Exploiting Hollywood 1980

"Bye!" Ronald and Helen's mother Alice Joan stood outside the Pan Am boarding gate and waved goodbye to Helen Slater.

"Bye, Mom. Bye, Ronnie!" Helen waved to them for the last time and entered the cabin.

"Oh, I'm really happy. But will she live well in London? Is there anyone to take care of her in the crew? Ronald, you have been a director, how is the life of the actress in the crew?" Alice Joan is a mother who cares about her daughter very much. After Helen's plane took off, she began to worry slowly again.

"Don't worry, Helen will have four months of physical training time, and someone will prepare muscle-building food for her. After the filming starts, most of the time is actually waiting for the lights. I believe it won't be too busy. Helen will definitely be healthier when she comes back."

"Oh, poor Helen, I should have gone with her." Alice Joan regretted not giving up the anti-nuclear cause in New York and accompanying her daughter to London.

"Why didn't Gerald come?" Ronald sent Helen's mother back to her home in Long Island and asked about Gerald's movements on the way.

"His new family also has children, so they have to interview for admission."

"Helen is a poor child," Ronald thought. Both her parents have reorganized a new family. Although her parents still love her very much, neither of them belongs to her family. It's a bit inappropriate to go to either place during the holidays.

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"Ronnie, there is a person with a heavy accent who asked you to call him back. He wants to invite you to a launch party."

Back home, sitting on the sofa, Donna, who was on vacation, put down the "Scientific American" magazine and said to Ronald.

"Oh, let me see who's calling."

Ronald saw a string of phone numbers written on the note next to the phone, so he dialed it.

"Mr. Golan, your phone is from a person named Ronald." The driver of a luxury car answered the phone. He pressed a button and reported the phone name.

"I'll answer it." Minahan, who was in the back seat of the car, answered the car phone.

"Ronald, it's me, Minahan. I heard from your agent that you are in New York. Come on, we will hold the opening ceremony of "Sahara" at Club 54 tonight. Brooke and her mother will be there, as well as many Hollywood stars. Remember to report my name when you get to the door, otherwise the guard won't let you in."

"Okay, I'll go, Club 54, 7 o'clock, right?"

Ronald put down the phone and muttered a few words. Why is the opening ceremony held in a disco club? This Minahan is really weird.

"Club 54, Ronnie, can I go with you?" Donna jumped up from the sofa, her eyes shining.

"Club 54 is a place for adults to play. You are not old enough. But it is full of smoke and many people abuse drugs. I don't want you to go to such a place alone. When you are an adult, I will take you to see it."

"Okay, it's agreed. You can't forget it. Diane has been there several times." Donna was a little disappointed that she didn't get to see the place that her good friend said was the most fun and full of stars and celebrities.

"Remind me when the time comes." Ronald nodded. In fact, it is okay to go to Club 54 with someone. If a girl goes in, it is a bit dangerous.

"By the way, is Diane in New York recently? Has she taken on any new films?" Ronald knew that Diane had finished filming her second film "Fighting Fish" with Coppola. After the two films are released next year, she may become famous.

Bert and his agent have a good plan. Diane Lane will play the leading role in two consecutive Coppola films next year. This is the "Catapult" project. I hope Diane can take this opportunity to go one step further and break into the ranks of Hollywood's top adult actresses.

"I don't know. The last time we talked on the phone, she said she was still hesitating. It seems that several movies have found her to star in. She is discussing it with Bert."

Ronald smiled knowingly. Since the kidnapping of Diane's mother, Bert and Diane's relationship has recovered well. Now the father and daughter discuss everything together.

"I'm leaving. Tell Aunt Karen." Ronald put on a leather jacket, sunglasses, and leather boots. You have to dress cooler when you go to Club 54.

"Queue here..."

It was the same doorman named Howie Montorgue from last time. He stood tall and strong at the door of Club 54, blocking Ronald's way. He pointed to the queue area surrounded by two red tapes.

Ronald remembered that when he came with Madonna last time, he was stopped outside the door by him. This time he had the opportunity to meet Helen Slater, who was also stopped from entering.

This time he was stopped, but he didn't blame Howie for not recognizing him. Originally, directors are not as well-known as actors.

Ronald took off his sunglasses, "My name is Ronald, and Menahan Golan asked me to come."

"Who? Menahan, I don't know him. You'd better go to the back to queue up." Howe pointed to the queued people behind.

"You have to be selected to enter there." Ronald had to introduce himself, "I'm a movie director, I made 'Fast and Furious Richmond High School', you may have seen it."

