Hollywood Director 1992

"Link, you said on the phone yesterday that you had some work-related matters to discuss with me. What is it?"

"It's about the movie distribution. It's like this."

Link briefly explained the audience's reaction at the screening, intending to use it as a trailer on television to attract movie fans.

"Sounds pretty good. What do you need me for? To film the audience's reaction on set?"

"Of course not. Such simple work doesn't require a professional director like you. I have something else for you, something equally important."

Link took out the videotape, turned on the living room TV, and inserted the tape into the player.

"What's this?"

Quentin asked curiously.

"I just said, filming the audience's reactions at the movie screening. Yesterday..."

"Wait, Link, don't tell me there was a camera secretly filming our reactions at the screening yesterday?"

Quentin stood up excitedly.

"Yes, I wanted to know the effect of the movie preview. Observing your expressions through the videotape is undoubtedly more convincing than words."

"Shit! So, all my reactions yesterday were filmed by you guys?"

Before Link could answer, the TV began to play the reactions and expressions of the audience.

"Haha, look, even Steven was scared! The way he covered his eyes was so swift. Wow, that's Scott Rudin. I didn't know he closes his eyes when watching horror movies. Haha, that's Sasha McArthur from Disney. I didn't expect her to scream. This is too funny."

Quentin slapped his thigh repeatedly, laughing loudly as he watched.

After laughing a few times, the screen began to show a dense compilation of his facial expressions.

Scenes of him screaming, covering his eyes, turning his head away in fear, and clutching Steven Soderbergh tightly with both hands, even more exaggerated than Ms. McArthur.

Finally, the highlight came.

When the male lead was suddenly thrown towards the camera lens, Quentin screamed and quickly jumped onto Lawrence Bender's lap, burying his face in Lawrence's shoulder, acting like a little girl.

"..."

Quentin stared at the TV screen, his cheeks turning red, his fists clenched and trembling.

For a man, being scared and screaming while watching a horror movie is embarrassing. Being so scared that he jumps into his companion's arms is even more embarrassing. People will laugh him to death if word gets out.

What's even more embarrassing is that this scene was clearly recorded, making him relive that humiliating experience.

This is nothing short of torture.

"Link, what do you want to do?!"

Quentin asked, his face turning black and red.

"Your performance was very interesting. I'm planning to release it on television as a promotional trailer before the movie is released. How about helping out?"

"No! Absolutely not! There's no room for negotiation on this."

Quentin shouted angrily.

It was already embarrassing and humiliating for him, a grown man, to watch the recording of himself being scared.

Now Link actually wanted to send this videotape to the TV station for public broadcast, allowing audiences all over America, even the world, to watch his ugly, scared state.

This is too much.

How is this different from publicly executing him?

What's even more infuriating is that Link dared to discuss it with him, asking if he was willing?

Is there even a need to discuss this?

Anyone with a brain wouldn't agree.

Never agree.

"Quentin, think about it. This matter doesn't just have disadvantages; it also has some advantages."

"Shit, how can such an embarrassing thing have advantages? Where are the advantages?"

"Don't be impatient. Let me analyze it for you carefully. What era is this? The era of 'amusement to death.' Anything that can be used as entertainment material is valuable.

And what are you? A rising director, with some fame in the industry, but not too much. At this time, if you want to succeed, besides continuing to make movies, you can also become famous in other ways.

If we put this video on TV, because your performance is very interesting, it won't be long before more people know you."

"You think it's funny for a lot of people to see me make a fool of myself?"

"It's not making a fool of yourself. It just shows that you're interesting, a director with personality, and an interesting actor, just like the effeminate Mr. Pink you played in 'Reservoir Dogs.'"

"I'm the talkative Mr. Brown. Steve Buscemi is the effeminate Mr. Pink."

"It's almost the same. You can think of this video as a comedy. After it's broadcast on TV, it will definitely attract a lot of attention.

Some people may laugh at you for being timid, but don't worry. After the movie is released, I will clarify it for you in the media.

I'll say that you deliberately acted scared to help promote the movie, but in reality, you're very brave.

Although it will still have a slight impact on your reputation afterward, I'll find a way to compensate you, such as buying you a drink."

"Are you kidding me? Can a drink compensate for such an embarrassing thing?"

"Two drinks are no problem, but no more. I'm not just asking you for help. There are also Lawrence and Steven. Maybe we'll broadcast the videos of hundreds or thousands of people watching 'Paranormal Activity' and being scared.

When there are more of these shots, no one will laugh at your worries. Everyone will just think that 'Paranormal Activity' is really scary. What do you think?"

"No, no, too embarrassing."

Quentin shook his head repeatedly.

"Okay, this is indeed difficult. I understand if you don't agree. Just pretend I didn't mention it."

Link smiled.

"Quentin! The toilet is clogged! Hurry up and find someone to fix it."

A woman shouted from the bedroom bathroom.

"Where are my stockings? Damn it, Quentin, you bit my foot too hard last night."

A second woman shouted from the bedroom.

"Haha, it seems you're busy. I won't bother you. Also, I'll have someone cut out your scenes later when I get back."

Link picked up the videotape and stood up.

"Wait!"

Quentin scratched his messy hair and cursed, "Fuck! I can agree, but I have two conditions."

"You agree to help?"

Link was quite surprised. He had only come to persuade Quentin today to try his luck. He didn't expect Quentin to refuse, so he didn't try to persuade him further.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to leave, things took a turn.

"I said I have two conditions. First, you can't just show my reaction. You have to convince Steven and Lawrence to release their reactions as well."

"I can guarantee that. If they don't agree, this video will be deleted entirely."

"Second, next time I make a movie, you must help me with something. I haven't thought about what I need you to do yet, but I want to reserve it in advance. How about it?"

"No problem. As long as it's not illegal, I can agree to anything else."

"Deal! Haha, let's have a drink."

Quentin picked up a can of beer and threw it over.

Link had no choice but to sit down and have a drink with Quentin, chat about movies for a while, and then leave.

Next, he found Steven Soderbergh and Lawrence Bender to discuss the matter.

When the two heard that Quentin had agreed, they also readily agreed.

In fact, the main purpose of asking the three of them for help was to attract people in the entertainment industry.

The three of them have considerable fame in Hollywood. When people see them looking scared while watching the movie, they will inevitably be curious, and out of curiosity, they will go to the cinema to watch it.

This will bring the first batch of viewers to the movie.

It doesn't matter if they don't agree.

The original promotional plan will still be followed. After the movie is released, it will still attract a lot of attention.

It's just that the movie will become famous at a slower pace.

Thank you to 'Book Friend No. 3337120' for the reward.