Exploiting Hollywood 1980

"Garbage, it's all garbage."

Don Simpson threw the scripts in the Paramount script circulation warehouse and said, "Are these people still alive twenty years ago? Who wants to watch this kind of movie now?"

Jerry Bruckheimer put away his littered scripts and threw them into the cardboard box. "Not many people understand the secrets of high-concept movies. If they all understand, we won't be able to share this vision alone." It’s valuable.”

"I heard that Eisner and Katzenberg are very cautious. They try their best to hide any scripts that have great sales potential to prevent them from flowing into Paramount's circulation library." Don Simpson changed from a furious state, Return to normal.

"We want to find a script that gives the audience a punch. No explanation is needed. They can get excited just by looking at the title. They can climax just by looking at the trailer. It must be a movie that invites friends and goes to the cinema to have fun."

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"Can you get excited just by looking at the title? Here is an unfinished script synopsis, which seems to meet your requirements." When Bruckheimer was sorting out the script, he found a piece of paper sandwiched between the scripts, with only a few lines on it. Plot summary.

"Tell me about it?" Simpson also became interested.

"Fighter pilots, Navy jets, aircraft carriers, sexy female officers, hot summers, sweat-soaked love."

"Oh, shxt!" Don Simpson was excited. He ran over and grabbed the synopsis, and cursed repeatedly as he read it, "What the hell is this movie called? Where's the fucking script? Where's the script?" He was anxious. He started banging on the cardboard box that contained the remaining script.

"Here", Bruckheimer held up a piece of paper that seemed to be the cover of a script, "top gun!"

…

"We want Tom Cruise to star in this movie!" Don Simpson said to CAA's famous agent Rick Niceta.

Two producers found Niceta and wanted to talk to Paula Wagner about Cruise's film appointment. However, Paula was accompanying Cruise in London to reshoot the movie "Legend", so they came to Paula's boyfriend to talk.

"I'll call her." Niceta knew that the two producers had recently been given higher authority by the new president of Paramount. She didn't dare to neglect and dialed Paula's number.

"Paula,

Here's Don Simpson, and Jerry Bruckheimer, and they want to make a high-concept movie with Tom Cruise. "

"What movie?" Paula's voice came through the speaker.

"Top Gun", tentatively titled, is a movie about a Navy jet pilot. The script is still being developed and we are very optimistic about this concept.

"Tom's recent thoughts are on the one directed by Scorsese and the sequel to Paul Newman's 'Hustlers'. I don't think he is necessarily interested in participating in a purely commercial film, let alone a fighter jet. You all know Hollywood One of the taboos is that no one watches the planes fight."

"That's the past tense. Today's fighter jets are all jet-powered. Think about it, it's so hot in the summer that beads of sweat drip down your neck. The steam catapults on the aircraft carrier distort the air on the ground.

Bam, a pilot kisses his officer girlfriend and then goes out to fight the MiGs of the Soviet Union. What a stylish scene. Tom will become a superstar. "Don Simpson was so good at depicting the scene that it made even Paula Wagner pause for a moment, thinking it sounded good.

"I will talk to Tom, don't worry. But it's up to Tom to decide whether to take the job or not. His current idea is to cooperate with a big director like Scorsese, hone his acting skills, and then turn into acting and A star with appeal at the box office.

In addition, your script must be written before you come back. Tom has very high requirements for the script now. He wants us to read it through for him before he makes a decision. "

"There's no problem, we're looking for someone to improve it." Bruckheimer remembered that the two of them had been searching for a long time last night before they found a 30-40 page script synopsis in the office of the original president of Paramount. Many specific scenes were mentioned in one stroke, and Someone needs to be found to rewrite it.

"By the way, which director are you going to find? Tom has requirements for directors." Paula continued to talk about the conditions for cooperation with the popular young actor Tom Cruise.

"We haven't decided yet, but it will definitely be a good match for Tom."

"Okay, I'll hang up. If Tom replies, I'll tell Rick."

Paula hung up the phone, "If they can find someone on the list of directors that Tom is willing to work with, it's not impossible to cooperate."

"By the way, who are you going to find to direct?" Niceta hung up the phone and asked the two producers the same question.

"What, do you want to recommend Ronald?" Bruckheimer asked with a smile. Thanks to Ronald as a client, Niceta signed contracts with many actors and received a lot of commissions. Other agents in the industry laughed at Niceta for picking up a treasure, but privately they were envious of his luck. .

