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*Chapter 771: A Packed Schedule*

The huge box office success of Cat and Mouse Game was a pleasant surprise, and Anson's Golden Globe nomination was an even bigger one.

Regardless of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association's reasons for nominating Anson, this meant he unexpectedly entered the awards season race, marking his first time in the academy's spotlight, and opening up more possibilities for his future career.

Looking back now, The Elephant was truly a stroke of genius.

But so far, The Elephant was just a one-off. Considering the upcoming projects, taking on another indie film now, one that could break into the awards season, seemed both necessary and important.

And this new project? A Charlie Kaufman piece—

The perfect balance of appealing to the Academy without pandering, showing sincerity without seeming sycophantic.

Everything was just right.

Thoughts swirled in Edgar's mind, and soon enough, he figured it all out.

"I was being too narrow-minded."

Edgar readily admitted his mistake.

"I’ll call Focus Features right away. We need to fight hard for this project. Compared to Jim Carrey, I believe we have a clear advantage."

Confidence slipped out unintentionally as Edgar’s thoughts became fully aligned.

“We’ll talk to Focus Features, put on a show, and let the word spread. That way, Sony Columbia will hear about it, too.”

“At the same time, we can approach Sony Columbia, letting them know we’re serious. I believe they won’t mind increasing the box office share.”

“Oh, and the script.”

“The Spider-Man 2 script— I’ll follow up on that. Once it’s in, I’ll send it to Noah. Sam’s been fully focused on writing it, though I’m not sure how far along he is.”

Busy, yes— but it was a kind of busy that was filled with hope and endless possibilities.

Seeing the ambition in Edgar’s eyes lifted Anson’s spirits as well. “How about The Princess Diaries? Any news?”

Edgar sighed softly.

Anson noticed and was a little surprised.

Edgar waved it off quickly. "It’s not that they’re unwilling— on the contrary, Disney and the crew are very enthusiastic. Maybe a little too enthusiastic, but despite their eagerness, they’re being stingy when it comes to your pay. They want you to lower your price, and the project’s development is worrying.”

"To this day, I haven’t even seen a script, not even a proposal."

Edgar understood that sequels often face challenges. Hollywood studios plan sequels all the time, but many never come to fruition.

Also, The Princess Diaries is not Spider-Man.

Spider-Man’s box office performance was so spectacular that Sony Columbia would never abandon it. The energy and effort they were putting into the sequel was significant— despite not having a finished script yet, Sony had already begun building sets in New York, making their intentions clear.

But The Princess Diaries was a different story. It performed well at the box office, but not enough to be a smash hit. Disney, to some extent, seemed to have a more opportunistic approach.

Rather than refining the project from the script up, Disney was banking on the star power of Anne Hathaway, Julie Andrews, and Anson Wood to drive the sequel.

Hence, the sequel’s slow progress.

Edgar exhaled softly, turning to Anson.

“I’ll keep following up. I’m not sure what they’re thinking.”

Then, Edgar saw the smile creeping across Anson’s face.

He shook his head. “Only you can be so laid-back about this.”

“Haha.” Anson laughed more heartily, “Captain, being busy is a good thing. The year has just started; we’ve still got eleven and a half months ahead. Don’t worry, we’ll handle things one step at a time.”

Edgar stayed silent, simply watching Anson for a while. “Dear Anson, you haven’t forgotten about the record, have you?”

Anson blinked. “Record? What record?”

Edgar face-palmed, but on second thought, it wasn't all that surprising. “The band? Summer? You recorded a full album?”

Anson: “Ah… sorry, my brain’s been too full lately. Running out of memory. So, what’s up with the album?”

Edgar chuckled. “The album’s post-production is done. Next comes the release. If we just toss it into the market with no promotion, it’ll sink without a ripple.”

“So, are you ready to promote it properly?”

“Oh, and if we’re releasing the album, shouldn’t we plan some performances? What about a tour? No plans for that?”

Time?

There wasn’t enough of it, not nearly enough.

But of course, it was the kind of "problem" that came with success.

Looking over the calendar, Anson's schedule was already jam-packed for the year. Edgar had been worried about Anson’s mental state, but seeing him so relaxed now, he couldn’t resist teasing him a little.

Anson blinked, slowly beginning to realize from Edgar's words—

Looks like this year is going to be very busy.

