Hollywood Director 1992

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the small garden behind the villa was in full bloom.

White camellias, scarlet poppies, and pale purple lavender created a riot of color.

Link ordered a large table of Mexican food from the restaurant next door and invited Quentin, who had traveled from afar, Steven Soderbergh, and the crew to eat in the garden.

"Link, what kind of movie is this? A romance or a drama?"

Quentin munched on a pork chop, his mouth greasy.

"Horror."

"Horror? Cough, cough, are you kidding me? I just watched it for a while, and I didn't find it scary at all. Who do you think you can scare by filming like this?"

"Quentin, stop talking. We only watched it for a little while and don't understand the structure of the whole movie's plot, nor do we know what Link is thinking. It's better not to be so talkative."

Said the bald Steven Soderbergh.

"I just don't want to see Link go further and further down the wrong path. Okay, okay, I won't talk about your movie. Link, did you know that a very talented newcomer has appeared in the directing circle these past few days? His name is Robert Rodriguez, a Mexican director."

"Not a Mexican director, but a Mexican-American. His movie was filmed in Mexico."

Steven Soderbergh said.

"Okay, do you know how much money he spent on making a movie?"

"How much?"

"$7,000! Only seven thousand dollars, more than ten thousand less than 'Buried'. Do you know where that guy got his $7,000 from?

Haha, to make the movie, he worked as a guinea pig for a medical institution, participating in experiments for a new cholesterol-lowering drug. He wrote the script while locked in the lab.

Last week, he brought the movie to Hollywood to find a distributor, just like you did back then.

If it had been three or four months ago, no film company would have agreed to him, but this year you appeared in the film industry, and the big sales of 'Buried' made many film company bosses very regretful.

Now, when they encounter film directors who take the initiative to seek cooperation, those film companies have become very polite and will seriously receive every director who comes to seek cooperation, carefully watching their movies.

As long as the completion is relatively high and there are some highlights, they will take it down.

This Robert Rodriguez took the movie videotape to Columbia Pictures for cooperation.

After the people at Columbia Pictures watched the movie, they thought it was pretty good and immediately agreed to cooperate, buying the distribution rights for $70,000, planning to officially release it after the summer.

It is said that this movie has great box office potential, and that Robert Rodriguez director also has great potential."

After Quentin Tarantino finished babbling.

The grilled meat on the table was almost finished by Link and Steven Soderbergh.

"This is a good thing, meaning that our independent film circle has welcomed another potential director."

Link raised his glass to Quentin and Steven.

Link also knew the Robert Rodriguez director that Quentin was talking about.

Like Quentin, he came from a non-academic background and became famous by shooting low-budget black comedy movies. His movies are all very personal.

Representative works include "El Mariachi", "From Dusk Till Dawn", "Sin City", "Spy Kids", "Machete Kills", "Alita: Battle Angel", etc.

Among them, "El Mariachi" should be the movie with a production cost of only $7,000 that Quentin mentioned.

Robert Rodriguez later collaborated with Quentin on many films, including "Four Rooms", "From Dusk Till Dawn", "Grindhouse", and "Sin City".

It's just that Quentin doesn't know that he will soon have a partner.

"Link, focus on making movies. The directing circle is changing very quickly. Once we non-academic directors go down the wrong path, it will be difficult to rise again."

Quentin said.

"That makes a lot of sense. I will remember your words. How is your new movie coming along?"

"Can we not talk about the new movie? I've been annoyed to death these past few days."

"Oh? I've read your new script. The story is great. Miramax should also be willing to invest in your new movie. What are you worried about?"

"Because of you, Link. You messed up my plan."

"How so?"

"Originally, I thought my 'Pulp Fiction' script was pretty good, but after watching your 'Kill Bill', 'Kill Bill' is too cool, bloody violence, wonderful fights, classic revenge plot, this is the kind of movie I've always wanted to make, and it feels better than 'Pulp Fiction'.

I'm now considering whether to film 'Kill Bill' first and put 'Pulp Fiction' later."

Quentin said, stroking his big chin.

"I don't recommend you do that.

First of all, 'Kill Bill' has a larger scene, many actors, and filming this kind of movie requires extremely high control. With your current level, it seems a bit difficult.

Secondly, 'Kill Bill' also has a very high investment, almost forty to fifty million US dollars, which is equivalent to a big production. Before you have made achievements, I don't think Miramax is willing to invest in this kind of movie."

"Quentin, Link is right. Shoot small projects first, then shoot big productions. This kind of planning is more conducive to the growth of us new directors. You just debuted this year. Don't be too eager to succeed. Being too impetuous is more likely to lead to failure."

Steven Soderbergh wiped his shiny head with a tissue.

No error, one first, one first, one inside, one capacity, one in, one look!

Probably when grilling meat, pork oil and beef tallow splashed on his head. After wiping it with a tissue, the originally smooth head became shiny, shining in the San Diego sun.

Pfft!

Monica, who was sitting next to Link, couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, shoot small projects first, then shoot big productions."

Quentin Tarantino picked up a glass of ice beer and gulped it down, put down the glass and wiped his mouth with his palm, his eyes rolled around and landed on Monica Bellucci.

"Monica, are you Italian?"

"Yes, I'm from Città di Castello in Umbria, Italy, a genuine Italian."

"I'm also Italian, but not so genuine. My Italian father gave me an Italian face, but nothing else."

"Director Quentin, I don't think so. You not only have the facial features of an Italian, but also the romance, humor, and artistic temperament of an Italian. These should not be ignored."

"Haha, well said. Link, where did you find Monica? She is really a charming beauty. The heroine of my next movie also needs a beauty like Monica. How about asking her to be the heroine of my next movie?"

Quentin Tarantino winked and smiled mischievously.

"You can try. Monica, this is a good opportunity. You can ask Quentin to drink a few more glasses and let him decide on the role here to prevent him from going back on his word in the future."

"Monica, how about this? If you drink these two cans of beer, when 'Pulp Fiction' is approved, I can let you try my heroine."

Quentin Tarantino pointed to the two large cans of dark beer on the table and smiled.

"Director Quentin, no need. I've seen your 'Reservoir Dogs', it's not bad, but compared to Link's 'Buried', it's a little bit worse. I want to continue working with Link."

Monica Bellucci smiled slightly, holding Link's arm.

"Pfft ~ Hahaha ~, Quentin, Link kindly invited you to drink, and you came to dig up his roses, did you get pricked?"

Steven Soderbergh patted Quentin's shoulder and laughed.

Quentin Tarantino's mouth twitched, and he turned his head to glare at Steven.

"Okay, stop joking, let's continue drinking."

Link said, holding up his beer.

After Quentin and Steven Soderbergh were sent away in the afternoon, the "Shutter" crew continued filming.

Because this is a thriller, when Quentin and Steven are around, the thriller atmosphere in the villa will be weakened, and filming will not be smooth.

After the two left, the atmosphere in the villa became deserted again, and filming became very smooth.