Exploiting Hollywood 1980

The flight landed at Chicago O'Hare International Airport.

Ronald wasn't used to this flight time, and most of the time he was going back and forth between New York and Los Angeles. Chicago, the Midwest, the Deep South, in fact, he came very little. Ronald's impressions of these places, which make up most of the American population, are limited to those places where he looks down from the plane and flies past.

"Put this on." Little Bud, who accompanied him, took out a coat from his bag and put it on Ronald.

"thanks"

Winters in Chicago are cold, much colder than New York, not to mention warm Los Angeles. Ronald put on his woolen coat and let out a white breath.

"The latest news, the famous Hollywood director Orson Welles died of a heart attack at his home in Hollywood. Wells had planned to participate in the work of the theater director that day and the recording of the Merv Griffin talk show that night. . His driver found him unconscious in his home.

Orson Welles was also interviewed a few days ago, so let's take a look at his last TV appearance. "

At the luggage carousel, Ronald and his agent, Nisita, were waiting for their luggage when they overheard breaking news on TV.

Ronald added his lips, this talented director who had a good relationship with him a few years ago, unexpectedly died like this.

"I really shouldn't be working in Hollywood. Hollywood is a big market, and the market often goes against the artists. If those Hollywood producers don't like your work, then you're in trouble. You have to spend a lot of time and energy in my work. For example, I spent the rest of my life trying to convince them that their feelings were wrong and that I could make films that were both artistic and marketable."

"I don't believe in compromise, I'm not going to compromise. There's no truth in compromise, unless you're a politician. But film is an art of compromise, and making a film is like politics in a way. You have to learn to compromise, so I Not a movie."

Looking at Orson Welles' words from the bottom of his heart, Ronald believed that perhaps the 70-year-old had foreseen that he would be dead soon, so he was telling the truth.

His mood was a little affected, he went to the counter to buy a pack of Marlboro cigarettes, handed one to both Nisita and Bud, and the three started smoking at the exit.

They are all people in the film industry, and they all regret that Orson Welles's genius has not had a chance to play.

Little Bud went to the Hart rental car counter, picked up the car he ordered, and the three drove to the studio, speechless all the way.

"The Color of Money" was filmed in Highland Park, north of Chicago. This is a wealthy area of ​​Chicago, about 25 miles from downtown Chicago. Old buildings, quiet surroundings, and mansions abound.

With a total of less than 30,000 residents, it is the seat of high society in Chicago.

Paula Wagner came out of the set and gave Ronald and Nisita a visitor sign.

"Be careful, Marty is in a bad mood."

Ronald put on the sign and stepped into the scene with Nisita and Paula.

"cut!"

Martin Scorsese just yelled, and it's still rehearsal, but he's used to conducting in formal filming terms.

"Ha..." As soon as Tom Cruise heard the call, he ran towards the trailer, fast, and kept rubbing his hands and breathing to keep warm.

Sitting in the trailer is his co-star Paul Newman.

"Son, you still have a lot to learn." Newman handed him a cup of hot tea. "Are you auditioning in the summer, certain outfits?"

"Ha..., yes." Tom Cruise took the hot tea and took a sip to warm up.

"Always, always remember, you have to ask when the shooting starts and what the local climate is." Paul Newman, wearing a fur-collar coat, comfortably taught Tom Cruise.

"Hi," Ronald saw Tom, nodded, and went to director Martin Scorsese.

"Marty," Ronald stepped forward to hug Scorsese.

"Ronald" Scorsese hugged him too, and he's been a little better lately, not as prone to coughing in winter as before, but Scorsese was still wearing thick clothes.

"Have you heard? The Orson Welles thing?"

"Yes, I saw it at the airport, why is it so sudden."

"Hey, I love his black-and-white films the most. I taught you students at NYU to watch them countless times."

"Are you here to visit the class this time?" Scorsese asked Ronald's purpose after he finished the chat.

"That's it, my producer wants to make some extra shots, so I'm begging you to borrow some time from Tom."

"What drama?"

"There are only two ambiguous sex scenes, and they will be finished soon. I promise not to delay your filming."

"Oh, that's impossible."

Martin Scorsese flatly declined Ronald's invitation.

"My films are all works of art, and I don't like actors crossing scenes. I'm short on time, and I don't know how to shoot in many places. The actors must be immersed in the characters in order to have chemistry. Many times I count on it. Improvise with the two male protagonists.

You know, Ronald, this kind of chemistry is hard to get in, you put Tom in a flirtatious show, and when he comes back, he'll have to rediscover his feelings. Cruise without status.

Otherwise, you can postpone it until I finish filming. "

"This?" Ronald didn't expect Scorsese to be so unsympathetic, "Then when will you finish filming?"

