Exploiting Hollywood 1980

"You two?" Matt Dillon, like everyone else, saw the whole process of the exchange of eyes between the two.

"Yes."

Ronald's mind turned rapidly, denying that the two had a "history" of unknown content, which was obviously unwise, and would cause others to explore more gossip. He didn't want to leave a scene of jealousy at Jane Fonda's house.

Besides, he had no relationship with Meg Tilly, the China Doll, so it wouldn't be wrong to have trouble. Now he even regrets coming to this party. It is the top priority to finalize the script contract with one of the eight major studios one day earlier.

What if you were being introduced to party guests now as the writer of Jane Fonda's next movie? The level of popularity that they can receive is different.

But before signing the contract, anything can happen. Ovitz also specifically instructed not to tell anyone what Jane Fonda had promised to star in, and he would then take himself to various studios to discuss film projects.

"Well, that's it." Ronald quickly found the focus of the story he should be talking about, and said to Dillon: "I was helping the casting of the famous cast, and in the end one of the heroines chose another girl, she Lost."

"Oh, that's not good. She is now Kinneyman's real girlfriend. If she wants to target you, you will be miserable. Kinneyman has a wide range of contacts in the industry and has a good relationship with the Disney boss."

Ronald didn't expect to meet Meg Tilly here, and she seemed to be doing far better than New York, and was able to get in and out of Jane Fonda's parties. Her new boyfriend, Tim Kinniman, looks much older than her. Maybe Meg, who has no father since she was a child, feels safe when she meets this kind of man?

Of course, Kinneyman's resources are indeed much more than his own, the son of the big director, and the close friend of Disney's son-in-law. Ronald is a bit of a taster, and some people are born with a much higher starting point than they are.

Hollywood is Vanity Fair.

Ronald has often heard people say this before, but they are not as profound as they are today. Ronald felt a little lost. It had nothing to do with love, but because he didn't like losing in competition.

Primate male creatures always compete when they get together, and according to the results of the competition, they are ranked in the ladder of power. Careers, money, love, the opposite sex, in some senseless scientific analysis, are the spoils of this competition.

Ronald didn't like to fail in what he was good at.

drink the cocktail in one gulp,

To Dillon, he replied, "You may have misunderstood. That play had four males, four females and eight protagonists, and that character was only a quarter of the female lead. And he hasn't blocked my energy in Hollywood."

"Group portraits, huh?" Dillon was actually a big boy under the age of 18. Hearing the last sentence of his passionate declaration, he inexplicably wanted to show his status in front of this Jane Fonda "screenwriter". Don't tell anyone your secret."

"Your secret is safe with me."

"Kinneman is seeking the rights to a best-selling novel, and he'll make me the hero and Meg the heroine."

Ronald looked back at Dillon. Someone made a movie for him at such a young age? Thinking that the studio is Disney, "Is it a youth novel? Which one is it?"

"I can't say that yet, but I can give you a hint," Dillon said. "We read his novels when we were kids." He made a gesture of brushing his hair back.

"When I was a kid? I don't remember." Ronald and Amelica, teenage children, have no common memory. So according to the action of combing hair, I randomly guessed one, "Grease? (Grease)"

"Yeah, yes, it's a new book by the authors who wrote the 'Greaser' group."

Dillon seemed to have misheard Ronald's name, but whatever, he'd be out of luck.

"Well, I'll go to the bookstore to find it myself."

The party is getting better. Meg Tilly is holding Kinneyman's arm and talking to the two best actors. This place has undoubtedly become a focal point of the party. All the guests wanted to be as close as possible to this focal point, except Ronald.

And Matt Dillon. He seemed to naturally like being the center of the crowd, and if there was another focus, Dillon would either join in to grab the spotlight, or not.

Warren Beatty, with Jack Nicholson, was the centerpiece of any Hollywood party, and Dillon was casually chatting with Ronald.

"So what are you doing now? Jane's new film?"

"The script has been completed. If it wasn't for the strike, I should have gone to the 'Endless Love' crew and became the first assistant director."

"Who will play Jade? You must tell me."

Well, this young star actor is also a reader of the novel "Endless Love".

"I don't know, the producers are still negotiating, it may be Brooke Xiaosi, or it may be an unknown new actor."

"Oh, Brooke is really suitable." Dillon stopped talking. After a while, he asked, "Is this movie shot in New York? After I get back, I can go to the scout class."

"I won't be involved. The director hired his old partner to be the first assistant director." Ronald replied, "Why, are you also a New Yorker?"

"Of course, why, can't you hear my accent? It seems that my line training has been very fruitful recently."

