Jodie Foster is petite and very smart. During her five years at Yale University, she had excellent grades. She is not the stereotype of a beautiful and brainless Hollywood female star who knows nothing about common sense.
This time, I finally got Ronald's verbal promise, and I immediately and cleverly proposed to ride on Ronald's business jet back to Los Angeles. These big directors are very busy in their daily lives. If they don't stay close to them, appear next to them, and remind them
If so, it might be forgotten soon.
Ronald was not disgusted with such a self-motivated actress. It was a good thing to be enterprising. He agreed to Foster's request. Besides, chatting with a smart beauty on the plane was better than chatting with Mi
Sher Cannold The two men talked about work much better.
"What novel are you reading?"
"This one? 'Nothing lasts forever', a police thriller." Ronald's novel was still on the chair. He thought it was really wonderful and planned to read it again on the return trip.
"You want to adapt it into a movie? Today's action movies are not like they were in previous years. They are a bit on the decline." Jodie Foster was very smart and saw Ronald's plan from his schedule.
"I haven't decided yet. I just think the novel is very interesting."
"What attracts you?" Judy leaned over, crossed Ronald's body, and reached the novel.
"Tsk..." Ronald sighed. Foster's body is petite, but his figure is not small. Among movie actors, it is very rare for real people to be relatively well-proportioned. Of course, such a figure, in the anamorphic wide-screen lens,
It will look a little fat.
"I don't understand why you think so highly of this novel. Is it a very old detective novel?" After reading for more than an hour, Foster finished the novel. When he saw Ronald doing official business, he came over.
disturb.
"You have made a lot of movies, so you should have seen the advantages of adapting it into a script." Ronald asked the flight attendant to pour him a glass of ginger water and started chatting with Foster to relieve his boredom.
"Hmm... because the structure of the novel is very good? In the end, the hero turned the tables and defeated the bad guy with a move that was unexpected?"
"Very good, Judy, very good." Ronald took a sip of ginger water, and his breath went straight to the top of his head. His thoughts became much clearer. It seems that chatting with a beautiful woman with high IQ can indeed stimulate rational thinking.
At the end of the novel, the male protagonist tied the pistol behind his back with tape and killed the kidnapper by surprise. This is indeed a plot that is very suitable for the movie. "Any more?" Ronald smiled to Foster.
"Well, the kidnappers initially claimed to be the guerrilla leader who wanted to liberate Panama, but actually their goal was to find the gold in the building. This was also a good MacGuffin. It misled the audience's attention at first, and then revealed the real purpose of the kidnappers.
Purpose."
Foster has been making movies since he was a child and has learned a lot about various movies.
"I have to say, you can be a director in the future, Judy." Ronald had already overestimated Jodie Foster's level, but he didn't expect that she would surprise him.
"How many points will my answer get? Is there an A?"
"absolute"
"Haha, I shouldn't have missed anything, right?"
"If you are not a producer, there will be no problem." Ronald replied with a smile.
"Where? Tell me, where did I miss it?" Jodie Foster simply stood up and sat next to Ronald, hugged Ronald's arm, and started acting coquettishly.
A smell of perfume spread from Judy's body, and Ronald was shaken by her a few times. I don't know if it was because business jets are higher than commercial flights, with a cruising altitude of more than 10,000 feet. Ronald looked at the petite
Foster's snow-white skin feels a little dizzy...
"The biggest reason why I'm interested is because almost all the scenes in this novel are set in a skyscraper, which is very economical to shoot."
"Ah..." Jodie Foster didn't expect Ronald to give such a non-artistic reason, and opened her mouth.
…
"Kelly, this is Judy, Judy, Kelly..."
When they arrived in Los Angeles, Ronald first sent Jodie Foster to Kelly McGillis, who was anxiously waiting for the candidate recommended by Ronald.
After introducing the two beauties, Ronald said goodbye and went home.
"You know I want to play District Attorney Murphy. You are here to play the role of the victim, right?"
"No problem, Ronald told me that I am willing to accept any challenge."
The two beauties started chatting at the door. Ronald watched from the back seat of the car as McGillis opened the door and let Foster in. Foster took the initiative to hold McGillis's hand...
The car turned a corner, and Ronald didn't see what happened next. He had some doubts in his heart, but he quickly put it aside. He still had many things to be busy with.
Early the next morning, Ronald came to Joel Silver's office.
Joel Silver, the producer of "Streets of Rage", rarely showed up early in his luxurious office, waiting for Ronald.