Of course, that was assuming Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind could be secured, and that the scripts for The Princess Diaries 2 and Spider-Man 2 could be completed soon.

Otherwise... there wasn’t a single confirmed project yet.

Anson found his calm again. No need to rush. One step at a time.

He looked at Edgar. "Just now you were saying that the album might not make a splash, but then you started talking about a tour. It’s not that I can’t do a tour, but what if we can’t sell tickets?"

Edgar: Uh…

"Album promotion is supposed to be paired with a tour, right? Look at all those artists. Every time they release an album, they go on a matching tour. It’s all a package deal."

As Edgar spoke, his confidence waned—

Music wasn’t really his area of expertise. He only knew a bit of the basics.

He paused, then looked at Anson again, who immediately caught on. Edgar's guilty expression was clear, and he nearly forgot to breathe.

Anson remained calm, without bursting into laughter, as if nothing had happened. But the playful tone in the air became even more obvious.

Edgar threw up his hands. “Alright, cards on the table. I’m not sure how to promote an album either. Radio interviews, maybe?”

Anson finally laughed out loud.

"Captain, when it comes to professional matters, we should ask the professionals. Don’t worry, I’m sure the record label already has plans."

“But I do have an idea.”

Edgar’s eyes lit up. The promotional success of the “flash mob” was still fresh in his mind. “What idea?”

Anson smiled at Edgar, not dragging it out. “It’s just a thought…”

Blah blah blah.

By the time Edgar left, his mind was racing with thoughts, but his chest was filled with passion. He wanted to roll up his sleeves and get to work, his footsteps light with energy.

Meanwhile, Anson continued enjoying the brief break after the Golden Globes.

On the other hand, Edgar was running around non-stop, filling every minute with meetings for three movie projects and the album promotion.

But these negotiations, tug-of-wars, and calculations were far from simple. They wouldn’t yield results overnight. By the time Edgar had made any progress, Anson was already on his way to New York.

Then—

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door of Anson’s apartment. He called out, “Who is it?” and a slightly unexpected voice replied from outside.

“It’s Charlie.”

“…Charlie Kaufman.”

*Chapter 772: A Strange Visitor*

Charlie Kaufman?

Anson was completely confused. His first instinct was that this was some kind of prank by the paparazzi—that was the only explanation. Why else would Charlie show up at his New York doorstep?

But even if it was a prank, Anson had to give them credit for creativity.

Ingenious!

A smile crept across Anson’s face as he opened his apartment door, only to be completely taken aback—there, standing at his door, was the real Charlie Kaufman.

It was actually Charlie!

Along with him was another unfamiliar face, someone with a slightly tense demeanor, chin raised arrogantly, avoiding eye contact with Anson.

"...Charlie?"

Anson was rarely this taken aback and had no idea what was going on.

Charlie, also a bit uneasy, awkwardly shifted his gaze to the side and cleared his throat with a couple of coughs. "Hey, Anson, sorry to drop by unannounced."

"This is definitely a surprise," Anson still didn't quite understand the situation.

Charlie said, "I called your agent, and he said you were on vacation. If we wanted to discuss work, we'd have to wait until next week, but we really can’t wait that long. It's urgent, so we decided to come in person. Didn’t your agent tell you?"

Anson scratched his head. "I still have a few voicemails I haven’t listened to."

Right then—

Beep!

The answering machine in the living room clicked on, and Lucas’s voice echoed through the room.

"I’m guessing you won’t check the machine, but just in case, I’m letting you know: I’ll pick you up at 8 PM. Don’t go to the club by yourself—Dad’s worried you’ll get lost in the East Village all night."

Click.

The call ended.

Anson glanced at Charlie, looking slightly embarrassed. "A family gathering tonight."

Charlie waved it off. "No worries at all. It’s our fault for disturbing your vacation. We know how hectic awards season can be."

Indeed, with less than 24 hours before the Oscar nominations were announced, the awards season would soon enter its second phase. From that point on, Anson’s schedule would be packed with Academy-related events all the way until the Oscar ceremony in March.

Right now, Anson was simply enjoying the last bit of free time he had to relax.

Yet here was Charlie, taking advantage of this gap to personally visit Anson in New York. It seemed urgent. But if it was about Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, could it really be that pressing? Why did they have to deal with it today or tomorrow?

