Exploiting Hollywood 1980

"What's to drink?" Ronald, who had returned to the hotel, asked Demi Moore, who had come with him.

"Champagne is good. Congrats on winning the Ballon d'Or," Demi replied.

Ronald put the award certificate neatly on the table, then called the food delivery service, ordered a bottle of champagne and some strawberries, and two sandwiches.

He loosened his bow tie, took off his award-winning dress and hung it up, and put on a light jacket. Ronald asked Demi, "What happened? How come you don't have a place to live?"

After rejecting Timothy Hutton's party invitation, Demi Moore chose to leave with Ronald. This made Ronald very happy, and he maintained his image in front of his enemy Hutton, without losing his share.

But she didn't ask Demi to find another place to party later. She said she had an appointment at the time, which made Ronald feel that Demi seemed to be asking for herself. In addition, in the taxi, I asked Demi where she lived to take her back, and Demi said that she had no place to live...

"Freddy was unwilling to find a job for me in the film and television industry. If I didn't have the chance to appear in the film, there would be no agent willing to sign me, and without an agent, there would be no new job. In addition, he was unwilling to divorce his wife. I don't even have a surname. It's his, you bastard."

"I've been boarding with Natasha for a while, but she's going to join Coppola's crew the day after tomorrow, and Polanski will no longer pay her rent, so I don't have a place to live."

Demi likes this warm hotel room very much. She sits on the sofa and takes off her high heels to soothe her toes that are a bit uncomfortable from walking at night.

It seems to be an old problem. Ronald remembers that when Demi's boyfriend, rock singer Freddie Moore, was unwilling to pay for the audition, he didn't like Demi as an actor.

But without a job, there is no money, and Demi, who wants to live independently, can't even pay the rent.

Ronald didn't ask why Demi didn't go to her family. America's divorce rate was very high these days. Since she didn't go to her family, she must not have come from a warm family.

"You know, Demi. I live in New York now. My script was bought by Universal, but filming has not yet started. At this stage, I don't have the right to find you a job on the set..."

"Hey, do you think I'm here with you for a job?" Demi's face changed when she heard this, thinking that Ronald was shirking, so she put on her shoes and was so angry that she wanted to leave, "You're an asshole too. , Ronald. Knowing I..."

Ronald didn't expect Demi's reaction to be so big. It seems that she has received a lot of scorn recently, so he hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, "Please give me some confidence Demi. We are friends, right? I just want to help as a friend. you."

"Ding dong..." The waiter who happened to deliver the meal pushed the cart in and helped them open the champagne.

Taking out a note and sending the waiter, Ronald closed the door.

Demi took a glass of champagne and sipped it before leaving, "I remember you are a member of the director's union, why are you now a screenwriter? Can you find me a chance to be an actor?"

"Directors have very few jobs..." Ronald smiled. "A movie has dozens or hundreds of actors, but there is only one director. Now I can only direct some commercials and write the script for the movie."

"Advertising director, that's pretty good too. You got a Golden Globe. When's your script going to start?" Demi said.

"We're in talks with David Lynch now about directing.

Ronald replied, "Listen, Demi. David Lynch has other offers, I guess he wants to wait until the Oscars are up for sale at the end of March, I can get you a job as an extra, but you'll need income for the time being..."

A smile appeared on Demi's face, and her thin curved eyebrows made her face soft when she smiled, not as strong as usual.

"I have an agent in charge of my advertising business, and I can ask him to get you a few ad spots in Los Angeles, enough to rent a small motel until you find an opportunity."

"Not bad, better than actually going to Qui magazine to take adult photos."

"No, if you want to do it, you have to do it at a Playboy level, Demi." Ronald teased, "My agent Eddie has a business in this area, but to be honest, it's not a good shortcut to Hollywood. Go, like Stratten, who was killed by her husband."

"I know that I wouldn't consider this step if I wasn't desperate. It's a rare opportunity for me to appear in an advertisement."

Demi Moore is somewhat disappointed, after all Ronald is not a popular star like Timothy Hutton. The level of resources is not high, and it is impossible to promote Natasha Kinski as the heroine at one time like Polanski.

However, Ronald's resources can be given to her alone, while Hutton has to compete with many people, and maybe play some multiplayer games with him. Besides, he was already standing beside Ronald at the time, and Hutton just wanted to humiliate Ronald. Even if he defected on the spot, it might not give her any chance.

Demi took off her shoes and walked up to Ronald, looking up at Ronald's face. This looks is not a loss, much better than Freddie.