His taste is very tacky, everything looks like a Wall Street investment bank. Even the front desk and secretaries have tried their best to find a few blondes with good figures. They wear office girl clothes, but they still twist their waists while holding folders.
Their appearance betrayed their empty brains and their true intention of making movies.
"How's your screenwriting going?" Ronald asked when he saw Silver.
"Why are you interested?"
"Indeed, I have read the novel several times and it is very suitable for adapting into a movie."
"Okay, okay, okay!" Joel Silver said several good words in a row, and his mouth widened with joy.
"So, you agree to join?"
"I want to see the script, Joel. Then I decide how much money to invest."
"Investment? How much can you offer?" Joel Silver didn't expect that Ronald wanted to invest rather than become a director. However, although Ronald was a successful director and had enough money, he could invest in this kind of seven-year investment.
A big studio production?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I have the Japanese chaebol behind me. As long as the plot satisfies them, I can do whatever they want." Ronald made the conditions.
"You want to change the script?" Joel Silver frowned.
"I only ask for a high-ranking Japanese character who is positive and who can preferably lead many Americans."
"That's it?" Joel Silver and Ronald confirmed.
"That's it, but the quality of the script itself must satisfy me. Then I will consider whether to direct it."
"No problem, in short, you will have a share of this big cake." Joel Silver was very happy. The large investments from Japan were all talents!
"Can you put a character like this in the script?"
"Of course, I treat the screenwriter, by the way, his name is Jeb Stewart. I am very relaxed with him. Compared with writing an important supporting role, he will agree. Let the Japanese be the chairman and CEO of the company.
How about it? All the Americans in the building are his subordinates."
"I think Japan has no problem." Ronald thought this arrangement was good.
"Hahaha, didn't they say they wanted to buy New York and Los Angeles? Since they signed the agreement two years ago, the yen has appreciated from 250 to 160. Now there are so many people in Hollywood who want Japanese investment. I didn't expect you and
They are also related. Can you tell me which chaebol it is?"
"In short, they are two talkative people in the Japanese entertainment industry, the big guys who control half of the market there."
"There are two more, very good, very good." Joel Silver quickly ordered the female secretary to get some good wine to celebrate.
"boom"
After opening the champagne, Ronald and Silver toasted to celebrate the agreement of cooperation.
"You said your screenwriter works 16 hours a day. How far is it now?" After taking a sip of champagne, he still cared about the script.
Compared with those senior executives in the Seventh Group who have never been engaged in film shooting, Ronald is a producer who truly recognizes the value of the script. Unlike people like Shirley Lansing who talk about it, he does not recognize the value of the script.
Will invest.
"I've asked my secretary to call him and ask him to come over. Jeb's first draft has been written, but he is a fledgling screenwriter. We still need to find some script doctors for him to polish it."
"He's just starting out. Hasn't he written a movie script before? How can you rest assured?" Ronald was surprised.
"He was doing script revision work for Disney and Paramount, but because there was not enough business, I gave him this opportunity.
Talents are everywhere in Hollywood, and I don't know if he can do it. But he behaved professionally and passionately enough in front of me, and he also needs the money to pay off his mortgage. So I gave him a chance.
I have long understood that as producers, we cannot interfere with the creative details of screenwriters and directors. We need to find those geniuses who have passion and fire in their hearts, and then give them full creative freedom.
I don’t interfere with their creative process. I only look at the results. If they impress me, I’ll give them a green light. If they’re not satisfied, I’ll give them a red light. It’s that simple.”
Ronald kept nodding. This kind of producer's concept is very advanced. In fact, you don't have to worry too much about the creative process and details. Just let the final product speak for itself. The script is all connected and detailed.
It also has a profound meaning. If the producer changes it at will, it will be a bad thing.
If you are not satisfied with the quality, just don't take pictures, instead of pretending that you know something about it.
"But aren't you afraid that they will go astray?" Ronald only doesn't understand that highly creative artists sometimes add too many of their own ideas, distorting an original idea that has commercial potential. Although the creator
It might be fun, but the end result won't be good.
"I only gave him three constraints. I wanted a Rambo story in an office, it had to be in a skyscraper, and it also had to have a Christmas plot. He made the rest on his own."
"We also need to add a Japanese boss character."
"We also need to add the role of a Japanese boss." Joel Silver raised his hand and clinked glasses with Ronald again, fully respecting the investors' opinions.
Ronald basically figured out the framework of this successful producer.