Thoughts raced through Anson’s mind.

He shook them off. "Sorry for my manners, leaving you standing at the door. Please, come in."

Anson stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter.

Charlie turned to the gray-haired middle-aged man behind him, gave a quick nod, and the two of them stepped into Anson’s apartment—

It was a duplex.

They walked down a hallway wide enough for three people, straight toward a set of dark brown wooden stairs with steel gray railings leading up to the second floor, where the bedrooms and bathrooms were likely located.

Past the stairs, there was an entire two-story glass wall facing the Hudson River. The navy blue blinds were drawn down two-thirds of the way, casting a grayish light that resembled a flowing river of crystal, moving quietly yet beautifully through the space.

To the left was a massive bookshelf filled with books and vinyl records, the sight of which immediately drew one's attention.

To the right was an open living area, with several plush, deep gray, cream, and black beanbag chairs scattered about. They faced a large projection screen, making it easy to overlook the open kitchen on the right-hand side.

The entire space was spacious yet sleek, minimalist but modern.

There was a captivating and subtle atmosphere to it—both vintage and contemporary, fashionable yet elegant. The air was filled with lazy jazz music, and under the warm yellow lights, you could see glasses of wine and a cheese platter on the table. A black-and-white movie was paused on the large screen, with the light and shadows giving the room a unique charm.

Charlie instantly liked it.

It was similar to what he had imagined Anson’s place would look like, but with more pleasant surprises.

Charlie began to take in the details, so much so that he wasn’t paying attention to what Anson was saying as they made small talk. Only when he noticed the same awe and curiosity on his companion’s face did he snap back to reality.

"Sorry, I wasn’t listening at all."

Charlie, always honest in unnecessary moments.

"But I really love your apartment. It’s the perfect embodiment of New York."

Anson chuckled. "The interior design was all my dad’s doing. Most of the books and vinyls were donations from my mom and brother. The only thing I asked for was the projector. But thanks, anyway."

Charlie burst out laughing, thinking Anson was just being modest.

Ahem.

The sound of a cough came from next to Charlie, reminding him for the third time that he had missed an important introduction. "Apologies, this is Michel Gondry, my friend."

"Oh," Anson said, lifting his chin slightly in recognition. "Director Gondry? So, this is about the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind script?"

There was no pretense, no small talk, and no attempt to act like he wasn’t interested—Anson got straight to the point.

Charlie looked at Michel, with a you should explain expression on his face.

But Michel still wore a constipated look, as if he were working through a thought that just wouldn’t come out.

Beep.

The answering machine beeped again.

"Anson, this is Edgar. Charlie Kaufman and Michel Gondry might drop by today or tomorrow to discuss a new project. Don’t agree to anything, and you don’t have to respond to anything either. I’m working on something with Focus Features."

Click.

The recording ended.

The air grew still.

Anson looked at the two men standing in front of him, spreading his hands with a smile. "Seems like I should probably escort you out now."

Michel looked utterly baffled, clearly not pleased.

But Charlie couldn’t hold it in and let out a laugh.

Michel shot Charlie a furious glare.

Charlie, undeterred, glared right back. "Then, why don’t you explain it to Anson yourself?"

Michel: …

Anson interjected, "Uh, hello? I’m right here. How about we just talk it out?"

Charlie laughed even harder. "I told you, Anson’s a fun guy."

Michel’s face turned dark as coal.

Charlie sighed, knowing Michel still hadn’t come around.

On one hand, Michel had a preconceived notion—like anyone, once they’re set on something, they stick to it, even if other options make more sense.

Michel was convinced about Jim Carrey, and nothing was going to change his mind in the short term.

On the other hand, Michel didn’t fully grasp how Hollywood worked. Even though he had been around the industry for years, he had only made one major film, and that was largely done through friendships and favors.

Suddenly, he was faced with Hollywood's profit-driven nature, and it wasn’t sitting well with him.

It looked like Charlie would have to be the one to explain it after all.

*Chapter 773: One Wave After Another*

As a friend, Charlie understood Michel.

Even though Michel had agreed to come to New York to meet Anson, in reality, his mind still hadn't fully processed everything. He hadn't clarified the entire web of interests, so he was still acting awkwardly in front of Anson.

With a light sigh, Charlie ultimately chose not to make things harder for Michel.

