Exploiting Hollywood 1980

"Are there any elders in your family who have been fighter pilots?" the Blue Angels pilot asked Ronald in the back seat after he stopped the plane.

"Yeah, my grandfather drove a P-47. My great-grandfather used to fly a biplane fighter in World War I. How do you know?" Nader, feeling fine, took off his oxygen mask and replied.

"When most people fly a jet fighter for the first time, they will vomit. Didn't I give you a vomit bag? But you have a good sense of balance and never vomited once. This balance ability is often hereditary."

"So it is." Ronald happily gave the pilot a thumbs up, "I wonder if there is a civilian version of this plane? I really love the feeling of flying."

"You want to be a pilot? Welcome. But you have to start with a propeller trainer, then upgrade step by step, then you can fly a jet advanced trainer, and finally you can fly a jet fighter.

However, there are not many civilians now, and only a few retired aircraft flow into the civilian market. The American Navy and Air Force generally do not sell retired aircraft. If you need it, you need to buy them from foreign users and then legally import them into the country. "

"I just ask, I can't afford it either." Ronald touched the surroundings of the cabin enviously and got off the plane.

"I feel very good, the sight on the jet fighter is very strange. I bet most people will like it, our movie, we must add some fighter perspective shots. It is rare for the Navy this time. Let go, and we might create some classic shots."

After Ronald got off the plane, he called Don Simpson and Bruckheimer. The two of them have not yet experienced the feeling of flying in the A-4 of the Blue Angels.

"Is it really as good as you said? Then I have to fly again." Don Simpson listened to Ronald's words so wonderfully. He already liked to pursue excitement, and he immediately said he wanted to come and experience it.

Soon, Simpson got on the fighter and went to the sky for a circle.

"Why, don't you try?" Ronald looked at Jerry Bruckheimer next to him.

"I think it's enough to have two dreamers among the three of us, and one has to stay grounded."

"Hahaha, God's experience is difficult, I think you might as well take the opportunity..."

"Vag... vomit..."

Don Simpson came down from the Blue Angels cabin, carrying a large paper bag, holding on to the landing gear and still vomiting.

"Who on earth said flying jet fighters was fun?" Bruckheimer smiled.

"Are you feeling better?" The pilot patted Simpson's back kindly, "you'll get used to it after a few more visits, and your friend will get used to it very well. This sense of speed cannot be achieved by any other artificial device. ."

"I'd better use my Porsche to feel the speed..." Don Simpson vomited pale, and quickly found a chair to sit down to rest.

"We need to hurry up the writing of the script. Next, I will mainly study the techniques and methods of shooting aerial combat. If possible, find a better screenwriter to write the main story line."

Ronald saw Don Simpson better and told him his thoughts.

"very good,

Let's see how realistic your aerial footage really is. I was walking around the top just now, and people were dumbfounded. They couldn't tell the difference between the sea and the blue sky. Who am I and where am I? "

Bruckheimer said he knew, and he would find the right screenwriter.

"The script still needs to be reviewed by the Navy. Although we have the commitment of Mr. Minister, I estimate that there will be a lot of bureaucratic procedures waiting for us."

"That can't be helped. The red belt is inevitable. We have the minister's approval, which has opened a big hole."

"Tom Cruise's participation also requires the approval of the Navy. You should speak to his agent, and we should confirm it as soon as possible." Bruckheimer reminded Ronald that the most important actor has not yet been Sure.

"Okay, I'll call her."

"Tom, when are you coming back, I'm still waiting for you to join the crew." Ronald made a transoceanic call to Cruise.

"I have two days left to wrap up the reshoots. Director Ridley Scott is really strict. I'll meet you when I get to Los Angeles, and we'll have a good chat about your new film."

"Well, okay, I'll pick you up when the time comes," Ronald hung up the phone.

"Huh?" Ronald recalled again, what does Cruise mean by this? Have a good chat? Didn't he say he had to work with him, and he was on the list of directors he had to work with?

"Does he have new ideas?"

Ronald suddenly became anxious, and the handsome boy starred in his dream. If it is replaced, I am not sure. This is not only because the original version of the dream is him, but also because Cruise is especially suitable for this role.

Tom Cruise is a dream in the hearts of thousands of women. In the past two years, the baby fat left over from puberty has receded, and he is more handsome and full of masculinity. But his hormones didn't swell enough to affect his handsomeness.

It can be said that the two qualities of handsomeness and bravery in men are very harmonious in Cruise. With more hormones, the chin will appear too large, and the whole face will appear rough. If you are more handsome, you will appear feminine, and the predatory instinct of male creatures is not enough to cause the female animal instinct of this era to fall in love with him.

"Nisita, what's the matter with Tom, what new opportunity did Paula give him?"

