He shook his palm flat, and made a gesture of ugliness, "The girls in the record industry are not as pretty as Hollywood. Follow me to ensure you get the best."
"Uh, I'm not interested in this kind of thing, Mr. Weinstein." Song Ya shied away.
"Hahaha!" Harvey Weinstein laughed strangely~www.mtlnovel.com~ This is not only for self-satisfaction, but also for dedication to the movie, you will definitely like it. "
Still giving? Shameless, right? "How do you say?" Song Ya asked.
"What kind of girl do you think can be popular? The most beautiful? No, no, it's the most in the eyes of the audience. This is a very wonderful thing. It changes with the times and has almost nothing to do with what acting skills."
Harvey said: "There are too many beautiful girls, and there are many beautiful girls with good acting skills. If we don't have the same aesthetics as the audience, what will happen?"
"what's the situation?"
"Forty-five-year-old actress is still acting as an 18-year-old heroine, social activists who are constantly hyping up politically correct positions, ugly girls from a family of performing arts, and celebrities who come to play tickets, for sure! At that time, there will be all such people! The resources of these people are not comparable to those of ordinary girls who can really show off the world, and the doors of Hollywood will always be closed to them."
Harvey said: "Will you let these people sit on the red sofa? No! Would that kind of people be willing to sit on your red sofa? Nor! So without us, Hollywood would not dedicate so much youth to the audience Beautiful faces! When the time comes, the poor audience will have to stare at a bunch of aunts' faces in the cinema helplessly, they have no choice."
"Uh, it's not us, it's people like you." Song Ya made clear.
"Come on, join us, you first pick your eyes in Hollywood, and then reluctantly choose the best one, it must be the most beautiful, the most seductive, the most stimulating, and the best selling. At the box office..."
This guy is simply the devil. Why is it that a red sofa theory is extremely reasonable and necessary? Song Ya felt that he would be brainwashed by him anymore, "Forget it, let's talk about the project."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 418: Spike's modification
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Coming out of the Miramax headquarters, Song Yaman's mind was always talking about Harvey Weinstein. Fortunately, he had seen some Huyou masters, and he hadn't lost his concentration completely.
"I feel that he just fell in love with your eight million dollars. Once co-produced, we can't control Miramax. In Hollywood, it is difficult to find out how much money was actually spent to make a movie. Millions, 8 million accounts, and even half of the photos may be threatened to increase the budget."
Yeremov learned of Harvey Weinstein’s offer from him and said: “Why would Harvey not let Hayden and I follow up and insist on seeing you alone? I just think that the nineteen-year-old is cheating. , Like Marvel took the Panthers and Blade Warriors to find African-American singers to invest."
‘Although 18-year-old girls are innocent, they still have romantic expectations. They believe in love, don’t value profit, and are more likely to reject you because of impulse. But what about the women who broke into Hollywood from Broadway, West End, or Australia when they were twenty-five or six-year-olds who had finished their courses? They know in their hearts that opportunities are dwindling year after year with the passing of their youth. If they don’t sit on the red sofa and seize the opportunity, they can only find a way to fish a good man to marry. Show your power to some setbacks, trust me, there are absolutely few that can hold on...'
"Boss? APLUS!?"
"Ah? What did you just say?" Harvey's voice was always back in Song Ya's mind, and Yeremov's voice reminded him to come back to his senses.
"I said maybe Harvey wanted to pit you." Yeremov said: "You can get a good shot in Hollywood."
"I feel so too...but it's nothing. If I don't have the ability not to make people pitted, will other Hollywood studios let me go? Maybe not." Song Ya asked Hayden: "What is the plan for the evening?"
"I had dinner with Halle Berry and Spike Lee and talked about the script, and then I helped you and Halle Berry packaged a movie, Shalinfen's three hearts, and I will see the new line tomorrow."
Hayden replied: "John Singleton is over. He is asking for five million pieces."
"Five..." Song Ya felt that guy swelled. "Five million is a first-line director's pay in Hollywood, right?"
"His debut work was shortlisted for two Oscars. If Justins, who wrote poems in July, sells well and has a good film critics reputation, he will surely surpass Spike Lee." Hayden replied, "The price can go Let’s talk about it, but I don’t think it is necessary anymore."
"It's also possible that he was embarrassed to refuse directly, so he offered an impossible high price." Yeremov added.
"Forget it. Spike Lee didn't leak the script, right?"
Song Ya crossed out John Singleton in his heart. It's a pity that he likes the movie of Street Boys, especially Singleton's ability to weave the "dreams" of street boys. He knows the bottom blacks better than Spike Lee. What to look at. And after dancing my life and changing the protagonist from white to myself, to some extent, it may be possible to please the audience group similar to the block boy movie. The street boy lives in a muddle-headed life, and then he stays true to his heart and chooses to dance the street dance. The proud white girl in art school...
"He won't. He has a big mouth for other things, but the director's professionalism is still very good, otherwise he won't be today." Hayden said.
In the evening, when he arrived on time for the appointment, Spike Lee had arrived first, and he was wearing glasses writing and scratching on the book in his hand, very attentive, only a cup of steaming coffee in front of him.
"Hey, Spike."
The superficial skill still needs to be in place. Song Ya sat down and watched him dance the script of my life. Many pages were marked with labels, "Is that serious?" Song Ya muttered, yes. This big mouth favorability has increased a lot. "How about the script? Give some advice?"
"There are too many places to dig, and what you want to express is too superficial."
Spike Lee handed over the script, "Watch it for yourself."
Song Ya also took a serious look. The copy paper was full of circles, dots, and traces of deletion. In the beginning, after the conflict between the hero of Halle and the gangster, the protagonist was pulled out of the nightclub by the two companions. Spike Lee added a lot of nagging with a very obvious personal style. Young blacks and whites talked about street crime and racial discrimination in slums together...
Song Ya glanced at the person who was holding the coffee tasting, and continued to watch. The male protagonist went to court for smashing the glass of the art school. Before being sentenced to 200 hours of community service, he spent a long time with the white judge Barabara, and then with the art. The white headmistress of the school is another big talk...
"Huh..." Song Ya let out a sigh, and endured a quick flip to the end. After the black child of one of his companions was shot and killed, the funeral was another very deep conversation about human nature, crime, and race...
Unable to bear it, he threw the script on the table, "Hey, I'm making a youth idol musical, and I didn't expect to go to the film festival to win Spike."
"Fxxk, can't you just pursue it a little bit?" Spike Lee hates this kind of attitude.
"me……"
Song Ya shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands. I didn’t think about the wording of'I' for a long time, and finally had to explode, “My M-Fxxk just wants to make a profitable movie that makes the audience happy to watch. You add so much to me. The dialogue is messy!?"
"Yeah, your movie characters have a monotonous personality, and there is only a little bit of inspirational thinking about life. It is obviously such a good ethnic theme, but it brings out a bunch of empty consumerist shit?" Spike Lee returned.