“Anson, what do you think of Kate Winslet?”

Kate Winslet, the leading actress in Titanic.

That one role alone would be enough to etch her into cinematic history. However, as an actress, she had already delivered a series of outstanding performances that proved she should not be defined by just Titanic.

Movies like The Reader, Sense and Sensibility, Little Children, Finding Neverland, and Steve Jobs have given her a lasting presence on the big screen.

As for Anson, the film that left the deepest impression on him wasn’t Titanic, but rather—

*Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*.

When she appeared in Titanic, Kate was only twenty-one, still carrying a bit of baby fat, which led to cruel comments from some viewers about her appearance. But by the time she starred in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, she was twenty-seven, and that bold, fiery red hair became her defining look.

In that movie, Kate’s understanding of the script and connection with the character reached a level of maturity. She delivered her most nuanced, rich, and unique performance, solidifying her reputation as a serious actress in the eyes of the Academy, paving the way for her eventual Oscar win.

So, hearing Kate’s name from Charlie’s mouth didn’t surprise Anson.

In fact, he was all for it.

“I like her,” Anson said.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Anson realized his mistake:

At this point in time, Kate hadn’t yet starred in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. In Hollywood, she was still mostly seen as a glamorous star without much critical acclaim.

In a way, Kate and Leonardo were in the same boat, with their careers being defined as “pre-Titanic” and “post-Titanic.”

Before Titanic, they were both considered acting prodigies—Leonardo for What’s Eating Gilbert Grape and Kate for Sense and Sensibility. Both earned Oscar nominations for Best Supporting Actor/Actress and were hailed as rising stars.

After Titanic, however, the overwhelming success of the movie catapulted both actors to an unattainable peak, overshadowing their talent. Titanic became the turning point in their careers—both positively and negatively.

Leonardo tried to escape Hollywood, seeking solitude and taking on physically demanding roles to divert attention from his looks.

Kate, on the other hand, dove into the world of independent films, repeatedly taking on challenging roles to prove she had more to offer as an actress.

However, Kate’s intentions became too obvious. The Academy felt she was forcing a narrative of struggle, overcompensating, and they weren’t interested in watching her try so hard.

That was until Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind—

Charlie Kaufman’s quirky, introspective script broke the mold and gave Kate the recognition she had been striving for all along.

Just like Titanic, Eternal Sunshine was a pivotal moment in Kate’s career.

However.

At this point, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind hadn’t been made yet, so there had been no shift in perception. To Hollywood, Kate and Leonardo were still seen as part of the Titanic phenomenon—commercial stars trying to prove themselves as serious actors.

As Anson noticed Charlie’s surprised look and Michel’s "I knew it" expression, he realized they had misunderstood him.

But Anson didn’t plan to explain.

After a brief pause, he added, "I’ve always thought Kate is a highly versatile actress. Maybe she’s not a natural like Katharine Hepburn or Meryl Streep, but she’s a very dedicated actress."

"She always brings her own ideas to her roles, constructing a deep understanding of her characters."

"Even in Titanic, where she played a wealthy girl in distress, she studied the subtle changes in the character’s mindset. Playing such a seemingly simple role well isn’t as easy as it looks."

"Moreover, after that movie, she’s been continuously honing her craft and studying roles."

"At least in my eyes, she genuinely loves acting, and that’s rare in Hollywood. I really do like her."

In a few words, Anson clearly expressed his thoughts.

Michel, who had been silent and seemingly sulking, suddenly brightened up. Like a rattlesnake in the desert, he looked at Anson with excitement.

“Yes!”

“Yes, exactly!”

“Charlie, I told you! Look, I told you a long time ago, Kate is an outstanding actress. You’ve all misunderstood her.”

Charlie looked at Michel with an expression of utter resignation, his lips tightly sealed: Fine, you try then.

Clearing his throat, Michel finally mustered the courage to look Anson in the eye. “What about Nicole Kidman? What do you think of her?”

This time, Anson didn’t answer right away.

Mentioning Kate Winslet had instinctively made him think of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and he had responded without much thought. But now, adding Nicole Kidman into the mix made things feel strange.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Anson’s gaze shifted between Charlie and Michel.

“Did you come all the way to New York just to ask me to review actresses? What is this, a royal selection of concubines?”

Michel’s face turned a little red with embarrassment. He mumbled something, unsure of what to say.

