Exploiting Hollywood 1980.

Chapter 569 Who is best at photographing jet fighters?

"Garbage, it's all garbage."

Don Simpson took the scripts in the Paramount script circulation warehouse and threw them around, "Are these people still alive 20 years ago? Who wants to watch this kind of movie now?"

Jerry Bruckheimer collected his littered scripts and threw them into a cardboard box, "Not many people understand the mysteries of high-concept movies. If they all understand, we won't be able to enjoy this vision alone." worth it."

"I heard that Eisner and Katzenberg are very cautious. They tried their best to hide any scripts with the potential to sell well, so as not to let them flow into Paramount's circulation library." Don Simpson went from the state of rage again, Back to normal.

"We're looking for a script that will give the audience a big punch. They can get excited just by reading the title without explanation, and they can have an orgasm just by watching the trailer. We must invite friends to go to the cinema to enjoy the movie."

With that said, Don Simpson walked to the boxing magic ball suspended from the roof, and bang bang bang began to vent his abnormally excited energy due to the excessive use of drugs.

"You can be excited just by looking at the title? Here is an unfinished outline of the script, which seems to meet your requirements." When Bruckheimer sorted out the script, he found a piece of paper sandwiched between the scripts, with only a few lines on it. Plot summary.

"Let's hear it?" Simpson was also interested.

"Fighter pilots, naval jet fighters, aircraft carriers, sexy female officers, hot summer, sweat-soaked love."

"Oh, Shxt!" Don Simpson was excited, he ran to grab the synopsis, and cursed again and again, "What the fuck is this movie called? Where's the fucking script? Where's the script?" Impatient He started banging on the cardboard box with the remaining scripts.

"Here," Bruckheimer held up a piece of paper that seemed to be the cover of a script, "Top Gun!"

……

"We want Tom Cruise in this movie!" Don Simpson told CAA's famed agent Rick Nisita.

The two producers approached Nisita and wanted to talk to Paula Wagner about Cruise's film contract, but Paula was accompanying Cruise in London to reshoot "Legend", so they talked to Paula's boyfriend.

"I'll call her." Knowing that the two producers had recently been given higher authority by the new president of Paramount, Nisita did not dare to neglect her, and called Paula.

"Paula, this is Don Simpson, and Jerry Bruckheimer, and they want to do a high-concept movie with Tom Cruise."

"What movie?" Paula's voice came over the speakers.

"Temporarily titled Top Gun" is a movie about naval jet pilots, the script is still being developed, and we're excited about the concept.

"Tom's latest idea is still on the sequel of Scorsese's "The Prodigal Son" directed by Paul Newman. I don't think he is necessarily interested in participating in a purely commercial film, let alone a fighter. You all know Hollywood One of my taboos is that no one watches the planes fight."

"That's the past tense. Today's fighter jets are all jet-powered. Think about it. The sweat drips down your neck in summer, and the steam catapults on the aircraft carrier distort the air on the ground.

Boom, a pilot kisses his officer girlfriend and then goes out to fight the MiGs of the Sowell Union, what a classy scene, Tom's going to be a superstar. ’ Don Simpson was so good at painting the scene that it stumped Paula Wagner on the phone as well, as if it sounded good.

"I'll tell Tom, don't worry. But it's up to Tom to decide whether to accept it or not. His current idea is to cooperate with a big director like Scorsese, hone his acting skills, and then turn into acting and There are superstars with appeal at the box office.

In addition, you have to write your script before you come back. Tom has very high requirements for the script now, and he will make a decision only after we read it through for him. "

"It's not a problem. We're looking for someone to perfect it." Bruckheimer recalled that the two of them searched for a long time last night before finding a [-]-[-]-page outline of the script in the office of the former president of Paramount. Someone has to rewrite it.

"By the way, which director are you going to look for? Tom has requirements for directors." Paula continued to talk about the conditions for working with the popular young boy Tom Cruise.

"We haven't decided yet, it's definitely worthy of Tom."

"Okay, I'm hanging up, Tom has a reply, I'll let Rick know."

Paula hung up the phone. "If they can find someone on the list of directors Tom is willing to work with, it's not impossible to cooperate."

"By the way, who are you going to ask to direct?" Nisita hung up the phone and asked the same question to the two producers.

"Why, do you want to recommend Ronald?" Bruckheimer asked with a smile.Relying on Ronald as a client, Nisita has signed a lot of actor contracts and received a lot of profits. Other agents in the industry joked that Nisita picked a baby, but privately envied his luck. .