"Of course, he is the most suitable. Haven't you noticed that what he is best at is enhancing the atmosphere and shooting such high-concept movies, and then the details have the delicate temperament of a feature film?"

"Yeah, I know. I knew he was a future star since he came to the set of 'Flashdance.'" Don Simpson nodded, "But this movie is not suitable for him."

"Why?" Niceta asked strangely.

"Hollywood has not made aerial combat films worth mentioning since the early 1960s. However, European directors have made 'Eagle Over London' and 'Battle of Britain'. To make airplanes look beautiful, you need to be very good at it. Skills and experience, we estimate we need to find an old guy this time to control the situation."

"But now we have jet fighters. Those old movies you are talking about were shot in the propeller period, right? The old guys may not know how to shoot jets anymore." Niceta raised an objection.

"Who says it's not? We are worried about this. Maybe no one in Hollywood has shot aerial combat films for a long time because of technical difficulties. We are asking people to find all movies related to aerial combat, and even commercials and music videos with aircraft scenes. Let’s see if we can find talent.”

Bruckheimer agrees.

"Hehehe, then go find it," Niceta smiled happily, "You will come back."

One of the two producers, Niceta, said that they were going to come back to find Tom Cruise, so they left.

…

The two producers were at Don Simpson's house again, holding a pile of video tapes and browsing them one by one. This was a Hollywood and TV commercial that the secretaries had painstakingly collected, including one with a shot of a fighter jet. The two of them were holding a TV separately and watching the video tape.

"Take a look at this commercial." Bruckheimer excitedly took a videotape and replaced the one on Simpson's side. "It's so damn exciting. I don't know who directed it."

An advertisement for Saab cars appeared on the TV. The pitot tube of the Saab Lightning fighter jet pierced the door of the hangar like a needle and came out.

The air on the airport runway was heated by the engine's rear nozzle and distorted like a mirage. Finally, the plane rose from the ground, flew over the head of the Saab car, and plunged into the blue sky.

"Who the hell took this photo? No one on earth can take such beautiful photos of jet fighters like him. No one can come close to his level!"

Don Simpson leapt to his feet and paraphrased the slogan "Nothing else on earth can come close."

"I'll look for it." Bruckheimer picked up the form compiled by his secretary and found a line corresponding to the Saab advertisement. The name of an acquaintance was clearly written on it.

"Director: Ronald V. Lee."

"Fuck, this was taken by fucking Ronald. This Saab ad was taken by fucking Ronald. Niceta is a liar, scoundrel, and thief. He deliberately wanted to see us make a fool of ourselves."

Don Simpson jumps to his feet and scolds the unscrupulous agent Niceta.

…

"Mr. Niceta, I'm sorry for what I said yesterday.

You should have told us earlier. I am embarrassed by what I said yesterday. We are also friends with Ronald. If we had seen the jet fighter he shot earlier, it was full of agility and power. The director of this movie must be him. ah. "

Don Simpson came to CAA again. This time he did not dare to speak rudely, but carefully said good things, hoping that Niceta would not interfere with it and pass on what he said about Ronald not being able to shoot fighter jets.

"Don't worry, I haven't had time to tell Ronald about your project. I knew you would come back." Niceta happily lit up a cigar and blew out a puff of smoke in triumph.

Then he picked up the phone and triumphantly dialed Ronald's home number.

"Ronald, Mr. Don Simpson is here with me and his partner Jerry Bruckheimer. They have a script and they must ask you to be the director."

"Don, Jerry," Ronald rushed to the CAA office and hugged the two producers.

"What project?" From Niceta's tone, he seemed to think it was a big investment suitable for him.

"top gun, tells the story of a Navy fighter pilot."

"Here's the script. You can read it first and then we'll discuss it."

Ronald took the script and weighed it, "Why is it so small?"

The script is less than forty pages, and it is full of descriptions of scenes. Even the dialogue and aerial combat plot are only briefly touched upon.

"This is a high-concept movie. After we find a suitable director, we will discuss with him how to fill in the content." Don Simpson flattered Ronald.

"Okay, let me go back and see first. Are you still filming for Paramount?" Ronald mentioned the past.

"Yes, Paramount has given us great permission. As long as you agree, Paramount can invest $15 million in this movie."

"And Tom Cruise," Niceta added next to him. It was obviously suitable for him to star in this movie.

"Did Tom agree?" Ronald asked.