Charlie sighed deeply, and finally, the explanation came.

After some discussions and evaluations, Michel had officially settled on his ideal casting choice: Jim Carrey paired with Kate Winslet. It was an unusual combination, completely unexpected, but Michel believed that their odd pairing would create unique chemistry.

Of course, managing the actors and their dynamic would be a challenge, but Michel was mentally prepared for that.

Michel began negotiations with Focus Features.

Focus Features was leaning toward Anson, especially since he had agreed to lower production costs by taking a percentage of the profits. They were fully on board with Anson’s involvement.

After all, a movie like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind wasn’t meant to make a lot of money, and Focus Features was more about prestige and awards season positioning for Universal Pictures.

If Anson could help control the costs, Focus Features couldn’t have been happier.

However, despite intense discussions, Michel and Focus Features couldn’t reach an agreement. Just when it seemed like one problem had been solved, another emerged.

Focus Features had an issue with the female lead. They believed there was a better choice than Kate Winslet—

Nicole Kidman.

This drove Michel absolutely crazy.

*Chapter 774: Stalemate Situation*

Originally, Focus Features had no issues with Kate Winslet.

Similar to Leonardo, the film company still believed in the lingering market effect of Titanic. Even though that effect had mostly faded, their names were still familiar and beloved by the general public, which could still be a significant factor in attracting audiences to the theaters.

Then, awards season began.

With the conclusion of the Golden Globes, Nicole Kidman’s buzz for Best Actress grew louder, and she quickly became the frontrunner for this year's Best Actress Oscar.

Last year, Nicole was already a strong contender for Best Actress with Moulin Rouge!, but in a shocking upset, she lost to Halle Berry at the Oscars, marking Berry as the first Black woman to win the Best Actress award. While Hollywood celebrated Berry’s historic win, many sympathized with Nicole.

Now, Nicole was making a comeback, leading the awards season’s Best Actress race for the second consecutive year. Due to her close loss last year, she garnered even more support, and her momentum was rapidly increasing.

At the moment, the Oscar nominations hadn’t been announced yet, but Nicole was clearly way ahead of the competition. This sparked a different idea within Focus Features—

What if Nicole Kidman were the lead actress?

If Nicole were to win the Best Actress Oscar at the upcoming ceremony, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind would be her first project after claiming the Oscar, and that would serve as the best free publicity.

Moreover, and very importantly, whether the male lead was Jim Carrey or Anson, the Academy might resist or even reject the idea. In fact, the only person on the team with a potential shot at awards attention would be Charlie Kaufman. Without more star power, it would be difficult for the studio’s public relations team to gain traction during awards season.

It was clear that Kate Winslet wouldn’t be able to help shift this situation, and she might even exacerbate the Academy's bias, resulting in more obstacles during awards season—something the studio absolutely didn’t want.

However, bringing in a newly crowned Best Actress could easily resolve these difficulties.

Suddenly, everything took a turn.

Not only could Jim Carrey no longer be the male lead, but Kate Winslet couldn’t be the female lead either. Michel’s envisioned cast was completely overturned, and even though he threatened to leave the project, Focus Features knew they had the upper hand.

Focus knew Michel had invested immense time and effort into the project—over seven years. Now, it wasn’t about Focus trying to take the project away from Michel, but rather Michel threatening to leave, which gave the company no reason to back down.

One key point was that Charlie Kaufman hadn’t threatened to leave the project.

As a result, a complex and delicate stalemate had formed.

The most absurd yet fascinating part was that not a single actor had been officially confirmed for the film—no one had signed any contracts—yet internal disputes at the studio had brought the project to a halt.

And then?

Michel turned to Charlie.

Charlie’s solution was—

Anson.

The situation was complicated, mainly because of Charlie and Michel’s scattered narrative, and Anson had to piece everything together from fragmented clues.

Anson’s first thought was, "Who's the producer? Are they clear about the direction of this project?"

Charlie was confused. “What do you mean?”

Anson shrugged lightly. “As far as I know, when they were considering me for the role, their main focus was the market. Hey, I don’t have two Oscars under my belt.”

“But now, they’re thinking about Nicole, and the focus is shifting toward awards.”

“Of course, I get it. If a project can achieve both box office success and critical acclaim, that’s perfect. But we’re not preparing to make a second Titanic, right? So, we need to stay calm and clear-headed and set clear goals.”

