Hollywood Director 1992.

Chapter 49: The Killer's Tragedy

At noon, the sun was shining brightly and the small garden behind the villa was full of flowers.

There are white camellias, bright red poppies, and light purple lavender, all in a riot of colour.

Link ordered a large table of Mexican food from the restaurant next door and invited Quentin and Steven Soderbergh, who had come from afar, as well as the crew members, to eat in the yard.

"Link, what type of movie is this, a romance or a drama?"

Quentin was chewing on a pork chop, his mouth full of oil.

"Horror film."

"Horror movie? Ahem, are you kidding me? I just watched it for a while and it didn't seem scary to me at all. Who can you scare with this kind of film?"

"Quentin, stop talking. We're only watching for a while. If you don't understand the structure of the entire movie and don't know what Link is thinking, you'd better not say anything."

said bald Steven Soderbergh.

"I just don't want to see Link going further down the wrong path. Okay, okay, let's not talk about your movie. Link, do you know that there is a very powerful new director in the past few days, his name is Robert Rodriguez, a Mexican director."

“It’s not a Mexican director, it’s a Mexican-American, and his movies are shot in Mexico.”

Steven Soderbergh said.

"Well, do you know how much he spent on making a movie?"

"How many?"

"7000 dollars! Just 7000 dollars, which is more than less than Buried Alive. Do you know where that guy earned dollars?

Haha, in order to make a movie, he worked as a guinea pig for a medical institution, participating in an experiment on a new cholesterol-lowering drug. He also wrote the script while being locked in a laboratory.

Last week he came to Hollywood with his film to look for distributors, just like you did.

If it had been three or four months ago, no film company would have agreed to his request. But this year, you appeared in the film industry, and the huge sales of "Buried" made many film company bosses very regretful.

Now, when film directors come to them actively seeking cooperation, those film companies have become very polite. They will seriously receive every director who comes to them seeking cooperation and watch their films carefully.

As long as the project is highly completed and has some highlights, they will take action to get it.

This Robert Rodriguez took the film video to Columbia Pictures for cooperation.

After watching the movie, people from Columbia Pictures thought it was good and immediately agreed to cooperate. They bought the distribution rights of the movie for 7 US dollars and planned to officially release it after the summer vacation.

It is said that this movie has great box office potential, and that director Robert Rodriguez also has great potential.”

Wait until Quentin Tarantino finishes his rant.

The barbecue on the table was almost finished by Link and Steven Soderbergh.

"This is a good thing, as it means that our independent film industry has welcomed a new director with great potential."

Link raised his glass and clinked it with Quentin and Steven.

Link also knows about the director Robert Rodriguez that Quentin mentioned.

Like Quentin, he came from a self-taught background and became famous by making low-cost black comedy films. His films all have their own personal characteristics.

Representative works include "Elegy of the Assassin", "From Dusk Till Dawn", "Sin City", "Spy Kids", "Machete Kills", "Alita: Battle Angel", etc.

Among them, "The Elegy of the Assassins" should be the movie that Quentin mentioned, which cost only 7000 US dollars to produce.

Robert Rodriguez later collaborated with Quentin on many films, including "Four Rooms", "From Dusk Till Dawn", "Grindhouse", "Sin City", etc.

But at this time Quentin didn't know that he was about to have a new partner.

"Link, take your filmmaking seriously. The circle of directors is changing very quickly. For non-academic directors like us, once we go the wrong way, it will be difficult to get back on our feet."

Quentin said.

"That makes sense. I'll keep your words in mind. How's the preparation for your new movie going?"

"Can you please stop talking about the new movie? I'm so fed up these days." "Oh? I've read your new script, the story is great, and Miramax Films should be happy to invest in your new movie. What are you worried about?"

"Because of you, Link, you messed up my plans."

"How to say?"

“I originally thought my script for Pulp Fiction was pretty good, but after watching your Kill Bill, I realized that Kill Bill was so cool, with bloody violence, exciting fights, and a classic revenge plot. This is the kind of movie I’ve always wanted to make, and it feels even better than Pulp Fiction.

I'm now considering whether to shoot Kill Bill first and Pulp Fiction later."

Quentin said, stroking his big chin.

“I don’t recommend you do that.

First of all, "Kill Bill" has a bigger scene and many actors. Shooting this kind of movie requires extremely high control. With your current level, it seems a bit difficult.

Secondly, the investment in Kill Bill is also very high, about 40 to 50 million US dollars, which is equivalent to a big production. Before you have achieved results, I don’t think Miramax Films is willing to invest in such a movie. "

"Quentin, Link is right. Shoot small projects first and then big productions. This kind of planning is more conducive to the growth of new directors like us. You just made your debut this year, so don't be too anxious to succeed. Being too impetuous will make you more likely to fail."

Steven Soderbergh wiped his bald head with a tissue.

Perhaps during the barbecue, lard and butter splashed onto his head. After wiping it with a tissue, his originally bald head became shiny and sparkled in the San Diego sun.

Phew!

Monica, who was sitting next to Link, couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you and shoot small projects first, then big productions."

Quentin Tarantino picked up a glass of cold beer and gulped it down, then put down the glass and wiped his mouth with his palm, his eyes rolling to Monica Bellucci.

“Monica, are you Italian?”

"Yes, I am from Castello, Umbria, Italy. I am a real Italian."

"I am also Italian, but not authentically Italian. My Italian father gave me nothing but an Italian face."

"Director Quentin, I don't think so. You not only have Italian looks, but also Italian romance, humor, and artistic temperament. These should not be ignored."

"Haha, that's right. Link, where did you find Monica? She's such a charming beauty. The heroine of my next movie also needs a beauty like Monica. How about asking her to be the heroine of my next movie?"

Quentin Tarantino winked and smirked.

"You can try. Monica, this is a good opportunity. You can invite Quentin to have a few more drinks and let him decide on the role here to prevent him from regretting it in the future."

"Monica, how about if you drink these two cans of beer, I can let you try out my heroine when Pulp Fiction is approved in the future."

Quentin Tarantino pointed to the two large cans of dark beer on the table and laughed.

"Director Quentin, no thanks. I've seen your Reservoir Dogs, it's pretty good, but it's a little bit worse than Link's Buried. I want to continue working with Link."

Monica Bellucci smiled slightly as she took Link's arm.

"Hahahahaha, Quentin, Link was kind enough to buy you a drink, but you came to dig up his roses. Did your hands get pricked?"

Steven Soderbergh patted Quentin on the shoulder and laughed.

Quentin Tarantino's mouth twitched and he turned back to glare at Steven.

"Okay, stop joking and keep drinking."

Link said, holding up his beer.

After seeing off Quentin and Steven Soderbergh in the afternoon, the "Ghost" crew continued filming.

Because this is a thriller movie, when Quentin and Steven are there, the thriller atmosphere in the villa will be weakened and the filming will not go smoothly.

After the two left, the atmosphere in the villa became quiet again and the filming became very smooth.

(End of this chapter)