"Hey, I've seen that movie, but I don't know you. The new boss is more strict in selecting guests than before. If you can prove that you are the director, then I can let you in." Howe said he was powerless to Ronald.

Ronald shrugged, this Minahan, and said he could get in by saying his name. "Does the club have a phone number? I'll call and look for Minahan. He should be inside."

"There's a phone booth there." The gatekeeper Howie pointed to the opposite side, and then handed Ronald a promotional card with the number of Club 54 on it.

I looked down and saw that there was only a switchboard phone number on it, and I guess I couldn't find it with so many people inside. Ronald clicked his tongue and felt a little disappointed, so he might as well go back. If you go to queue, it won't be a joke if someone sees you.

"Ronald, Ronald. Why are you leaving?" A small voice stopped Ronald.

"Mr. Allen, why is it you?" Ronald was overjoyed when he recognized that the person was Woody Allen, the New York director who had helped him a lot.

Ever since he endorsed his screenwriting abilities and obtained the "famous" screenwriting signature, Ronald spent most of his time in Hollywood and hadn't seen the New York director for a long time.

"Ronald, Ronald, I didn't expect you to become a director. I watched "Fast Pace" and I liked it very much. It contains a profound exploration of the impulse and confusion of teenagers..."

"Thank you. Are you working on any movies recently?"

"Yes, I'm working on a new movie, 'The Legend of Xili', and this is the heroine."

Woody Allen still had black-rimmed eyes and introduced to Ronald that the person standing next to him was a beautiful woman wearing a short black woolen coat and breeches, with curly hair blowing in the wind.

"Let me introduce to you, this is my girlfriend..."

"Miss Farrow needs no introduction." Ronald recognized the Hollywood actress Mia Farrow. Give them a hug and say hello.

"Mr. Allen, Miss Farrow, Ronald, please go in." Howie, the doorman, saw that Ronald knew the great director, and let him in from the side of the queue line.

"Mr. Allen, are you coming to Club 54 too? I thought you only liked jazz." Ronald chatted with Woody Allen on the way in.

"Oh, yes, it's nice here. I have a lot of old friends and a lot of comedy inspiration." Woody Allen took Ronald to the elevator. "There is a quieter club up there with regulars. Usually here.”

"Ronald, you're here." As soon as he got out of the elevator dedicated to VIPs, he saw Minahan Golan wearing a sweater to welcome guests.

"Oh, Mr. Woody Allen, I admire your name. If there is a chance, can you make a movie with Cannon Pictures?" After seeing Woody Allen, Minahan's interest immediately shifted.

"My movies usually have fixed investors. But maybe..." Woody Allen walked sideways into the room, why don't you invite Ronald to direct you? He's a very good teen film director and may be a better match for your company's films. "

"Ah, of course, I'm investing in one of his movies."

Ronald followed him into the inner room on the second floor. There was no loud disco music on the first floor and it was relatively quiet. There are many celebrities and stars here. No wonder Woody Allen likes to play here. It is not much different from the jazz bar he likes.

"Is Brooke here too?" Ronald asked Minahan, who was obsessed with pleasing Woody Allen.

"She's in that one with her mom, Terry."

Ronald nodded and walked into the inner room.

The lights here are darker than outside, and many people are drinking beer and smoking cigars.

"Brooke," Ronald recognized Brooke Shields from afar. She was wearing a turtleneck today and was dancing on the dance floor with a young man.

Just as the song ended, Brooke Shields was very happy to see Ronald.

"Ronald, it's been a long time. I'm going to Israel to film a desert scene in the New Year. Will you come to see my performance?"

"I'm preparing my own movie in the New Year, but if I have the chance, I'll go see it. Minahan values ​​'Sahara' very much. Where is your mother?"

"She's drinking over there." Brooke pointed to the sofa next to her, and sure enough, Terry was half lying on the sofa, drinking from a bottle of beer. Seeing Ronald coming, she raised her beer bottle to greet him. It seemed that she had achieved some results in quitting drinking, and Brooke was no longer worried.

"Ahem..." The young man dancing with Poji turned around, saw Poiki chatting happily with Ronald, and coughed to remind her of his presence.

"John, let me introduce to you, this is the director who shot my jeans commercial, Ronald Lee."

Ronald looked over and saw this young man with curly hair, wearing a gray T-shirt and a suit jacket. He was dressed very casually, but he showed an outstanding temperament.

Ronald thought he looked familiar and noticed that this young man's suit fit perfectly and clung to his body snugly when he danced. It looked like it was handmade by a famous tailor.