“One moment they’re leaning toward choosing this actor for box office appeal, the next they’re leaning toward another for awards consideration. Do you know what will happen?”

“A disaster.”

Lighthearted, playful, humorous, with a hint of sarcasm, Anson’s tone was casual. Despite the serious conversation, the mood lightened instantly.

Michel couldn’t help but glance at Anson, his gaze changing slightly, though not for long. “That’s easy to say in theory; reality is much more complicated. Do you think you’re the only smart person in Hollywood?”

Clearly, Michel still hadn’t let go of his reservations.

In Michel’s mind, Jim Carrey was still the best choice. However, there were two issues.

First, they couldn’t afford Carrey’s $8 million salary.

Second, Jim Carrey supported the idea of Nicole Kidman as the lead. If it increased the film’s chances during awards season, he wouldn’t say no.

Michel felt stuck.

So, when Charlie suggested they meet with Anson, Michel couldn’t refuse, but he also couldn’t fully accept it, leaving him feeling awkward.

Yet, time was running out—

Once the Oscar nominations were announced, regardless of Nicole’s thoughts, Focus Features would likely rush to approach her.

Imagine if Nicole agreed?

Focus Features wouldn’t be able to refuse her, and neither could Charlie or Michel. That would be the real dilemma.

They had to find Anson, and quickly.

After a six-hour flight across North America, without even taking a sip of water, they knocked on Anson’s apartment door.

Michel knew he was conflicted but couldn’t help himself.

Faced with Michel’s jabs, Anson laughed. “Ha, thanks for the compliment. There are plenty of smart people in Hollywood. I don’t think I’m one of them. Otherwise, things would have gone smoothly and followed my wishes, don’t you think, director?”

Charlie: Haha.

Michel was taken aback, unsure how to respond, so he simply glared at Charlie.

Anson continued, “All I have is theory, and even then, it’s pretty shaky. But I do know that failing to prioritize is a fatal mistake in any industry or project. If you try to have everything, you might end up with nothing.”

“Box office? Of course.”

“Awards? I’d welcome that.”

“But the foundation of all this is what?”

Anson looked at Charlie.

Charlie, still lost in his amusement over Michel’s reaction, hadn’t caught on yet.

Anson sighed slightly.

“The project. We need to focus on the project itself.”

“Charlie, your script is wild and quirky, with ideas that most people struggle to understand. That’s why your work rarely gets market approval, and you don’t aim to please the Academy either.”

Charlie finally caught on. “You can be even more honest; I know my box office numbers.”

Anson smiled. “But that’s exactly what makes you special, at least from my perspective.”

“You don’t pander to anyone. Whether it’s the ticket-buying audience or the Oscar-voting members, you don’t start your creative process with them in mind.”

“That’s why your scripts are so unique.”

“So, when we choose the cast, we should put aside box office and awards concerns for now and focus entirely on the script and the characters.”

*Chapter 775: Returning to the Essence*

The reasoning goes like this.

In 2003, Hollywood still firmly believed in the power of star appeal. When a top-tier actor joined a project, the entire process became much easier, and there was even a blind pursuit of big stars. As a result, resources became concentrated in the hands of a select few.

However, Hollywood slowly began to realize that while stars could be trusted, it was dangerous to rely on them blindly or put all hopes on their shoulders. The most direct example of this came two years later with Ocean's Thirteen.

Although Ocean's Twelve underperformed at the box office, Ocean's Thirteen was a double failure in terms of both reviews and ticket sales, proving once and for all that relying solely on star power wouldn't make a movie truly successful.

Thus, a new challenge emerged:

How can stars be used correctly?

This required both time and experience. The casting of Robert Downey Jr. in Iron Man was a fluke; if their repeated attempts to convince Tom Cruise hadn’t failed, Hollywood might have needed more time to shift the focus of a project from star power to the work itself.

Now, the same principle applied here.

Jim Carrey and Anson Wood, Nicole Kidman and Kate Winslet.

These are heavyweight names. Any one of them could help an unknown indie film get noticed by production companies. The fact that Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind had them as potential options was a kind of "Versailles problem" (meaning it's a luxurious dilemma to have).

So, analyzing it from the perspectives of box office, awards, PR strategies, and promotion, the conclusion would be that there were pros and cons to each – there was no correct answer.