"Of course, he is the most suitable one. Didn't you realize that what he is best at is setting up the atmosphere, shooting this kind of high-concept film, and then has the delicate temperament of a drama film in the details?"

"Yeah, I know, I knew he was a future star from the moment he came to the 'Lightning Dance' crew." Don Simpson nodded, "However, this movie is not suitable for him."

"Why?" Nisita asked strangely.

"Hollywood hasn't made any aerial combat films worth mentioning since the early 60s. But European directors have made 'Eagle Over London' and 'Battle of Britain'. It takes great skill and skill to make an aircraft look beautiful. Based on experience, we estimate that this time we have to find an old guy to control the scene."

"But now it's jet fighters. Those old movies you mentioned were made in the propeller era, right? Old guys don't necessarily know how to shoot jet fighters anymore." Nisita raised an objection.

"Who's to say no, we're fretting about it. Maybe there's been no one in Hollywood making aerial combat films for a long time because of the technical difficulties. We're asking people to find all the films related to aerial combat, even commercials and music videos with aircraft footage, See if you can spot talent."

Bruckheimer agrees.

"Hehehe, then you can look for it." Nisita smiled happily, "You will come back."

The two producers thought Nishita was saying they were coming back for Tom Cruise, and they left.

……

The two producers were at Don Simpson's house again, browsing through a stack of videotapes.These are the Hollywood and TV commercials that the secretaries have painstakingly collected. There are fighter jet shots, one counts as one, and the two of them are holding a TV separately to watch the video tape.

"Look at this ad." Bruckheimer excitedly held a roll of video tape, and replaced Simpson's video tape here. "It's so fucking exciting. I don't know who directed it."

An advertisement for Saab cars appeared on the TV. The pitot tube of the Saab Lightning fighter pierced through the door of the hangar like a needle and came out.

The air on the airport runway was heated by the rear nozzle of the engine, and twisted like a mirage. Finally, the plane rose from the ground, flew over the head of the Saab car, and plunged into the blue sky.

"Fuck, who the fuck took this shot? No one on earth can take such a beautiful picture of jet fighters like him, no one can come close to his level!"

Don Simpson jumped to his feet, paraphrasing the "nothing else on earth comes close" slogan.

"I'll look for it," Bruckheimer picked up the form compiled by the secretary, and found the line corresponding to the Saab advertisement on it, with the name of an acquaintance impressively written on it.

"Director: Ronald V. Lee."

"Damn it, this fucking was shot by Ronald, this Saab commercial was shot by fucking Ronald. Nisita is a liar, a scoundrel, a thief, he deliberately wants to make a fool of us."

Don Simpson jumps to his feet and scolds Nisita, the unscrupulous agent.

……

"Mr Nisita, I'm sorry for what I said yesterday.

You should have told us earlier, I am embarrassed by what I said yesterday, we are also friends with Ronald, if I saw his jet fighter earlier, so full of agility and power, the director of this movie must be him ah. "

Don Simpson came to CAA again, this time he didn't dare to speak bad words, but carefully said good things, hoping that Nisita would not get in the way and pass on his words that Ronald can't shoot fighter jets.

"Don't worry, I haven't had time to tell Ronald about your project. I knew you would come back." Nisita happily lit a cigar and puffed triumphantly.

Then he picked up the phone and triumphantly dialed Ronald's home number.

"Ronald, Mr. Don Simpson is here with me, and his partner Jerry Bruckheimer, they have a script and must ask you to be the director."

"Don, Jerry," Ronald rushed to the CAA office and hugged the two producers.

"What project?" He heard Nisita's tone, as if it was a big investment suitable for him.

"Top Gun, telling the story of a Navy fighter pilot."

"This is the script, you can read it first, and then we can discuss it."

Ronald took the script and weighed it, "Why is it so small?"

The script is less than forty pages, and it is full of descriptions of scenes, even the dialogue and air combat plots are only mentioned briefly.

"This is a high-concept movie. After we find a suitable director, we will discuss with him how to fill in the content." Don Simpson flattered Ronald.

"Okay, I'll go back and see, are you still making films for Paramount?" Ronald mentioned the past.

"Yes, Paramount has given us very good permission. As long as you agree, Paramount can invest 500 million US dollars into this movie."

"And Tom Cruise," Nisita added next to it. It is obvious that this movie is suitable for him to be the leading role.

