Rebirth In Hollywood

For the filming, the crew rented two rows of independent apartments on the front and rear streets, which can be used as a filming venue and as a residence for the crew. I have to say that Miramax is not in a good financial situation. Let them be stingy to a certain level.

"Harvey gave an investment of 20 million US dollars, and the funds are not fully in place yet. Excluding the remuneration of the crew, there is very little money that can be used for filming. I can't wait to split a cent in half. Come to flowers!"

There was a dinner going on in the dining room of the apartment where the cast and crew lived. Because investment is not a secret matter, David Fincher sat at the dining table and complained about the lack of funds.

"Twenty million dollars is really a bit short."

Ryan echoed, he vaguely remembered whether the investment in this movie in his previous life was 60 million or 70 million. Of course, the dollar in ten years is not comparable to the current one.

"Even so, Harvey told me it's better to save the publicity costs, God! He might as well just sell me."

It seems that David Fincher is really having a headache for money. No one else can help with this kind of thing, except for a good laugh.

"Nicole's bacon omelette isn't ready yet? I'll go check it out in the kitchen." The boy remembered that Al had also entered the kitchen just now. Although this guy was funny and easy-going, he was an old-fashioned playboy.

Sure enough, as soon as Ryan walked to the door of the kitchen, he heard Al's voice, "Nicole, your cooking skills are really good, this bacon omelette has a unique flavor."

"Really? I didn't cook much at first, but I have gradually learned to take care of Ryan in recent years." Nicole's laughter also came over.

"Your relationship is so good, haven't you thought about finding a father for Ryan?"

"Stop kidding, Al, Ryan is just my brother."

Ryan simply walked in, first looked at Nicole who was making bacon omelettes, then at Al who was standing next to him, and said unceremoniously, "Hey, Al, don't try to hit Nicole. Otherwise I'll give you a good look."

"Hey, Ryan, you are a big kid." Al's eyes widened funny, looking really like a blind colonel in Scent and Knowing Women.

"I'm telling the truth, Al, I know Chinese Kung Fu!" After speaking, the boy put on a nondescript Tai Chi starter.

Al Pacino laughed, patted the boy's head lightly, and walked out of the kitchen first.

"Okay, Ryan, don't make a fuss, help me out with a plate." Nicole took off her apron and handed the boy a white porcelain disc filled with bacon and omelettes.

Even though the dinner was not sumptuous, it was better than the crowd, especially in the middle of the meal, Harvey Weinstein, the producer, drove over from New York, and this fat man's career was barely on track. It wasn't as swollen as it was later, and coupled with the exquisite nature, the atmosphere in the living room became more enthusiastic for a while.

"It's too troublesome to deal with people from the Children's Association. They not only have to stipulate Ryan's daily working hours, but also ask about the tutor's situation and learning progress. They will send someone to check in a few days. I'm going crazy." Ha. V. Weinstein sat at the dinner table and complained to Nicole and Ryan.

"That's none of my business." Ryan shrugged.

"None of your business? Ryan, you can't say it like that. You didn't let us arrange a tutor at the beginning, and you told the children's association to go to hell with me.

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"Did I say it? I don't remember." Seeing Nicole's face turning black, the boy denied it without thinking.

"Uh..." Harvey Weinstein froze for a moment, then said, "Okay, when the people from the Children's Association come, I will throw the movie script to them, let them see, who can write such a script Do kids still need a goddamn tutor?"

"Don't worry, Harvey, find an extra to pretend to be a tutor then." Ryan was just making a bad idea. "It's just trivial to deal with them at my level."

"Wait!" Al Pacino suddenly waved his hand to interrupt the conversation, "The script? The script for this movie? Ryan Jenkins... No way!"

Al looked at the boy in surprise, his eyes were like copper bells, as if he saw a Martian, "Harvey, you mean the Ryan Jenkins behind the script writer, and the one sitting across from me. The little guy is the same person?"

"Yeah." Harvey Weinstein nodded and asked strangely, "Don't you know? Didn't anyone tell you?"

"Oh, God!" Al Pacino covered his forehead. "I always thought it was two people with the same name, hell! Ryan, why did you never say you wrote the script?"

"Hey, Al, you never asked!" The boy looked wronged, "Do you want me to run up to you and put my tail up and say, Mr. Al Pacino, the script for "The Sixth Sense" I created it, please praise me, please praise me."