Therefore, why not set aside the actors and return to the script and characters?

In Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, the two lead characters, Joel and Clementine, weren’t written arbitrarily. Charlie Kaufman liked to explore the inner world of his characters, naturally giving each of them defined traits, personalities, and psychological depth.

From the start, Joel and Clementine represented two starkly different styles:

Joel was cautious and steady, while Clementine was wild, impulsive, and emotionally sensitive. While not complete opposites, they were definitely very different.

Moreover, Charlie left room for interpretation, allowing the director and actors to infuse their own colors, giving the plain script a soul. This made the actors' importance stand out even more.

“I like Kate,” Anson said.

“She has this contradictory aura about her—somewhere between nobility and down-to-earth, elegance and wildness. There’s an unpredictability, like a sudden summer storm that clears just as quickly as it comes, leaving you no time to open an umbrella.”

“I believe Kate could give Clementine this same blend of contradictions that would make her relatable. On the other hand, Nicole, as wonderful as she is, feels too polished for Clementine.”

“It’s a subtle feeling.”

“To be honest, from my perspective, Clementine has hints of bipolar disorder. Outsiders might only see one extreme—either her highs or her lows—but those who spend every day with her know it’s not easy. It’s like being on a rollercoaster that’s a little too intense.”

“Such a character, if mishandled, could easily become someone the audience dislikes, making them wish Joel had completely erased Clementine from his memory. But we know that’s not how it should be. Kate has the ability to make her likable.”

“Just like she did with Rose.”

Anson shared all these thoughts without pause or reservation.

Beside him, Charlie remained expressionless, looking like an outsider. But if you observed closely, you’d see the focused intensity and contemplation in his eyes, showing he was fully immersed in Anson’s words.

As for Michelle?

Michelle’s mouth hung slightly open. She was no longer worried about a fly flying in, her excitement almost overflowing from her eyes.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed, slamming her hands down on the table.

Unable to contain herself, Michelle jumped to her feet. Her curly hair bounced with her movement.

“That’s exactly what I’ve been saying! Kate! Kate is different. Her acting style is different. She brings a unique quality to her characters!”

“This is a man’s story—a story written by a man, directed by a man, with a male perspective on love. But I believe Kate can break free from the male gaze and the objectification that comes with it, giving the character more possibilities, making her feel alive.”

“And Nicole?”

“Don’t get me wrong—I love Nicole. She’s an amazing actress, but she’s just not right for this. In this story, she’d look like a caged bird, and that would undermine the entire structure.”

“Making a movie isn’t that simple. Why don’t those guys understand?”

It was a whirlwind of excitement.

Michelle, who had kept a poker face since Los Angeles, finally showed her true self—animated, expressive, and unable to stop talking. Her cheeks turned red as she glanced at Charlie and then at Anson, awkwardly freezing in place.

She felt embarrassed.

She admitted she had initially favored Jim Carrey and had entered this meeting with bias. But after talking with Anson face-to-face, her perception gradually shifted, and Anson’s remarks completely overturned her preconceived notions.

What truly mattered wasn’t that Anson supported Kate, though Michelle was happy they were on the same page about that. The most important part was Anson’s understanding.

His understanding of the characters, the script, and how he painted a vivid picture of the scenes through his words.

And by “picture,” this didn’t refer to how the film would be shot but to the interactions between the characters, the key moments in their performances, and their overall essence.

This wasn’t an easy task. Though Hollywood had its fair share of geniuses, it was rare for someone to construct such a vivid picture of a role in their mind.

Jim Carrey couldn’t do this, which was why Michelle had to explain the character’s “picture” to him.

Of course, Jim Carrey’s acting talent was undeniable. Aside from his comedic skills, he was gifted at using subtle expressions and movements to convey emotions, creating a sharp image. He preferred to use his body to perform, feel, and explore—a different kind of actor.

But Anson?

Michelle hadn’t expected this.

And it proved Anson had read the script thoroughly—not just memorizing lines or reading the story but diving deep into the psychology of the characters and the world Charlie Kaufman had created.

That was the truly impressive part.

Michelle had assumed Anson had been lost in the recent whirlwind of applause and praise, too busy to focus on anything else.

Clearly, she was wrong—arrogance and prejudice never go out of style.