Exploiting Hollywood 1980

Chapter 593: Come on, tell Ronald

   Chapter 593 Quick, tell Ronald

   "Car accident, car accident, lost his mind", the ambulance came, and Bruckheimer nervously explained the situation to the people who came down and wore uniforms.

   "Drip...drip...drip..."

   "Heart rate and breathing are normal. The loss of consciousness may be due to a brain injury. Take it to the UCLA Hospital, where the first aid is good."

   Ronald and Bruckheimer jumped into the ambulance and escorted Don Simpson to the hospital.

   "Patient's name, age, accident."

"He's my friend Don Simpson, forty-two years old. He was in a car accident when he was parked. His face was covered in blood, and we didn't see what happened." Bruckheimer went to answer the first responders' questions. .

   "Crash while parking? Have you been drinking?"

"No……"

  The various testing instruments on Don Simpson's body were connected to the monitor on the hospital bed. Ronald was relieved to see that his heart rate was relatively stable.

   "Wo Zaina? Is the womb swollen?" Don Simpson seemed to have regained his senses, but his mouth was swollen from the bump, his nose seemed to be broken, the blood flowed nonstop, and his speech was a little unclear.

   "Doctor, doctor, the patient seems to be awake." Ronald hurriedly called the emergency doctor.

   "Does he have a history of drug abuse?" The doctor glanced at Don Simpson's pupils with a flashlight, and then checked the emergency medication. Ordinarily, a patient in a car accident should not be so excited.

   "Uh... I can only say that he may have been affected by drugs." Ronald had to admit ambiguously.

   "Don't worry, we are doctors and don't care about LAPD. But after 48 hours of observation here, you'd better send him to a rehab center. In my experience, he's taking a lot of medication."

   "Don is a Hollywood producer, and his job doesn't allow him to go to a rehab center now," Bruckheimer replied.

   "Well, this is personal freedom, I'm going to push him to the emergency ward now, where he will be hospitalized for 48 hours of observation."

"Um, ah... Jie Rui, fall down, nest... I want to shoot hot... woo woo..." Don Simpson's mouth swollen like two sausages, still trying his best to give Bruckheimer and Ronald Say something.

   "Don't worry, the emergency doctor said that you were just traumatized, as long as you have dealt with it, you will be fine." Bruckheimer comforted.

   "Don, you'll be fine soon!" Ronald was cheering him on.

   "Um...uh..." Don Simpson danced on the hospital bed, ignoring the oxygen mask the doctor put on him, and even held Ronald to speak.

   "Addict?" another emergency doctor asked.

  Doctor shrugged, "After the commander raised the minimum drinking age, now the patients in car accidents... are almost catching up with drinking and driving."

   "Stop screaming, I'll let you get a good night's sleep." The emergency doctor took out a tranquilizer and stabbed it at Don Simpson's ass.

"Quick, tell Jerry, tell Ronald...Paramount CEO Frank Mancuso is sending someone...Tom...Kilmer...McGillis...be careful." Don Simpson struggled feebly. He stopped, then turned his head away, and fell asleep.

"I said, can Tang continue to work in this situation?" Ronald called Bud, and took them to the famous Hair Country Restaurant in West Hollywood. Tang originally booked a dinner for the composer George W. Moroder.

   "It seems that the situation is really bad now. Let's see what the doctor says. If it doesn't work, I can sign and send him to the Rehabilitation Center first."

"I know a family, and a friend of mine is in it. I'm coming out soon. I heard that it was run by a doctor at the Sinai Medical Center. It works well... Hi, George." Rodell, got up and hugged him.

"This is my partner, Harold Faltemeyer. We started composing for the movie together, and I gotta say, I didn't sleep at night after reading the script, it was so exciting. I haven't watched it in a long time. Here's to this one-man Hollywood script."

   Several people chatted about their understanding of the script while eating. After three main courses were used up, while waiting for dessert, Ronald took a wine glass and chatted with Harold Faltemeyer.

  Harold Faltemeyer, a German-born composer, was assigned to compose the theme song without lyrics.

"My idea for the theme song is to let the audience enter the atmosphere for the first time. At the beginning, it is best to have a melody to let them immediately enter the mood of the western cowboy, just like the 'Red Dead Redemption' Li Morricone gave Same as Eastwood's whistle." Ronald began to express his understanding.

   "Actually, I already wrote the theme song." Harold Faltemeyer wiped his mouth with a napkin, speaking with a heavy German accent.