The boy's words, combined with his actions and expressions, looked so funny that everyone couldn't help laughing at the same time.

After laughing, Al still looked incredulous. He looked at David Fincher, Harvey Weinstein, and Nicole Kidman. All three nodded in confirmation. This is a fact.

"Surprised, right, Al?" Harvey Weinstein seemed to agree. "David and I were not much better than you when we first heard the news, and..."

He looked at Nicole, Ryan, and Jinsley who were sitting together, "You guys are so embarrassing, you keep hiding such important news from me?"

"Important news?" The three of them looked at each other, obviously not understanding what Mr. Fatty was talking about.

Harvey Weinstein simply stopped the long-winded, quickly took out a weekend supplement of The New York Times from his briefcase, and turned directly to the bestseller list page, "The latest issue of the bestseller list, "Jurassic Park" at No. 5, "Ryan's Tales" at No. 31, and a "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" that didn't make the list."

"If I hadn't bought a copy of The New York Times last weekend, if I hadn't seen the writing style of these books so similar to the Sixth Sense script, if it hadn't been for the authors of these books, all named after Ryan Jenkins …”

"Come on, Harvey, I admit that those three books are my work." The boy spread his hands, this is not a shameful thing, there is nothing to admit.

"Oh, God!" Although Harvey Weinstein had been in business for many years, he couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice even though he had thought of the answer for a long time.

Al Pacino and David Finch on the other side were not much better, especially David Finch, who was holding a fork and delivering a bacon omelette to his mouth, but at this time it was like being someone As if pressing the pause switch, he sat there in a daze, not moving.

And Al simply grabbed the supplement from Harvey Weinstein, as if he would believe it only if he confirmed it with his own eyes.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the rest of the restaurant calmed down, but the eyes they looked at Ryan all changed. If he can write a script like "The Sixth Sense", he can also use inspiration and combine his own experience. To explain, what about these works?

Jurassic Park was published in 1986. How old was he then? More than six years old and less than seven years old, other children at this age are still playing house, playing with Transformers and Barbie dolls, but he began to write books.

If it was someone else, they would still wonder if there was someone representing him, but he was still an orphan in the orphanage at that time. He had neither money nor power, so someone would have water in his head and go to ghostwriting for him?

What's more, since the start of these days, the boy's performance has fallen into their eyes, this is a precocious, intelligent and whimsical child, and even they often feel that they are talking to an adult, and he shows in the filming. The excellent acting skills that came out, what do all these show?

Could it be that while God closed a window for him, he also opened a door for him, and this door is still the Arc de Triomphe!

By this time, except for the three of Ryan, the others had no desire to eat, and left the restaurant discussing what to do.

Even with such or such episodes, the filming still continued, and at the request of Ryan and Harvey Weinstein, others tacitly did not spread the matter to the outside world.

But after Ryan cooperated with the crew to deal with the people from the Children's Association, he always felt that Mr. Fatty was planning something, especially looking into his own eyes, it was like a hungry wolf seeing fresh meat.

As I said before, there are always ups and downs in an actor's state. An old actor like Al is the strongest in terms of self-regulation, followed by Ryan, and Nicole ranks last among the three most important actors.

"Ryan, you are a natural actor." It sounded like Nicole was complimenting him, but the following sentence revealed her true intentions, "There is no trace of cheating!"

Obviously, Nicole recalled some past experiences, and now I think this little guy was fooling her at that time, but fortunately, it was all trivial and harmless.

"Really? Nicole." Al Pacino scurried out from nowhere, bowed his body very gracefully, and said in a special way, "Do you need me to help you discipline this stray little boy? guy?"

"Oh, hell." Al suddenly felt chilly in the costume he just put on, so he quickly took a swipe at his abdomen, and a thin green object appeared in his hand, "What is this?"

When Al bowed, Ryan had jumped into the distance, rolled his hands into a horn, and shouted, "Hey Al, stay away from Nicole, or next time it won't be a thorny cactus leaf. "

The people in the crew collapsed in an instant, and burst into laughter. After so many days, they have already seen that Ryan and Al have a very good relationship. The two often make some harmless jokes, and Al is teased. The number of times is obviously far more than the number of times he teases people.