Ronald continued, "When the movie starts, I will find a way to solve the problem of your union qualification. Now the minimum wage for actors has increased. Based on the average shooting time of eight weeks, you can get it..."

Demi's meticulously groomed face is very beautiful. From this angle, it looks a bit like Vivien Leigh, the heroine of the classic movie Gone with the Wind.

Recalling what Miss New York Prosecutor had told him about the feelings of urban men and women, Ronald kissed it down, wrapping his hands around Demi's waist, looking for the position of the buttons.

"Let me do it myself, it's my most expensive dress." Demi slapped Ronald on the chest and smiled.

"boom!"

Meanwhile, Timothy Hutton smashes champagne glasses at the crazy party.

"Bichi, Natasha Kinsky, actually left on the pretext of joining Coppola's crew. Bich, seeing Coppola, couldn't walk anymore."

His agent reminded him, "Don't speak ill of Hollywood's first director here."

"Fuxck! And that Natalie Wood, saying I'm a boy. Do you think I'm a boy?" Hutton asked the beauties at the party.

"No, Tim, you are a man among men." Several of the remaining girls quickly complimented.

"That's it, I played a boy in 'Ordinary People', but all the people thought of me as a boy."

"But it's the first step in your acting career, Tim. You've got a Golden Globe, and if you can get nominated for an Oscar and get an award, you'll get a better script and a better role..."

"Well, what if? Didn't you guarantee that I would be nominated?" Timothy Hutton drank another glass of champagne, "I won't be playing the role of a high school student again, that grease sequel, you help me out He, I think the restart script 'Taps' sent a few days ago is good, military school students against real estate developers to rebuild."

"Soldier, I want to play a soldier, a manly soldier." Hutton became more and more excited, "Do you think I will play a soldier?"

"Oh, Timothy, you're going to offend Universal Pictures like this. They fired the original creative team so that you could star, and they were willing to hire the David Zucker brothers to direct."

"I don't care, I'm Best Supporting Actor at the Golden Globes! And Oscar, hahaha..."

"Have you heard? Timothy Hutton quit the Grease sequel and chose 20th Century Fox's military academy comedy 'Lights Out'. ."

A few days later, Ronald, who was back in New York, received a call from his agent, Richard, and learned the news.

"Yeah, things are unpredictable." Ronald also sighed, how Hutton's film selection was like a child's play.

"In addition, Spielberg sent a message through his assistant Catherine, saying that he personally thanked you for your revisions. Now he is busy with the post-editing of the new film and cannot thank him personally. I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate with you again in the future."

"Is he sincere? Do I have a chance to work with him?" Ronald was excited to hear Spielberg's message.

"Spielberg has always liked to help and support in the industry, but he has been very busy recently. This time, maybe your script revision opinion has satisfied him. At least you will receive other script evaluation requests from him."

"You know, Ronald. Voting for the Oscar nominations ends tomorrow. I hope you can get a nomination for Best Original Screenplay, which will add a lot of weight to your career."

"Really, when will the nominations be announced?" Ronald felt that good news kept coming.

"February 17th..."

"Ronnie, the replay is here."

Aunt Karen is calling. Today is a replay of the Golden Globe Awards ceremony, and Ronald and his family enjoy the heroic appearance of his award.

"The best original song was awarded to..."

Well, Ronald was a little embarrassed, Michael Gore took up most of the shots, and only a few seconds left of his own shots, but fortunately he didn't miss the part of thanking his family.

"It has to be cut within 2 hours, so a lot of the nominees don't have footage." Diane Lane, who understands the broadcast rules of the Golden Globes, explained to Aunt Karen.

"It's okay, I'll see Ronald on stage to accept the award. Did you record it for me?" Aunt Karen asked Donna.

"It's all recorded," Donna replied.

Thank you for being there when Irene Kara is there, the camera really gave the singer Irene in the audience a close-up of two seconds. The little girl's smiling face was finally displayed in front of the TV audience.

Even Demi Moore appeared, which was a pleasant surprise.

After returning to New York, Ronald asked Eddie to introduce some advertising opportunities to Demi. She was in good shape and shot a few print ads. After seeing her photo, a furniture manufacturer gave her a chance for a TV commercial. In addition to the cash she gave her, she could live on for a few months, and it was not a problem to overcome the initial difficult period of her acting career.

Now that there is a national TV appearance, there must be more advertising business.

"Ring, bell, bell..." The phone rang, and Diane Lane picked it up, "Hello..."

"Looking for you, Ronald." Diane passed the microphone.

"Hello, I'm Ronald."

"Ronald? I'm Zeffirelli, this time you must help me again..."

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