Drew Barrymore, along with Cameron Diaz and Lucy Liu—the three "charlies angels" about to sweep the globe—arrived in New York today for the first round of major media promotion for their upcoming fall movie release.
Over the next two days, their schedule was packed with exclusive interviews for Entertainment Weekly and Rolling Stone, as well as several fashion shoots.
The movie charlies angels had finished filming and was now in post-production. This promotional tour aimed to position it as "one of the most anticipated movies of the fall," using powerful and stylish group photos of the three leads along with in-depth interviews to establish the film's cool, humorous, and female-empowering tone in advance.
This afternoon, a set of fashion photos showcasing the trio's distinct personalities had just been completed in the photographer's studio.
With the flashes momentarily stilled, the three chatted casually while removing their makeup.
Cameron excitedly brought up her "mysterious friend" again.
"...Seriously, you guys didn't see it with your own eyes," Cameron gestured, her eyes shining.
"Those movements were so clean and sharp, that sense of power and speed... it was just like the choreography designed by Master Yuen Woo-ping. It was absolutely dazzling!" The "friend who's great at fighting" she spoke of was, of course, Landon.
Considering they had a full day of interviews tomorrow and needed to be in top form, the three gave up the idea of going to a bar for a drink and decided to return directly to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel to rest.
In fact, in this project, Drew Barrymore was not just one of the stars.
She was also the initiator and core producer of the entire film project. It was she who saw the huge potential in adapting that classic 1970s series into an action-comedy that fit the millennial aesthetic and emphasized female friendship and power, and she actively campaigned until Columbia Pictures finally secured the adaptation rights.
She had poured far more heart and soul into this movie than an ordinary actor.
Returning to the luxurious and quiet floor of the hotel, the three said goodnight and returned to their respective rooms.
After finishing her nighttime routine, Drew changed into comfortable silk pajamas but found herself completely unable to sleep.
The excitement of the promotional period and her thoughts as a producer regarding the project's future swirled in her mind.
She picked up a bottle of fine brandy from the room's minibar and decided to find someone to chat with.
She first knocked on Lucy Liu's room door, but after waiting a moment, there was no response.
Assuming Lucy was probably still downstairs at the spa or gym, Drew didn't think much of it and turned to walk toward Cameron's room at the other end of the hallway.
The hallway was covered in thick carpet, making her footsteps silent.
Drew reached Cameron's room door and was about to raise her hand to press the doorbell when her movements suddenly froze.
She noticed that the heavy solid wood room door wasn't fully closed, leaving a tiny crack.
And right there on the edge of the carpet under the door gap, a corner of a dark men's suit jacket was visible.
As Cameron's longtime friend and partner, Drew's curiosity was instantly piqued.
Cameron had an "arrangement" in New York? Who could it be?
Her heart beat a little faster for no reason, a thrill of peeking into a secret creeping into her mind.
Just then, a series of extremely faint sounds—a mix of suppressed gasps and the rhythmic, deep creaking of a mattress—drifted indistinctly through the crack in the door.
That sound caused Drew to hold her breath instantly.
She gently pushed the room door open a bit wider.
First, she carefully picked up the fine-textured men's jacket by the door, then silently slipped inside, pulling the door shut behind her so softly it didn't make a sound.
Only a single atmospheric wall lamp was on in the suite's living room, casting a dim and ambiguous light.
Drew's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the light and sound spilling from the open master bedroom door.
She moved forward two steps, and that blood-pumping scene crashed into her sight without any cover.
The dim yellow light outlined the powerful silhouette of a young man's back, sweat winding down the lines of his taut muscles, glistening wetly under the light.
He was fully immersed.
And Cameron, beneath him, had her eyes tightly shut, her face submerged in a state of nearly dazed bliss and loss of control. The intermittent syllables escaping her red lips were a blur of praise and intimate curses, interweaving into the most direct sensory sonata.
Drew felt a wave of heat surge from her feet to the top of her head, and the blood in her entire body seemed to accelerate.
She recognized the man—it was Landon Williams, the recently red-hot rookie singer Cameron had enthusiastically recommended to her and Lucy a few weeks ago.
At the time, Drew had secretly wondered why Cameron was so invested in a newcomer to the music scene.
Of course, she had to admit that the kid's appearance in magazines and MVs was indeed excessively handsome; that was likely Cameron's primary motivation for the recommendation.
Later at a bar, she had also heard that song "Yeah!" dominating the dance floor and had to admit the guy had some talent.
But now, the vivid scene before her was far more impactful than any music video or magazine spread.
Drew's mouth went dry, and her heart hammered against her ribs like a drum.
She gently placed the brandy bottle and glass, along with the men's jacket, onto the soft wool carpet.
Then, as if pulled by an invisible thread, her hand uncontrollably moved to her own neck. Her fingertips trembled slightly as they slid slowly down the line of her collarbone, the temperature of her skin rising beneath the silk pajamas.
Drew Barrymore, the girl who had started drinking at nine and using cocaine at thirteen, who had struggled on the edge of Hollywood's glitz and abyss and seen all of life's bizarre spectacles early on.
Although she had long since successfully kicked her drug habit, the rebellious, adventure-seeking blood in her veins had never cooled.
She didn't want to be a quiet bystander.
That heat and the clamoring impulse within her finally overcame her brief hesitation.
She didn't retreat to the door; instead, she walked barefoot and silently toward the center of that dim yellow light and intensity.
She didn't go to the side of the bed, but went straight to Landon's front.
Landon, who was fully focused, suddenly saw a familiar figure with curly hair and silk pajamas enter the periphery of his vision. He was so startled he stiffened and nearly blurted out, "Damn! Holy shit!"
However, before the exclamation could escape, a hand carrying a faint scent of perfume quickly and gently covered his mouth.
Drew raised the index finger of her other hand to her lips. Her famous large, round eyes sparkled with mischief, boldness, and command in the dim light.
She shook her head slightly, signaling him not to make a sound.
Then, under Landon's stunned gaze, Drew leaned down, moving with clear purpose toward Cameron, who was lost in her own sensory world.
She accurately captured her friend's slightly parted, moist red lips and kissed her deeply.
The sensation was completely different.
Cameron's body stiffened, and her dazed eyes suddenly snapped open, only to meet Drew's face, which was inches away and wearing a triumphant, mischievous smile.