Unlike "Top Gun" producer Don Simpson, who was abusing drugs and was too emotional to discuss things in an organized manner, Joel Silver actually thought in an organized manner.
As a producer, what he needs to grasp are several elements that make commercial films popular, at least what he thinks the audience will like.
These three restrictions have obviously reduced the production budget a lot. Within this framework, the story will also be liked by the audience. Who doesn’t want to watch an action battle where bad guys are beaten in a building and the hormones are soaring?
Speaking of which, Hollywood has not yet seen a Rambo-style action movie set in an office building.
Ronald thought again of the movie he dreamed about when he went to Cannes. It was such a good building, why make a dull movie about a frustrated man committing suicide? It would be great for making commercial action movies.
"boom!"
While the two producers were discussing the project, a huge sound came from the road outside the window. The sound was so loud that it seemed like someone had fired a gun or something had hit a rock.
The two walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the office. They saw a Japanese Toyota car across the road, which had hit a fire hydrant on the side of the road. The front part had been crushed in, and the driver seemed to be unconscious.
Human affairs, no one escaped.
"Shxt!, that seems to be our screenwriter, Jeb Stewart's car."
Joel Silver suddenly cursed. He recognized the white car here, which looked very much like the one owned by Jeb, the screenwriter he paid to hire.
"Hurry up and call 911, I'll go take a look."
Ronald thought to himself that working 16 hours a day was really not enough. He ran out of the office quickly. He had received first aid training before and hurriedly walked to the front of the car.
The front part of the Toyota Corolla had been smashed in, and the ground was covered with broken pieces of glass and metal.
Ronald took a closer look and saw a man in the driver's seat, his face covered in blood, and a bulging airbag popped up on the steering wheel.
"Jeb? Is that you? Jeb? Are you hurt there? Doesn't it feel right there?"
When Ronald saw the screenwriter named Jeb, his eyes were wide open. Except for his broken nose, there seemed to be no blood anywhere else.
But the injured in the car accident couldn't speak, so they could only call out softly.
"I...I'm fine. I was just scared." Jeb Stewart was scared to death. He moved his legs, then looked at his abdomen. There were no scars. He unbuckled his seat belt and trembled.
Got the car.
"Be careful." Ronald saw that his legs were weak and helped him.
"Are you, are you Ronald?"
Jeb found that the person supporting him was the idol he admired in the screenwriting circle. He was a young and lucky screenwriter who had received US$350,000 for his debut work. His eyes were wide open and he couldn't believe it.
"Stop talking, go sit over there for a while, Joel calls 911, and the ambulance will be here soon."
"It's okay. My script is still in the back seat of the car. I'll bring it to you."
…
After noon, Ronald and Joel Silver arrived at the hospital to visit screenwriter Jeb who had completed his examination here.
The unlucky man's car was destroyed. Fortunately, the Japanese people's car-making philosophy allowed him to luckily escape the damage of the car crash.
Before Joel Silver came to the hospital, he had read the first draft of the script that Jeb had written in the past few days. He was very satisfied with the script. The screenwriter, who was inspired by the mortgage, the future, and the ambition, turned out exactly as he expected.
Same, the most creative.
"The script is very good and we will continue this project. Ronald will also join this project. As a producer, we have discussed that you should add a Japanese character to your script."
"That's no problem..." Jeb was lying on the hospital bed. Fortunately, the examination he had completed was covered by the Screenwriters Guild's medical insurance. However, his car was destroyed. Fortunately, he was fine. If this movie can be approved, he would buy a car.
New cars are still available.
"But..." Jeb recalled the moment before the car crash, and the image of his wife flashed in his mind.
When he came out this morning, he had a quarrel with his wife because of house repairs. Unexpectedly, when the accident happened, all he could think about was how sorry he was for his wife and wanted to ask for her forgiveness. At that time, he was afraid that he would not
Opportunity.
"Don't worry, I made an agreement with Joel that I will give you a second-hand Toyota to drive first. When you get the official payment for the script and the filming of the movie starts, you can buy a new car."
Ronald knew that these screenwriters were poor and solved his worries in advance.
"No, no, I mean thank you. That's not what I was thinking about just now. When I crashed the car, I had an idea and wanted to add it to the script. Hiss..." Jeb became excited and moved the car that was damaged by the air bag.
Nose injuries.
"Slow down, great writer." Ronald smiled. He had also experienced this kind of moment. He thought about the script day and night. Sometimes, an accident would lead to a complete understanding.