"Did Tom say yes?" asked Ronald.

"No, he said he wants to see who the director is. It just so happens that he really wants to shoot a movie with you, so it shouldn't be a problem."

Ronald returned home with a third of the script (synopsis), and began to read it carefully.

After an hour, Ronald yawned.

Jodie Foster was still not favored by Konchalovsky, and returned to Yale disappointed.Ronald had just dropped her off at the airport this morning.A little tired, he began to feel heavy eyelids, so he just took a shower and went to bed.

"Dang...dang...dang", accompanied by the rhythmic bells that sounded like a church in the distance, and against the dark background, the nose of a jet plane appeared on the screen.

Under the faint light reflected through the sky by the sun that has not yet risen, the staff next to them seemed to be walking around the deck of the aircraft carrier one by one in black silhouettes.

Bursts of white water vapor rose from the aircraft carrier's catapult, and Ronald actually saw a holy meaning.

A very beautiful jet plane nose enters from the left side of the picture, the rising sun begins to slowly climb over the sea, and the first morning light appears on the nose.

The throttle valve of the jet engine was gradually opened, and the sound gradually became louder.This mechanical monster seemed to wake up the sun at once.

On the staff's helmets, a golden light began to shine.

The plane slowly slid into the ejection position, the folding landing gear was opened, and the hydraulic mechanism popped open.The sound of the engine became louder and louder. On the deck behind the engine, a baffle was raised to prevent the deck from being ablated by the flames from the afterburner engine during takeoff.

A staff member squatted down on one leg, with one hand forward, and made a gesture of flying.

The sun suddenly jumped out of the sea, and the golden light shone on the entire deck of the aircraft carrier.

"Crack!" There was a loud noise.

The obstacle that tightly held the front wheels was released, the landing gear of the plane shook violently a few times, and two orange flames spewed out from the rear of the jet engine.

The rhythm of the music suddenly accelerated, and the plane flew across the screen from left to right, and suddenly raised its head and flew into the sky.

"It's like an advertisement I shot." Ronald liked this kind of screen arrangement very much in his dream. The atmosphere was warm, the movements were simple, and it matched the rhythm of the soundtrack. The protagonist became a fighter jet on this aircraft carrier.

It seemed to have been played for a long time in a hazy way, Ronald didn't quite remember the middle plot, and the scene turned to an airport runway.

On the screen, an officer is giving a lecture, and in the background is an aircraft of the same type as the aircraft carrier.

The audience below are all dressed as pilots, and in the middle of the picture is Tom Cruise in a flight suit, playing cool there.

"Sure enough, it's still Tom, he's really suitable for this kind of movie." Ronald felt amused, a little childish, and a little nervous, but Cruise, who was so handsome, played the role of this kind of pilot with ease.

"Your lecturer's name is Charlie, she's a doctor, an expert in aerodynamics..." The officer introduced the lecturer who came to introduce the situation

The camera pans to the rear of the students.

A pair of beautiful legs came in from behind the camera.

An A-line hip skirt, narrowed slightly at the knees, well modified the beauty's waist and hips.The skirt restricted the room for movement, so she could only walk forward in small steps, but such small steps were full of charm.

The camera pans down and catches up with the beauty.The stockings under her skirt are of a retro style. In the middle of the back of the calf, there is a black silk thread that extends from the heel to the top and disappears into the skirt, which makes people daydream.

The swaying gait made Ronald feel hot in his lower body, "Isn't it me? Hollywood knows that I am good at taking shots of beautiful women's legs."

The camera continued to fast-forward, and Ronald didn't see the actress's face, which was a pity.

The picture came to an outdoor beach volleyball court.

Topless Tom Cruise is playing beach volleyball with his opponent.

Under the sun, with a gleaming body, Cruise wore aviator sunglasses and scored with a spike.

"Oh, if the girl saw this, she would be crazy."

Ronald was about to continue looking down to see if there were any aerial combat shots, so he could learn from the director's scheduling skills in his previous life.

"Ring, ring, ring..." Ronald was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

"Damn it, don't you know that I'm dreaming at a critical moment?" Ronald stretched out his hand from under the quilt cursingly, and took off the receiver, "Who is it? It's... four o'clock in the morning." Looking at the electronic watch, Ronald cursed.

It was Nisita who called, "It's me, Ronald, I'm sorry to wake you up, White House chief of staff James Baker is calling, First Lady Nancy needs to summon you."

(End of this chapter)