The two were chatting one after another, and a girl suddenly made a loud noise outside the crowd at Meg Tilly.

"Chris! What about what you promised me?" The girl waved her hand and brought the two wine glasses on the table next to them, which shattered with a clatter.

This time, the focus of the audience was on her, and even the two best actors stopped communicating with Meg.

Blonde Christopher Atkins, famous for "Blue Reef", pulled the girl out of the crowd, turned around and smiled at everyone, "Sorry for a small misunderstanding."

The girl is still struggling, "Hey, you said you could take me to Hollywood to find a chance, and I just flew to Los Angeles with you."

Hollywood is a vanity fair, competition is everywhere, and sometimes you can't avoid it if you want to.

Ronald stepped forward and grabbed Atkins' hand, breaking it from the girl's arm. Homeopathy stood between the girl and Christopher Atkins. This blond curly-haired actor was slightly shorter than himself, and he drank a lot. If there was a real conflict, he could subdue him.

"Don't drink too much, Chris, there's some broken glass here, wait for the waiter to clear it up."

Atkins, who is now popular, got rid of the girl's entanglement and raised his hands to show his innocence, "I don't know much about her, she must ask me to introduce the producer to her." Turn to chat with other beauties.

"Hello, Miss Lane. I'm the producer," Tim Kinneman identified the girl as Diane Lane, known as the new Grace Kelly. He came forward and handed him his business card.

"Sorry, Diane is still a minor, you can contact his father." Ronald avoided Kinnerman.

"No, I have already announced in the newspapers that I am independent from my father's guardianship, and I can find an agent to sign on my own."

Ronald turned to look at Diane Lane, who was stomping his eyes. "Why are you in Los Angeles? Does Bert know?"

"I want you to care?" Diane whispered a little.

"Yeah, who are you? Can you represent Miss Lane's wishes?" Kinneyman smiled. If he could coax Diane Lane and sign a few movie contracts cheaply, it would be a big deal. Cheap. After all, this girl has been on the cover of Time magazine and has some box office appeal.

"I'm a friend of his father Burt, a screenwriter. If you want to sign Diane, why don't we give Burt a call together," Ronald replied.

"Writer, hahaha." Kinneman laughed.

"There's a joke in Hollywood that there's an actress who is so stupid that she slept with the screenwriter."

The crowd burst into laughter. Most of the people who come to the party are stars, actors, agents, and pretty girls who are brought in by them for opportunities. Everyone knows the meaning behind the joke.

To enter the entertainment industry, the shortest shortcut is to sleep with a few powerful people and be arranged in the crew to play the small role of a vase. On the ladder of power, there are directors, producers, and male lead actors, but there is no screenwriter.

Ronald's heart was burning with anger. In order to take advantage of this ignorant girl like Diane, this Kinneyman made fun of himself. The purpose is nothing more than to stir up Diane Lane's rebellious psychology. As long as he can get Diane out of Ronald's influence, he has a chance to slowly persuade her.

"No, Ronald isn't just a screenwriter, he's a director," Diane Lane said.

Everyone looked at him and didn't believe that Ronald could be a director at such a young age. He had never heard of any powerful person whose son was named Ronald, and had thought about being a director.

"It's the advertising director." Diane added.

Everyone burst into laughter again, in Hollywood, advertising directors are really not enough to watch.

At this time, the hostess and the hostess who heard the laughter came over, and Jane Fonda saw Ronald standing in the middle of the circle, opposing Ginneman, and a girl behind, thinking that the two had a conflict.

He hurriedly walked to the middle, "Ronald, this is Mr. Tim Kinneman. He is a very famous producer in Hollywood and the son of the respected director Fred."

"Tim, this is Ronald, a potential screenwriter."

"There's a lot of potential, so there's still a lot of room for improvement?" Kinneyman stabbed and walked away with his glass in his arms and Meg Tilly. With Jane Fonda here, it's unlikely that he coaxed Diane Lane to sign a film contract.

Ronald let out a breath, put down his guarded palm, and said to Jane Fonda, "Jane, I'm sorry for breaking a few glasses, this is Diane Lynn, known as the new generation of Grace Kelly. Well. This one doesn't need my introduction."

"Ms. Jane Fonda." Diane was very happy to meet the hostess and stepped forward to hug Jane Fonda and say hello.

"Jane, can we borrow your phone? I have a long-distance call to New York." Ronald looked at the excited look on Diane's face, and after thinking about it, he asked the hostess to borrow the phone to call Bert, poor brain The door may not yet know where the daughter has gone.