Exploiting Hollywood 1980

"Fa, let you take advantage of others

Fa, it’s hard to swallow your loss

Fa, everything is empty for you

Fa is not reason, it is fire

Fa, Fa, Fa, Fa…”

"Click", Alan Parker pressed the stop button of the dual-card loudspeaker recorder, "What do you think?"

"Fa is a good name. Our movie is about the process of young people's struggle to become famous, and the various difficulties and failures in the process."

David da Silva nodded, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​using this song by David Bowie and John Lennon as the title of the new movie?"

"Humph, it was Ronald who suggested it."

"He was very interesting. He didn't come to me directly, but played it to the children in the rehearsal room. When I asked them if they had any recommendations for new film titles, many children recommended the name of this song."

David cleared his throat, "I plan to hire Ronald as a set coordinator, mainly to control Gene. If you don't object."

"I haven't had time to mess with a young man yet." Allen pressed the eject button on the tape recorder and took out the tape.

"Gene is a diamond that has not yet been polished. He may become a black-skinned John Travolta. He and Erin Cara, who is also black, can continue to act together in movies in the future and star in many young people's movies." Mamoru revealed his plan.

"But now, his temper is too hot, and only Ronald can control him. I don't want to see him smashing the set with a fire extinguisher on the set again."

Allen nodded, "Gene did listen to Ronnie. Her mother no longer sells goods on the set. She sells goods outside the school every day. She is very sensible."

As he spoke, Alan shook the tape in his hand at David.

"We need a few more songs as powerful as this Fa. Have you found the right one? My Midnight Express co-writer Giorgio Moroder wants to write a song for Donna Summer's new album, but he has turned it down. Served as the soundtrack for the new film.”

"Michael Gore (no relation to screenwriter Christopher Gore). He is the younger brother of the original chart-topping female singer Leslie Gore. I heard his work and it was pretty good and I planned to hire him. Composition."

"Very good. When we start shooting, he can join the crew and watch the filming while writing songs." Allen waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care about David's personnel arrangements, as long as he had one result.

"Has your lucky T-shirt been sewn? It will be turned on the day after tomorrow."

"I have handed over the costumes, and I will definitely be able to catch up with the start of filming."

"Fa, you like limousines

Fa, you enjoy yourself like there is no tomorrow

Fa, what you spend now is borrowing money from the future.

Fa, make us blind and make us sin

Fa, Fa, Fa, Fa…”

The drama rehearsal has ended, and one of the extras turned on the dual-card loudspeaker recorder again, and David Bowie's voice rang through the rehearsal room.

"Hey... let's change it to something rhythmic." The students shouted. This funk-style song was obviously not to the taste of the actors who had just finished rehearsing. What they need now is relaxation and disco.

"Change it to "Hot Stuff" by Donna Summer. One student eagerly put in the tape he had brought.

Ronald started listening to this disco song again. It had been in the top ten of the charts for three months, and his ears were almost calloused.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom," the disco rhythm sounded.

"Gotta have some hot love, baby, tonight

I need something hot, baby, tonight

I want something hot, baby, tonight"

These lyrics make many American parents uncomfortable, and newspapers in some conservative areas have called for the song to be banned, but it is extremely popular among young people. The actors all started dancing to the disco.

The group of performers and actors, mainly students from art schools, began to enter the center of the dance floor one by one to the rhythm, and each person tacitly allocated tens of seconds to show themselves. Just like a peacock courting a mate in the animal world, it proudly displays its figure in front of the opposite sex.

Ronald was already very familiar with this repertoire at the end of every day's rehearsals and was about to walk away. Gene jumped into the circle, shouting "You're next, Ronald!"

The crowd booed and had a good impression of the young man who brought them a rustic air conditioner and ice-cold Coke. Gene also knew that Ronald was a good dancer and gave him a chance to show it to the pretty girls.

Unable to refuse, Ronald got off the court and jumped, first pointing his right hand at a 45-degree angle to the sky, striking a classic pose from John Travolta in the movie "Grease."

Then he circled his hands in a circle like a boxer preparing to punch, then pointed at each girl with his left hand, and put his right hand on his hips to twist his hips in rhythm. The slightly dated old-school disco moves had the actors laughing.

Ronald pointed to where Antonia was, and seeing that she was laughing at his old-fashioned moves, he grinned too. He stopped dancing and ran to the refrigerator, trying to cool himself down with a bottle of Coke.

The refrigerator in the rehearsal room was out of Coke, and Ronald remembered that the producer had another one, so he ran to the office.

The new assistant in the clothing department was sobbing quietly in the office. Holding a few pieces of cloth in his hands, he didn't know what happened.

"What's wrong with you? What happened?"

"Ah, I'm fine." The assistant wiped away his tears and started to pick up the cloth and put it on the table and worked hard to piece it together.

"This is the director's lucky T-shirt." Another costume assistant said nearby.

"Every time he shoots a movie, he cuts some of the costumes and sews them on his T-shirts. Allen believes that this will bring good luck to his filming."

"That one was worn when he shot his first movie. It was already in tatters. When we mended it today, it tore completely. As a result, when she went to tell the director about it, the director scolded her and gave her a deadline to mend it today, otherwise he would fire her."

"This?" Ronald picked up the scraps of cloth on the table, all faded cloth, and some had a hole in the middle. "These cloths seem to have been washed hundreds of times?"

"Yes, Allen requires the costumes to be as close to reality as possible. The costumes we purchased are now all rolling in the washing machine to wash out the bright colors. Make a real feeling." The costume assistant said.

"The fabric on this T-shirt was cut and pieced together from costumes in previous movies. Allen insisted on wearing only lucky T-shirts during filming. There were four in total, and the broken one was the oldest one."

Ronald looked at the scraps of fabric on the table, and then at the costume assistant who had stopped sobbing and was trying to piece them together, thinking: "Does being a movie director have to be so superstitious?"

"Why don't you use a white T-shirt as the base and then sew these pieces of fabric on it." Ronald reminded the costume assistant with one sentence.

"Thank you, I should have thought of it earlier."

The assistant quickly took a white T-shirt, pointed it upwards twice with the piece of fabric, and started sewing.