Hollywood Director 1992.

Chapter 41 Movie shooting begins

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“I want to fly!”

The sun is shining brightly on the West Pacific Coast Highway. The azure blue sky blends into the sea below the highway. Tall palm trees stand quietly on both sides of the highway like soldiers with afros.

A red convertible sports car was speeding towards the south against the sea breeze. Chris Bauer, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly stood up, waved his fist and started yelling loudly.

"Shut up! We are on the highway. It's dangerous to stand here. Come down quickly."

shouted Daniel DeVito, who was driving.

"Haha, Daniel, you know what, I'm very excited now. What I wanted to do most before was to sit in a sports car, speeding on the California highway, looking at the sea, the blue sky, and the high-rise buildings that are quickly receding. This feeling is very cool."

Chris Bauer flexed his arm muscles and yelled hysterically.

"Stop talking nonsense, sit down and fasten your seat belts."

"Okay, okay, the only difference from what I thought is that in my imagination, the people around you should be one or two hot girls in hot pants, not a greasy uncle like you."

Chris Bauer glanced at Daniel DeVito, who was wearing a casual suit, a big head, a Mediterranean hair, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

"Humph!"

Daniel DeVito had a sour face and said nothing.

"Daniel, we are here on vacation, why are you always so gloomy? Smile and don't ruin the atmosphere of the vacation."

"Shut up! We're not here for vacation, we're here to make a movie."

"Link said we can treat this shoot as a vacation."

"What Link said may not be right. Chris, you should know what this movie means to Link?"

"How should I know? I have such developed muscles, you can tell at a glance that I am not very smart. Can you please stop using riddles when you speak?"

Chris Bauer squeezed his biceps.

Daniel DeVito shook his head. “It means whether Link can gain a foothold in Hollywood. He is a talented director now, and many film companies and media are paying attention to him.

If this movie is successful, Link will be able to gain a foothold in Hollywood. If it fails, he will be laughed at by everyone, and will lose the halo of "genius director", and become an ordinary director.

Plus, if Link's movie fails, the company could go bankrupt and you'd be out of a job."

“Shh~, is it that serious? What should I do, Daniel? You’re an experienced producer. Is there any way to prevent this movie from failing?”

"There's nothing I can do. Link is too stubborn and won't listen to anyone else's advice. So I hope you can persuade Link more and ask him to focus on the movie instead of other things."

"Somewhere else? What do you mean?"

"What do you think?"

Daniel DeVito adjusted his black-framed glasses and looked at the silver Cadillac DeVille in front of him, where Link and Monica Bellucci were sitting.

When he first heard that Link planned to use $2 to make a second movie, he felt it was unreliable. Later, he saw that there were only two main actors in the script, a man and a woman, and most of the scenes were spent sleeping in bed.

When he saw the heroine Monica Bellucci again, he instantly had a guess that maybe the crew was fake, the filming was fake, and picking up girls was real.

In order to pick up girls, Link deliberately made up this script to win the opportunity to be intimate with Monica Bellucci.

If the speculation is true, this trip to San Diego was in vain. If it is a misunderstanding, the film seems to have little chance of success.

He was not only worried about Link's new movie, but also about his personal future.

Jingle Bell!
The cell phone in the car rang.

"Link, what's going on?"

Chris Bauer picked up the phone first and asked.

"There's a car following us. It's a black Chevrolet SUV. It followed us from Los Angeles. It's probably the paparazzi." "There is one. Do you want us to get out and grab it?"

Chris Ball looked back and saw a black Chevrolet more than 300 meters away on the empty road. Through the windshield, he could vaguely see two men in the front seat, one of whom was holding a telescope.

"No need. Daniel, after we get to DeMar County, we will go our separate ways and find a way to get rid of them."

"I heard!"

After hanging up the phone, the Cadillac sedan in front began to accelerate, but Daniel DeVito slowed down and drove forward slowly.

The black Chevrolet behind also suddenly accelerated and caught up with the Cadillac in front.

Daniel DeVito looked at the situation behind him and saw that there were no cars following him. He drove into the city of Del Mar in front of him, made a circle, and sped towards San Diego.

San Diego County is the southernmost city in California, about 200 kilometers from Los Angeles and five kilometers from the US-Mexico border.

The reason for choosing to shoot here is that the design of the houses here is more in line with the setting in the script. Another reason is that it is far away from Hollywood and will not be harassed by paparazzi, so we can shoot movies here quietly.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was at its hottest in southern California, Daniel DeVito drove a sleepy Chris Ball to the wealthy residential area of Mission Valley on the east side of San Diego State Historic Park.

San Diego is the second largest city in California and the eighth largest city in the United States. Large communications or biopharmaceutical groups such as Qualcomm, Pfizer, Novartis, and Amgen have established their headquarters or branches here.

The development of communication technology and biopharmaceutical technology has also made this area home to many wealthy people, and Mission Valley is one of the wealthy areas.

Daniel parked the car in front of Villa N23 in the villa area, which was the villa he had arranged for someone to rent in advance.

It covers an area of approximately 2200 square meters, with a lawn in front and a garden in the back. The villa has four bedrooms, a large terrace, a basketball court, a swimming pool, etc. The environment is good.

"Daniel, this place is great and meets my needs, but there are some details in the room that need to be improved. This is a sketch. Please find someone to redesign it."

As soon as the car stopped, Link walked out of the villa with a few drawings in his hand, on which were diagrams of the modifications.

"Okay, I'll find someone to revise it right away."

Daniel got in the car and left with the sketch.

"Link, what do I need to do?"

Chris Bauer asked, yawning.

"First, help me put the recording equipment and lighting equipment in the appropriate positions. The sofa in the living room also needs to be moved. There are also three mechanisms that need to be set up in the bedroom. The rest can be dealt with during the filming."

"No problem. I can't do other things, but I'm best at physical labor."

Chris Ball flexed his arm muscles, took duck steps, picked up the box on the ground, and walked towards the villa with a grunt.

"Link, look at me, how do I look in this outfit?"

Monica Bellucci came out of the bedroom, changed into a white art T-shirt, blue jeans, and brown sneakers. Her long brown hair was cut a little and let down to her shoulders.

This was Link's requirement. The heroine must be a college student in her twenties. She must have the aura of a college student and should dress like a young person.

"Not bad. But to play this role well, you have to really put yourself into this identity and act more innocent and lively, especially when you are with the male protagonist. Acting more casually will make the relationship between the couple seem intimate. This kind of intimacy is interspersed in the weird events. On the one hand, it can control the rhythm and make the plot tense and relaxed. On the other hand, it can also form a contrast and enhance the horror effect."

"I understand. I've only been out of college for five years, so it's easy for me to play a college student."

Monica Bellucci took his arm, leaned her head on his shoulder, and hummed softly.

"what are you doing?"

"We are a couple. If we practice in advance, it will be more natural and more coordinated when we perform, right?"

Monica Bellucci smiled, blinking her long eyelashes.

"All right!"

(End of this chapter)