"March next year."

"This can't be done, I don't have time. The film was originally scheduled to be released in May, and I have to re-edit, cut negatives, test screenings, revise, and then make more than a thousand copies. It's too late."

"This is your problem!" Scorsese pulled his face down, "Paula, Paula..."

Paula Wagner trotted over.

"I don't agree with Tom's cross-play. You said Tom wanted to be a real actor. Is that how he treats his profession?"

Paula's face was ugly, and she asked her husband to discuss.

Ronald's face was also ugly. It was supposed to be filmed for two or three days. Why did Scorsese seem to be inhumane.

"Let's wait a while, Paula said Marty's been in a bad mood lately."

"Oh..." Ronald listened to Nisita's persuasion, and the two found a place to sit down in the filming location. Ronald poured two cups of wolfberry black tea, and the two slowly drank it while waiting.

It was already dark, and Ronald saw Scorsese announce the end of today's rehearsal, so he stepped forward to speak to him.

"Ronald, are you still there?" Martin Scorsese patted his arm.

"Sorry, I was in a bad mood just now. My blood pressure rises when I think that the movie I want to make has no investment and can only make do with a sequel to an old movie from decades ago."

"Hey, I understand." Ronald waved his hand, took out a Marlboro and handed it over.

Scorsese, who usually has bad lungs, took one out of nowhere and lit it on the match Ronald handed over.

"Cough cough..." Scorsese coughed twice, and slowly puffed with Ronald.

"You know what, teacher. I saw footage of Orson Welles' last interview at the airport today."

"Oh, what did he say?"

"He said he regretted it, he didn't have the talent to compromise, his films had to be made according to his intentions, and if he compromised, he would fall from a good film to a third-class bad film. He hoped that he could compromise with the producers and help them. Make a few blockbuster movies, and then make the masterpiece you want to make.”

"Hey..." Scorsese sighed, "We artists face this kind of problem."

The emotions of the two eased, and Ronald did not mention the matter of Cruise. The two teachers and apprentices chatted.

It turned out that Martin Scorsese wanted to make a movie about Christ Jesus that he had been preparing for a long time. But because of the controversial subject matter and story, no one is willing to invest.

Scorsese has even been relegated to a few episodes since his last film, "King of Comedy," flopped at the box office.

Finally, through the relationship between Nisita and Paula, the agent sent this film of Paul Newman and Tom Cruise, the new and old stars, to Michael Eisner, and got the touchstone and the screen. investment in the fund.

This also means that he made an unprecedented compromise since the director. In order to shoot the Jesus story he wanted to shoot, he first helped the production company to shoot commercial films.

"You know, Ronald. I'm Italian, my father owned a laundromat, and I grew up next to my mother and relatives' irons. They told me stories from the Bible. I grew up a Catholic, but I'm not that religious and I've been divorced several times."

"I understand that this Jesus story is the movie of your dreams." Ronald understood that this was the obsession of the teacher Scorsese from childhood.

"Yes, you still understand me. Directing a star is not the same thing as a director-general actor, even Paul Newman, it's hard. You'll get a taste of it soon. I'm in a bad mood. ,so……"

Ronald didn't speak. Scorsese seemed to be trying to tell him something, and it was a little awkward.

"Actually, I'm in a bad mood, and there are other reasons related to Isabella."

It turned out that Scorsese's ex-wife, Isabella Rossellini, soon entered the modeling circle after her divorce from him, and made her debut at the "old age" of 30 years old. She resembles her mother Ingrid Bergman's Her temperament quickly attracted the attention of many big names, and she immediately became the spokesperson of Lancome.

Not only that, but she also found a model Widman and gave birth to a daughter, Ingrid. After breaking up with Wiedeman, he recently fell in love with director David Lynch.

Scorsese, being a Catholic, didn't let his ex-wife make his own movie. Who knew that after the divorce, Isabella became prosperous, had children, modeled, made movies, and did all the things Scorsese didn't let her do before.

"Lynch approached her recently for a movie, blue velvet, where she played a very controversial dancer, lots of nudity, and... scenes. I called her, but she wouldn't listen. ."

Ronald pouted, he couldn't get in on this kind of thing. On the one hand, he is his university teacher, and on the other hand, he and Isabella are also friends.

"Listen to me, Ronald, don't let your girlfriend do nudity in the future. Worse, she's in another director's movie. You're not going to like that."

Scorsese thought about it himself, threw the cigarette on the ground, and stomped on it with his foot.

"I can ask Tom to make up your movie, but I can only give you one day, you can put it on the weekend, don't take up my time."

"No problem," Ronald happily threw away the cigarette, "One day at a time."

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