"I want to add another plot to the protagonist John Ford. He comes to Los Angeles to make a last effort to reconcile with his wife who is discussing divorce. In this way, the audience will like the protagonist more and worry more about his fate.
After rescuing a hostage in a building and killing the kidnapper, will he still get along with the wife of the senior vice president who is... um... the CEO of Japanese people?"
"A very good idea, but you should rest first." Ronald listened and felt that this setting would indeed make the beginning more grab the audience's attention, and also add a soothing emotion to the entire intense plot.
Vice line.
How come this protagonist’s name has the same name as America’s most important western film director? Hollywood generally doesn’t make fun of a figure with an important position in film history.
"I have nothing to do, I can rewrite it right away, hiss..."
Jeb still frowned, his chest was pinched by the seat belt, and it hurt a little.
"Jeb..." Outside the hospital ward, a woman rushed in. It seemed that she was the wife he had argued with in the morning.
"An, why are you here? I'm fine, I just got bumped."
"It was Mr. Ronald who called me to inform me. Just hope you're okay... Wuwu... I was scared to death."
…
Ronald and Joel Silver did not continue to disturb Jeb and his wife. They walked out of Memorial Hospital and agreed to wait until Jeb's revised version came out before jointly presenting it to the two investors and publishers, Japan and Fox.
If Ronald can be the director, he will probably get the green light all the way. Even if he is not the director, Fox and the Japanese will make him responsible for keeping an eye on the director to ensure that the production proceeds as expected.
After an exciting day, Ronald returned to his apartment and took a hot bath before going to bed.
The hot water soothed his spirit a lot, and soon a dark and sweet dream came over him.
…
A gangster wearing a designer suit and a beard has a ferocious look on his face, but at the same time he speaks politely and with a London accent.
"Hey, isn't this Allen, Alan Rickman, the leading actor of Broadway's 'Dangerous Liaisons'?" Ronald was surprised to find that the villain in the dream was actually played by the breathtaking Allen.
of.
He really deserves to be an actor in Shakespeare's company, and he looks like who he plays.
The gangster set up a family photo on the desk in his office.
His expression changed from surprise to realization, and then became fierce again. He picked up the gun in his hand, pointed it at a middle-aged actress in her 30s outside and said, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. McClain."
Detective Allen raised his pistol and fired a shot at the ceiling. The other hostages were frightened and screamed.
"It turns out that the villain's kidnapper leader was played by Allen. You really wouldn't have guessed it if you didn't watch it." Ronald sighed.
The screen fast-forwarded for a long time, and it seemed that we were on the upper floor of a skyscraper. Alan Rickman was holding a gun in his hand, pointing it at the head of the actress just now, and talking to a person opposite.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The camera turned and the opposite person was actually Demi Moore’s boyfriend, Bruce Willis.
He was shirtless and covered in blood. His trousers were a little torn. He had no shoes on and his feet were bare.
"Hahaha..." Officer McClain, who was pretending to smile, stretched his hands behind his back.
The camera shows a pistol taped to his back.
"Holly! Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherfxcker"
Bruce Willis yelled something incomprehensible, then pulled out his pistol and shot Alan Rickman and his accomplice once each.
Huh? Ronald looked at Bruce Willis who shot the gangster barefoot, and remembered the beginning of the dream when he went to Cannes. Could it be that the plot of going barefoot to relieve the fatigue of the journey was the foreshadowing here?
Could it be that what I was dreaming about at that time was not some artistic film, but this action blockbuster?
So why did you commit suicide in the end?
Alan Rickman was not shot dead immediately. He dragged Holly, the wife of the protagonist McClain, to the edge of the building. He broke the glass and fell out. In the end, he grabbed the heroine Holly's wrist.
With a ferocious look on his face, he picked up the pistol in his hand and was about to shoot and drag Holly to death.
Bruce Willis rushed over and tried to untie Allen's hand but failed. At the critical moment, he had an idea and untied the watch from Holly's wrist.
"ah……"
Alan Rickman fell off the building together with his watch. In slow motion, he danced and fell from the top of the building.
"ah……"
Ronald woke up with a scream. It turned out that what he had dreamed about was not jumping off the building, but a reversal of the plot in which the gangster was finally killed.
No wonder I dreamed about this movie again today. The two protagonists are my acquaintances, and I have a new version of the script in hand.
This movie seems to be destined for me!
"Oops", Ronald then realized and rolled to the ground again.
"Damn it, I have to spend extra money today to buy a California King size bed (20% larger than the regular King size)."