"

"Sure!" Eva picked up her glass, clinking it hard with his. "To the sex scenes, cheers!"

After downing another glass,

 Eva herself picked up the bottle and poured them each another. "Do you like filming sex scenes and nudity?"

Matthew shook his head. "Not really, it's quite a torment."

He suddenly remembered Jessica Alba, with whom he'd had a brief affair during the shooting of *Dawn of the Dead*, the only exception.

"I only like to do what I enjoy," Matthew added. "I need to connect with the character, I need to like that character, I don't work just for the sake of working."

Eva smiled, "I love playing the witch, very much so." She paused, then added, "I like strong characters with secrets, they all have their cracks. It reminds me of Leonard Cohen's line, 'There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.'"

Matthew felt he was losing track of Eva's train of thought; he had no idea who Leonard Cohen was.

Eva Green was nothing like Jessica Alba or Scarlett Johansson, even though she had moved to Hollywood, she still carried the artistic air of a French actress.

"I don't want people to focus only on my sex scenes. As an actress, I want people to see what I am doing, to see the characters I play, otherwise I might as well be a model," Eva closed her eyes and said, "Every performance, I give away a little bit of my soul."

Hearing this, Matthew clearly felt that he and Eva were not on the same wavelength.

Simply put, Eva had a higher education, and sometimes she unintentionally dropped quotes that might have come from philosophers or other scholars, but Matthew didn't even know their origins, let alone had ever heard of them.

The cultural gap between him and Eva was quite apparent.

This was clearly evident to Matthew.

If he pursued Eva Green as a girlfriend, they would quickly run out of common topics, but fortunately, he had never intended to chase her for that.

The more they drank, the more they talked, and the more Matthew realized that Eva Green was far from simple, and certainly not just a pretty face.

Combining the words Eva spilled while drunk, Matthew gradually formed a general judgment.

She had everything necessary for an actress, standing out from the crowd, a mysterious aura that constantly drew people to dig deeper, an introverted yet sensitive soul, raised in an artistic family, even trained in acting professionally.

So she craved success more than anyone, but this success was not limited to commercial aspects.

Perhaps landing the role of the witch was not just because *Kingdom of Heaven* had left her with no other options, but also because she genuinely wanted this role. Her conversations hinted at a preference for evil, mad, obsessive, reckless characters—she liked challenging the abnormal.

This could be a case of drunken truth, or maybe just drunken nonsense.

However, Matthew's goal had not changed.

Whether it was for her artistic temperament or her high education, Matthew felt that Eva Green exuded a rare, mysterious, and dark aura among Hollywood actresses, compelling one to explore deeper.

Of course, he wouldn't act recklessly like Harvey Weinstein.

Around eleven at night, Matthew and a tipsy Eva Green left the Black Mamba Bar and took a chauffeured Mercedes SUV to leave together.

The car first arrived at the independent house Eva rented on the outskirts of Beverly Hills.

Matthew got out first, went around to the other side of the car, and helped Eva out, saying, "Shall I walk you to your door?"

Eva, woozy from the drink, tilted her head to look at Matthew and suddenly said, "I am not Venus."

Matthew laughed and helped her towards her front door. "I don't like Venus; I like witches."

Reaching the firmly closed iron gate, Eva pulled away from Matthew, took out her keys from her bag, and said, "Thank you for bringing me home." She pointed at her front door, "I'm home now."

Matthew understood the implication behind her words and hesitated for a moment but eventually said, "It was a pleasant night."

Eva leaned against the door, looking at Matthew. "Yes, I enjoyed spending time with you." She smiled, "Let's continue drinking sometime."

Matthew was well aware that this smart French woman was politely declining him while also leaving a door open for future encounters.

"Sure," Matthew knew not to be hasty, took a step back, and said, "Goodbye, Eva. See you on set tomorrow."

Seeing Matthew not persist, Eva was somewhat surprised, raised her hand to wave, "Goodbye, Matthew."

Matthew, ever the gentleman, politely bid her farewell, then turned and got into the car to leave, as if his only intention had been to see Eva home.

On the way back, Matthew leaned back in the passenger seat with his eyes closed. Eva Green was a client of Angel Agency; they would often see each other, and there would definitely be opportunities in the future.

Moreover, Helen Herman had mentioned to him that they

 wanted Eva Green to play the lead female role in *Spartan 300*.

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