Hollywood Director 1992

Aooo!

“I'm going to fly!”

The Pacific Coast Highway was bathed in bright sunshine. The azure sky blended seamlessly with the ocean below the road. Towering palm trees stood like soldiers with exploding hairstyles, silently lining both sides of the highway.

A red convertible sped southwards against the sea breeze. Chris Bauer, in the passenger seat, suddenly stood up, waving his fists and shouting loudly.

“Shut up! This is a highway; it's dangerous to stand. Sit down now,” Daniel DeVito yelled from the driver's seat.

“Haha, Daniel, you know what? I'm so excited right now, extremely excited! What I've always wanted to do is sit in a sports car, speed down a California highway, look at the ocean, look at the blue sky, and watch the tall buildings rushing past. This feeling is so cool!”

Chris Bauer flexed his arm muscles and roared hysterically.

“Stop talking nonsense and sit down. Fasten your seatbelt.”

“Alright, alright. The only thing different from what I imagined is that the person next to me should be one or two hot girls in hot pants, not a greasy old man like you.”

Chris Bauer glanced at Daniel DeVito, who was wearing a casual suit, had a large head, a receding hairline, and wore black-rimmed glasses.

“Hmph!”

Daniel DeVito frowned and said nothing.

“Daniel, we're out here on vacation. Why are you always frowning? Smile a little; don't ruin the vacation atmosphere.”

“Shut up! We're not here for a vacation; we're here to shoot a movie.”

“Link said we could treat this filming as a vacation.”

“What Link says isn't necessarily right. Chris, you should know what this movie means to Link.”

“How would I know? My muscles are so developed; you can tell at a glance that I'm not very smart. Can you please not speak in riddles when you talk to me?”

Chris Bauer squeezed his biceps.

Daniel DeVito shook his head. “It means whether Link can gain a foothold in Hollywood. He's a genius director now, and many film companies and media outlets are paying attention to him.

If this movie succeeds, Link will also succeed in establishing himself in Hollywood. If it fails, he will be ridiculed by everyone and lose the halo of 'genius director,' turning from a genius director into an ordinary director.

Also, if Link's movie fails, the company might go bankrupt, and you'll lose your job too.”

“Ssss~, is it that serious? What should we do, Daniel? You're an old producer; is there any way to prevent this movie from failing?”

“There's no way. Link is too stubborn and doesn't listen to other people's advice at all. So, I hope you can persuade Link more when you have time, to focus on the movie and not on other things.”

“Other things? What are you referring to?”

“What do you think?”

Daniel DeVito adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and looked at the silver Cadillac DeVille in front, where Link and Monica Bellucci were sitting.

When he initially heard that Link planned to use $20,000 for his second movie, he felt it was unreliable. Later, when he saw that there were only two main actors in the script, a man and a woman, and most of the scenes were in bed.

When he saw the female lead Monica Bellucci, he instantly had a guess that maybe the film crew was fake, the filming was fake, and picking up girls was the real deal.

Link deliberately concocted this script to win the opportunity to get intimate with Monica Bellucci in order to pick her up.

If the guess is true, this trip to San Diego will be a waste. If it's a misunderstanding, this movie doesn't seem to have a high chance of success.

He's not only worried about Link's new movie but also worried about his personal future.

Ding-ling-ling!

The phone in the car rang.

“Link, what's the matter?”

Chris Bauer answered the phone first and asked.

“There's a car following us, a black Chevrolet SUV. It's been following us from Los Angeles to here. It's probably the paparazzi.”

“There is one. Do you want us to get out and stop it?”

Chris Bauer looked back. On the empty highway, there was a black Chevrolet about three hundred meters away. Through the windshield, he could vaguely see two men in the front row, one of whom was holding binoculars.

“No need. Daniel, after we get to Del Mar, we'll split up and try to shake them off.”

“I heard you!”

After the phone hung up, the Cadillac in front started to accelerate. Daniel DeVito slowed down instead, driving slowly forward.

The black Chevrolet behind also suddenly accelerated, catching up with the Cadillac in front.

Daniel DeVito looked at the situation behind. Seeing that no car was following, he drove into the city of Del Mar ahead, circled around, and accelerated towards San Diego.

San Diego County is the southernmost city in California, about 200 kilometers from Los Angeles and five kilometers from the US-Mexico border.

The reason for choosing to film here is that the house designs here are more in line with the settings in the script. Another reason is to stay away from Hollywood, so as not to be harassed by the paparazzi, and to be able to film movies quietly here.

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, when the southern California sun was blazing, Daniel DeVito drove the car, bringing the drowsy Chris Bauer to the Mission Valley residential area on the east side of San Diego State Historic Park.

San Diego is the second-largest city in California and the eighth-largest city in the United States. Large communication or biopharmaceutical groups such as Qualcomm, Pfizer, Novartis, and Amgen have established headquarters or branches here.

The development of communication technology and biopharmaceutical technology has also made this place home to many wealthy people, and Mission Valley is one of the wealthy areas.

Daniel parked the car in front of Villa N23 in the villa area. This is a villa he had arranged for someone to rent in advance.

It covers an area of about 2200 square meters, with a lawn in front and a garden in the back. The villa has four bedrooms, a large terrace, a basketball court, a swimming pool, etc. The environment is good.

“Daniel, this place is good; it suits my needs very well, but there are some details in the room that need to be improved. This is a sketch; please find someone to redesign it.”

As soon as the car stopped, Link walked out of the villa, holding a few drawings in his hand with modification instructions on them.

“Okay, I'll find someone to modify it right away.”

Daniel took the sketches, got back into the car, and left.

“Link, what do I need to do?”

Chris Bauer asked, yawning.

“First, help me put the recording equipment and lighting equipment in suitable positions. The sofa in the living room also needs to be moved a bit, and there need to be three mechanisms set up in the bedroom. We'll talk about the rest when we're filming.”

“No problem. I'm not good at anything else, but I'm best at physical labor.”

Chris Bauer flexed his arm muscles, waddled like a duck, and carried the box on the ground, huffing and puffing, into the villa.

“Link, look, how do I look in this outfit?”

Monica Bellucci came out of the bedroom, changed into a white artistic T-shirt, blue jeans on the lower body, and brown sneakers on her feet. Her dark brown hair had been cut a little, and it was scattered down to her shoulders.

This was Link's request. The female lead is a twenty-four or five-year-old female college student, and she must have the taste of a female college student. Her dress and dress should also be like young people.

“Not bad. But if you want to play this role well, you have to truly put yourself into this identity and act more innocent and lively, especially when you're with the male lead. Be more casual, it will make the relationship between the lovers seem closer. This close relationship is interspersed in the bizarre events, on the one hand, it can control the rhythm, make the plot have both tension and relaxation, and on the other hand, it can also form a contrast and enhance the horror effect.”

“I understand. I only graduated from college five years ago; it's easy to play a college student.”

Monica Bellucci took his arm, tilted her head, leaned on his shoulder, and hummed a song softly in her nose.

“What are you doing?”

“We're lovers, let's practice in advance, it will be more natural and more tacit when performing, right?”

Monica Bellucci blinked her long eyelashes and smiled.

“Okay!”