"No, he said he wanted to see who the director is. It just so happens that he really wants to make a movie with you, so it shouldn't be a problem."

Ronald returned home with a third of the script (outline) and began to read it carefully.

An hour later, Ronald yawned.

Jodie Foster was still not interested in Konchalovsky and returned to Yale disappointed. Ronald just dropped her off at the airport this morning. A little tired, his eyelids began to feel heavy, so he simply took a shower and went to bed.

"Dang...dang...dang", accompanied by the rhythmic bells that sounded like coming from a distant church, against the dim background, the nose of a jet appeared on the screen.

The staff nearby looked like black silhouettes walking on the deck of the aircraft carrier under the weak light reflected through the sky before the sun had risen.

Waves of white water vapor rose from the aircraft carrier's catapult, and Ronald actually saw a holy meaning.

The nose of a very beautiful jet plane enters from the left side of the screen. The morning sun begins to slowly climb over the sea, and the first morning light appears on the nose of the plane.

The jet engine's throttle valve gradually opened up, and the sound gradually became louder. This mechanical monster seemed to wake up the sun all at once.

The staff's helmets began to shine with golden light.

The aircraft slowly slid into the ejection position, the folding landing gear was opened, and the hydraulic mechanism popped open with a bang. The sound of the engine became louder and louder, and a baffle was raised on the deck behind the engine to prevent the deck from being ablated by the flames ejected from the afterburner engine during takeoff.

A staff member squatted down on one leg, put one hand forward, and made a flying gesture.

The sun suddenly jumped out of the sea, and its golden light illuminated the entire deck of the aircraft carrier.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise.

The obstacle holding the front wheel tightly was released, the landing gear of the plane shook violently several times, and two orange-red flames were sprayed out from the rear of the jet engine.

The tempo of the music suddenly accelerated, and the plane crossed the screen from left to right, then raised its head violently and flew into the sky.

"This looks like an advertisement I shot." Ronald liked this kind of scene arrangement very much in his dream. The atmosphere was warm, the movements were simple, and in conjunction with the rhythm of the soundtrack, the protagonist became a fighter on this aircraft carrier.

It seemed like it had been played hazily for a long time, and Ronald couldn't quite remember the middle of the plot. The scene suddenly turned to an airport runway.

On the screen, an officer was giving a lecture, and in the background was an aircraft of the same model that was on the aircraft carrier just now.

The audience below are all dressed as pilots, and in the middle of the picture is Tom Cruise wearing a flight suit, looking cool.

"As expected, Tom still plays the role. He is really suitable for this kind of movie." Ronald felt funny, a little childish and a little nervous, but Cruise, who is extremely handsome, is really comfortable playing this kind of pilot role.

"Your lecturer's name is Charlie. She is a doctor and an expert in aerodynamics..." The officer introduced the lecturer who then went on to introduce the situation.

The camera pans to the rear of the students.

A pair of beautiful legs walks in from behind the camera.

An A-line hip-hugging skirt, slightly narrowed at the knees, modifies the beauty's waist and hips very well. The skirt restricted the space for movement, so she could only walk forward in small steps, but such small steps were very charming.

The camera moved downwards and followed the pace of the beauty. The stockings under her skirt are of a retro style. There is a black silk thread in the middle of the back of the calf, extending from the heel upwards and disappearing into the skirt, making people think about it.

The swaying gait made Ronald feel hot in his lower body, "I couldn't have taken this, right? Everyone in Hollywood knows that I'm good at shooting beautiful women's legs."

The camera continued to fast forward, and Ronald did not see the front of the actress, which was a pity.

The scene came to an outdoor beach volleyball court again.

Tom Cruise is shirtless and playing beach volleyball with his opponent.

Under the sun, with his body shining, Cruise wore aviator sunglasses and scored with a smash.

"Oh, if a girl sees this, she will go crazy."

Ronald was about to continue reading to see if there were any aerial combat scenes, so that he could learn from the director's scheduling skills in his previous life.

"Ring ring ring ring..." A phone ringing woke Ronald up.

"Damn it, don't you know I dreamed about the critical moment?" Ronald cursed, stretched out his hand from the quilt, and took off the receiver, "Who is it? It's...four o'clock in the morning." He looked at the electronic watch. Ronald cursed.

It was Niceta who called, "It's me, Ronald, I'm sorry to wake you. White House Chief of Staff James Baker called. First Lady Nancy has something to summon you."

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