"Hey, hey, don't do this, Ronald. I don't know what Paula's doing, and if you want Cruise to star in your new film, we can discuss it together."

"Shit..." Ronald rarely swears at his agent, "Don't think I don't know you and Paula share a bed, tell me, what new movie does he want to take? Is it the Scorsese one? I can ask myself."

"How come things about me and Paula are spreading everywhere, Anyway, we will get married before the end of the year, and then we can get along with each other in an open and honest way."

"Aren't you afraid of office terms?" Ronald didn't expect him to admit his relationship with Paula. In general, American companies, especially brokerage companies, are resources and money companies. Working in one office is taboo.

"It might be a bit of an impact, but I don't care. We've reached the age where we know what we want, and I'm willing to give up something for Paula. Because she's the most important person to me."

"Okay, I'll give a gift, and I'll be there to congratulate the wedding." Ronald was still very happy that the two agents could tie the knot.

"I will, your presence is the best gift." Nisita laughed. "Seriously, Ronald. Are you too sure? Tom Cruise is a rising star. Are you sure he'll be in your movie just because you met him at Wei Mo? America is a free and competitive society, and everyone has to give something for what they get."

"Well, I see, thanks for the reminder."

Ronald hung up the phone and thought for a while.

Nisita obviously hopes that Tom Cruise can participate in his own "Top Gun". He launched this kind of package project for the first time, and there is no reason to watch his most popular young student miss the most popular director's masterpiece.

But he prefers to see a million-dollar salary that drives a general increase in the salaries of the actor clients he signs.

Paula Wagner is more precious to Cruise. If there is a project that can improve Cruise's acting skills, such as the film by teacher Scorsese, she may want to persuade Tom to give up short-term interests and pursue higher long-term income .

This multi-broker system of CAA can also play the trick of lowering prices and raising prices internally at any time.

But all things, the final decision or Tom Cruise himself.

Ronald called Don Simpson and Bruckheimer to prepare a million-dollar bid. The two of them also wanted to decide on the male lead earlier, so they agreed to the price and began to contact Matthew, the naval liaison officer, to prepare Ronald's plan.

On the day Tom Cruise returned to Los Angeles from London, Ronald picked him up at the airport in a Ferrari GTO.

"Oh, your car is very unusual." Cruise has also wanted to buy a sports car since he became famous for "Good Boys Are Crazy". However, most of the remuneration for his first few movies came to pay tuition fees for his sisters at home, or buy an SUV for business outside.

"Try it?" Ronald pulled the car to the side of the road and let Cruise start.

Cruise, who sat in the driver's seat, smiled happily. His shifting movements were neat and tidy, as if he had practiced many times.

With a kick of the gas, the more horsepower, but five hundred pounds lighter than the 308, responded immediately.

"Ugh..." Tom Cruise hurried happily for a while, "Thank you, brother. I'll be able to afford a sports car of this level with another movie."

"How do you like it?"

"I like the feeling of speeding." Cruise smiled happily.

"That's good, I'll take you to try it out for a more dashing feeling."

"Hey?"

Ronald sat back in the driver's seat and stepped on the accelerator to take Cruise to the naval base where the Blue Angels stunt team is located.

A blue-painted A-4 was quietly waiting for them on the tarmac.

Next to Don Simpson, and Bruckheimer.

"Is this a prepared show?" Cruise saw that the two producers were there, and immediately understood that Ronald brought him here on purpose.

"Try it," Ronald pointed to the cockpit.

"Can I?" Cruise was full of surprises, there was no boy who didn't like fighters. Although he was already inclined to shoot Ronald's movie first, he didn't expect to have the chance to get on a fighter jet.

"Let's do something?" Tom Cruise was already excited in the back seat and began to simulate the pilot's lever action, and there was a sound of the engine in his mouth.

"From A to Z, show him the value of every penny we pay you," Don Simpson said to the aerobatic pilot in the front seat.

The plane flew into the sky, rolled one by one, and then pulled up abruptly... After dazzling stunts, the plane stopped in front of Ronald and the others.

"Ouch..." Tom Cruise vomited wildly while holding the vomit bag.

The pilot in the front seat was afraid that his performance would be too hard and the star would suffer, and quickly helped Tom Cruise down the ladder.

"Ugh..." Cruise was still vomiting, trying to keep his balance. "Ugh...I said, Ronald. I have to make this movie. Ugh...it's so exciting..."

"Hurry up and get in touch with my agent Paula... ugh... I have to make this movie. Ugh... just say I agreed..."

Tom Cruise took a sip of the mineral water that Ronald handed over, trying to stay calm.

"But I have a request. I want to sit in the cockpit of the fighter jet and shoot, and you must cut the footage of me driving the plane into the final film."

"Vag... vomit..."

Ronald had to continue to pat Cruise on the back, "Let's see what we can do."

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