"What, you're speechless after seeing a real person?" Brooke poked Ronald with her hand, "Does Juior look like his father?"

Ronald felt Brooke's hint and recognized him. This was John F. Kennedy Jr., the son of the late Commander-in-Chief John F. Kennedy.

"It's an honor to meet you," Ronald reached out and shook his hand, just to show respect for his father's sake.

With a kind of aristocratic reserve, little Kennedy shook hands with Ronald in a friendly manner, then walked to the sofa with Brooke and sat down with Terry.

Terry looked very happy, probably because she drank less. She pulled Brooke to sit next to her and started talking and laughing with little Kennedy on the other side of Brooke.

Ronald found a round stool at the bar near the sofa, asked the bartender for a glass of Pina Colada, and started looking around.

As my eyes gradually adapted to the dim light, I saw many famous people in New York.

There were supermodels, actors, rock stars, and a thin man with messy hair, holding a camera and constantly clicking the shutter on the sofa.

"Paparazzi?" Ronald wanted to step forward to stop him, but seeing that Terry turned a blind eye to him, he guessed it was not a paparazzi. Could it be the photographer hired by Terry?

"Click, click, click..." The thin man kept pressing the shutter.

"Huh?" Ronald saw the problem. Before pressing the shutter button, this person did not pull the door handle to pass the film. This camera did not seem to have an automatic film winding mechanism. There was no sizzling sound of the electric motor winding the film.

"You don't have film, do you? Are you a fake photographer who's putting on airs?"

Ronald relaxed and continued watching the show. Gradually, he discovered that in this inner room, the two public figures of Brooke Shields and JFK were still vaguely at the core. Most people were listening to what the two were talking about, and laughed from time to time.

Little Kennedy was talking about his classmates at Brown University, who were very disappointed that Brooke Shields chose Princeton. They all blamed him for not trying his best to persuade Brooke to come to Brown University.

Ronald heard what they said, and it seemed that Brooke Shields got her wish and was admitted to Princeton.

He couldn't help but look over. Brooke's wish came true. She didn't want to be a vase and wanted to enter one of the best universities in America for further study. This was not easy for her as a model and star with a busy acting career. of.

Brooke Shields seemed to feel Ronald's gaze and looked over, as if she was back when Ronald encouraged her to apply for Princeton.

The two looked at each other and smiled tacitly. Ronald raised his glass and made a "congratulations" gesture.

Brooke replied with a "thank you" and both of them laughed.

"Why don't we go to the Ritz Club? My friend said there are a lot of rock bands there, which are more fun and interesting than here." Little Kennedy seemed to have seen the look between Ronald and Brooke, and suggested changing the venue to continue.

"Ronald, are you going?" Brooke turned around and asked Ronald. She seemed to want to go.

"I still have something to discuss with Minahan," Ronald replied. He basically understood that this was not a "Sahara" opening party at all, but a normal continuous party to welcome the New Year at Club 54. Minahan started to do this kind of trick again.

"How about we stay here for a while?" Brooke said to little Kennedy.

"Brookey, let's go to Ritz. The place John introduced is right." Terry continued on the sofa.

"Well, okay then." Brooke picked up her bag and stood up with little Kennedy.

"Ronald, please remember to come to Israel to watch me film." Brooke and Ronald hugged each other goodbye. She has been this kind of socialite for a long time and knows how to make everyone happy.

"I will go back when I have the chance." Ronald patted Brooke on the back, "Don't worry, Minahan will take care of it. The Negev Desert is not the real Sahara, it is not a barren land."

"Um……"

After a commotion, Ronald sent Brooke and JFK away. Some of the remaining guests were invited to go to new places together, while others took the opportunity to change rooms.

"Ugh, vomit..." A beautiful woman dressed as a model who was half lying on the sofa suddenly stood up, then squatted on the ground again and began to vomit. Finally, he sat back and seemed to have fainted.

Ronald hurriedly stepped forward to hold her head, feeling her whole body tremble.

"Who came with her?" Ronald looked back and saw no answer, so he shouted, "Waiter, waiter?"

Soon two waiters came in and carried the beauty out.

"Is she okay?" Ronald asked the thin man still in the room pretending to take pictures.

"Gia Calanchi," the man answered, "a year ago she was the darling of thousands of fashion magazines, but now she can only do advertisements for supermarkets and mail-order magazines."

"Oh? It's her?" Ronald was also surprised. Karanji had achieved great success in the past two years and was hailed as a Super Model by "Vogue". Why has it become like this now?

The man made an injection motion on his arm, then shook his head, "It's stained with such potent stuff..."

