Hollywood Director 1992

When Link returned to the youth apartment complex, the sun was setting.

The sun on the western horizon shone on the high-rise buildings of this residential area, illuminating the mottled walls, messy graffiti, and balconies hung with various styles of underwear.

Link used his index finger and thumb as a camera lens, aiming at the sunset, the high-rise buildings, the man urinating in the corner, and the strange woman dancing on the balcony.

These scenes are common in daily life, but when placed on the big screen and combined with other plots, they produce different effects. This is the language of film.

The director's job is to tell stories through lenses and images, conveying tragedies, comedies, thrillers, suspense, action, and other types of stories to the audience through visuals and sound.

Advanced directors are good at using lenses and can fluently tell a story with cinematic language in a wonderful and infectious way.

Garbage directors are like stutterers, neurotic mutterers, or elementary school students with blank minds when telling stories, so the stories they tell are naturally bland and tasteless.

Link used to be an unremarkable director, just an old director who had worked in the entertainment industry for many years, barely making a living, and wanted to succeed and become famous but couldn't find the right path—an honest director.

After being reborn in Hollywood, he became a 20-year-old young man, and he also has more time and opportunities to tell new stories and make many movies.

With the help of his golden finger, perhaps he can break through himself and go further on the road of directing.

The reason he thought of these things was that when Link looked at the sunset, he found that his mood was no longer as anxious and worried as before, and he felt less depressed, becoming as relaxed and comfortable as a young man.

In this comfortable mood, his thinking also became clearer.

He realized that he had been too hasty in the past, too eager to succeed and change his current life, to the point of suffering many unnecessary hardships.

If, after waking up from his coma last year, he had first applied for positions in film crews such as photography, assistant director, and director's assistant, step by step.

After earning his first pot of gold, he would then shoot "Buried," and the preparations would be more adequate.

But now, he has already gone all-in, becoming a pawn crossing the river, and can only desperately move forward.

Back at the foot of Building 13, a moving company's van was parked in front of the opposite apartment, and a group of people were helping to move things, with some furniture being moved onto the truck and some placed on the roadside for anyone who needed it to take.

Among the people moving things, Chris Bauer's figure was very conspicuous. While others were carrying small items with two people, he was carrying a large sofa by himself.

"Link, do you want this big sofa? It would be perfect in your room."

Chris Bauer put down the black leather sofa and called out after patting it.

"No, there's too much furniture, it'll be a hassle to move next time."

"It's a pity to throw it away. I'll move it back later. It should be comfortable to lie on it and sleep in the summer."

Chris Bauer jumped on it and bounced a few times.

Link didn't plan to go over and help, nor did he plan to stand and watch the fun. Just as he was about to leave, he saw Quentin Tarantino come out, followed by his partners Roger Avary and Lawrence Bender.

The former is the screenwriter of "Reservoir Dogs," and Lawrence Bender is the producer of "Reservoir Dogs" and also the producer of many of Quentin's future films, the chief steward.

"Quentin, I heard you're moving into a big villa? Congratulations!"

Link stepped forward to greet him.

"Haha, no, I just rented a larger apartment in Beverly Hills."

When Quentin Tarantino smiles, the muscles on both sides of his cheekbones will bulge, driving the muscles in other parts of his face, making the muscles on his face more prominent and appearing somewhat fierce.

"Quentin, with your strength, buying a villa is only a matter of time."

"That's right, Quentin, you will become a millionaire sooner or later, living in a villa, dating beautiful women, driving sports cars, wow, that kind of life is so enviable."

"I wish I could be as lucky as you."

Several men helping to move things said around the truck.

Quentin smiled and didn't answer, took out a few dollars and handed them to Chris Bauer, asking him to buy some beer to thank everyone for helping with the move.

"Long live Quentin!"

Several people shouted excitedly.

Seeing that Quentin was about to get into the car and leave, Link took the initiative to step forward and mentioned the distribution of "Buried," asking if he could help introduce Mr. Harvey Weinstein or other film company distributors.

Quentin hesitated for a moment, patted Link on the shoulder and said, "Link, you are indeed a very talented person. After only studying in the film crew for a few months, you dare to invest in making a movie, and you can complete a logically clear and structurally mature film in one month. This is very remarkable, even I can't do it.

However, the problem with your film is very obvious. One person, one scene, the story is too monotonous, and there are not enough selling points.

Also, the lead actor is you, and you have an Asian face. Oh, please don't mind, I don't have any discrimination against Asians, but in the Hollywood film industry, there are almost no films that use Asians as the protagonist and sell well.

These points determine that your film has no market potential.

I also mentioned your film to Harvey, and he also has this view.

Link, you have great potential in directing films. If you are willing to work in my film crew, I would be very welcome. I hope you will consider it."

Quentin Tarantino is taller than Link. When he speaks, his palm is on Link's shoulder, his tone is very gentle, which also makes the people around him show surprised expressions, not understanding why Quentin looks at Link differently.

"Okay, what you said is the truth, and I also understand these problems, but I am more stubborn and want to try more. If the distribution of "Buried" fails, I will come to you at that time, and I hope you will give me a bowl of rice to eat."

No mistakes in one song, one first, one inside, one appearance, one at a time!

"Haha, no problem, you are welcome no matter when you come."

Beep beep!

Lawrence Bender drove over in a Mercedes-Benz sedan.

Quentin looked back, greeted Link and the people around him, and walked into the car with his briefcase.

The car left this messy low-rent apartment with a truck.

Leaving behind a group of young men and women with envious faces, and a lot of furniture abandoned on the roadside.

"The beer is here, does anyone want to drink beer?"

Chris Bauer walked over panting, carrying two large cases of beer.

"Of course, how can we miss free beer."

"There's beer here, and sofas, let's call some more people, how about we have a party here?"

"That's a good idea."

A group of people started busying themselves with the party.

"Link, aren't you joining the party?"

Chris Bauer saw that Link was about to leave and followed with a can of beer.

"You guys have fun, I've been busy all day and need to rest well."

Link shook his sore arms and walked into Building 13.

Unfortunately, he met the apartment building manager at the door.

The manager, Lucy, reminded him that he hadn't paid rent for two months, including this month.

If he didn't have the money to pay by the 15th of next month, according to the regulations, they would take back the apartment.

Link said that he would definitely pay the rent before the 15th.