"Andy, Andy Warhol. I'm a photographer and the editor-in-chief of Interview magazine." The man reached out to shake Ronald's hand.

"Hello, my name is Ronald. Film director." Ronald also shook hands, feeling that the other person's hand was weak.

"I was shot with a bullet before, so I'm not in good health. Can you accept my interview?" Andy Warhol said, "Maybe young people have forgotten me. I once gave Marilyn ·Monroe painted.”

"Oh, then you must be very familiar with movie stars." Ronald and Andy chatted, "I have to confirm the interview with my agent."

"It's okay, I'm actually here to interview other people today."

"Brooke Shields?"

"Her mother is difficult to deal with. I have to pay a high price to interview her. You know that Interview is a small magazine I run. Are you familiar with Brooke?"

"Not really. I have shot commercials for her." Ronald chatted with Andy Warhol for a while and wanted to get up and say goodbye. This man couldn't even afford to buy film, so it seemed that the magazine was not profitable.

"My interviewee is here. Let's talk later." Andy Warhol also saw that Ronald didn't want to talk in depth, so he got up and said goodbye.

"Okay, goodbye."

Ronald also stood up and went to the outer room to find Minahan.

"Miss Diane Lane, I am Andy Warhol, the editor-in-chief of Interview. Can I interview you?" Andy Warhol's eyes lit up and saw another young star walking in, so he hurried forward to talk.

"Can I take a picture of you, Diane?" He picked up the camera without film and pressed a few buttons in the air.

"Oh, what magazine?" Diane was also wearing a black leather jacket, the same outfit as in the band "The Stain".

"Interview magazine. His name is Andy, Andy Warhol. "Ronald didn't expect Diane to come to Club 54 today, so he hurried forward to say hello.

"Ronnie." Diane came over happily, hugged Ronald's neck with both arms, jumped up, and then kicked off the ground a few times.

"Why are you dressed like a rock star? Donna told me before that you often come to Club 54." Ronald put her down. Diane's baby fat from when she was filming Coppola's movie was still a bit serious. Her face was still a bit chubby, and her figure had developed. She was quite heavy to hold, a little heavier than Helen.

"I'm looking for the feeling of auditioning. Donna said that you thought of a way for your girlfriend Helen to dress up as a character to audition, and the chances are much greater. So I'll try it too." Diane looked at Ronald with her big glasses blinking.

"What movie are you auditioning for?"

"It's about rock stars. I also have an audition invitation for a fairy tale. Why don't you help me think about it and choose the right one. "Diane happily took Ronald's arm.

"Bert is better at choosing roles, and I shouldn't comment on your role." Ronald remembered that Bert stopped Diane's invitation to Tom Cruise.

"Forget about those things, let's have fun today." Diane was very happy and pulled Ronald to see the dancing crowd downstairs.

"Okay, let's go and see." Ronald couldn't resist Diane, and went to the balcony on the second floor with him,

"Deep love is a burning flame

Stay, because the flame will get higher and higher

Baby, don't let him steal your heart

It's easy, very easy

Girl, this game can't last forever

Why can't we live together?

Try it, don't let him take your love away from me."

Downstairs, Modern Talkg's hit song "Brother Louie" was playing.

Diane Lane started dancing to the strong drum beats and invited Ronald to join her.

Looking at the huge crowd on the first floor dancing to the rhythm crazily, Ronald couldn't help but jump up. The rhythm was very suitable, and Ronald showed off his breakdancing skills of wiping the glass and walking in space.

"You are not a good person, can't you see?

Brother Louie, Brother Louie, Brother Louie

I'm in love, give her freedom

Oh, she's just looking for me"

"Hahaha..." Seeing Ronald dancing the moonwalk in a funny way, Diane laughed happily beside him and started to applaud him.

"Man, that dance move is very interesting. "A black singer walked into the hall and saw Ronald on the second floor dancing backwards even though he was running forward.

"This is much more interesting than the dance of those people in Soul Train. They all danced backwards at a 45-degree angle, but he danced directly backwards."

"Mr. Geffen, can you help me ask who that is? Ask him to talk."

"Who?" David Geffen turned back from talking to someone else, "Who are you talking about, MJ?"

"Look at the person on the second floor. I didn't expect to see such a wonderful dance at the 54 Club in New York today. I want to talk to him."

"Isn't that Ronald?" The CK designer and owner Calvin Klein recognized Ronald.

"Oh, the girl next to her is also dressed very beautifully, with a black leather jacket and red pants. This combination is very outstanding."