   "Really? When can I hear it, your efficiency is really fast." Ronald couldn't wait to hear the melody of the bells in the smoke in the dream, which impressed him very much.

   "Uh, I just wrote the melody, and I haven't had time to get someone to record a demo. When do you want to hear it?" Harold Faltemeyer replied. Originally, the filming of ordinary movies was completed, and the episode was only introduced when the editing began. Why was the director in such a hurry?

  "I want to listen to it after dinner", Ronald wanted to know very urgently, did the other party just write the song in his dream?

   The bell melody at the beginning can quickly bring out the audience's emotions. This is a powerful tool to mobilize the audience's hormones. It is no less than another killer of this film. The navy cooperates with the directly shot fighter fighting scenes.

   "This... well, I'll find someone to record a demo later. It's almost done at night, and I can give it to you early in the morning."

   "Don't be late tomorrow, I have to go to a meeting with the naval advisor tomorrow morning. You can call me whenever you record it, no matter how late."

  "Then I'll go now", Harold Faltemeyer stopped eating desserts, and immediately stood up and went back to the studio.

   Early the next morning, Ronald was in his office, waiting for Navy advisor and messenger Pete Pettigrew to come over to discuss the latest Pentagon comments on the script.

He was wearing a Sony Walkman headset, and it was playing at two o'clock last night. Harold Faltemeyer asked a guitarist Stevens to play the guitar overnight, and he played the piano himself. Sample theme song.

   "When... when... when..." Harold used the piano to simulate the bell, although it was not as perfect as in his dream, it was already very infectious, and everyone who heard it said it was very exciting.

   "Ronald, the Navy side, the main opinions on the script are these aspects." Pete Pettigrew, a former TopGun lecturer, turned to several controversial points in the script.

   "First, there is a problem with the ending of the stupid goose being hit by machine guns in the air in the conflict with the enemy, which will make the public feel that the naval fighters are incompetent, and can't compare to the fighters of our Soviet Union.

   "But at this point in the story, the goose must die to facilitate the transformation of the Lone Ranger." Ronald was anxious.

   "I didn't say that I wouldn't let him die, but I just had to change the way of death. I wouldn't let the stupid goose die, which is reminiscent of the quality problem of the Tomcat fighter. For example, we can let him die in an accident."

   "Then think of an accident for me. I don't know what kind of accident can make people not doubt the power of fighter jets."

   "Okay," Pete Pettigrew began to note that he had a wide range of friends in the Navy, his apprentices were elite pilots, and he knew almost all of the F-14A's accidents.

   "Then you know, Instructor Charlie can't be a soldier, the Pentagon made it clear she has to be a civilian specialist, hired by the Navy. We can't tolerate two officers falling in love."

   "Okay, it's good to settle down." Ronald also made a note, and quickly asked the hair stylist, costumer, and makeup artist to concentrate on creating the image of a working girl for McGillis.

   "Anything else?" Ronald looked up at each other.

"Also, in the battle that took place on the aircraft carrier at the beginning, the jaguar couldn't have vertigo in the air because he was cowardly approaching the enemy. We had to think of a braver person for him, and he had psychological problems. Navy pilots can't be A coward."

   "I wrote it down, and you can help me think about it when the time comes." Ronald closed the notebook, took off his earphones, and handed them to Pete Pettigrew, listen to our theme song, how does it feel?

  Pete Pettigrew listened for a while, his eyes lit up, "This melody is very suitable for the Navy."

   "Very well, when it's time to shoot, I have all the actors listen to it every day."

  …

   "This piece of music is really, it makes people bloody."

  Tom Cruise also came to the office and was very happy after listening to a tape of the theme song that Ronald prepared for him.

  He let Paula put away the tape in his Walkman, and continued to listen to the theme song while shaking his head.

This tape is the script's lines. Because of his dyslexia, Tom Cruise has to recite the lines of the scenes to be filmed every day. The last time he read the script, he just memorized it by rote, and tried to identify the script. The text is barely without embarrassment.

   "Tuk Tuk", Bruckheimer knocked on the door.

   "So be it, Tom, get ready, we'll start shooting next week."

   Ronald stood up and went to the hospital with Bruckheimer to see Don Simpson.

   "This is his blood test report. Look at these three data. His content is very high. Your friend is on the verge of sudden death at any time."

  The doctor showed them what Don Simpson appeared to be a mix of drugs.

   "I think, for the sake of his life, you might as well put him in a rehab center for a while."

   Bruckheimer and Ronald looked at each other, and it seemed that Don had to go in for a period of recuperation to keep his body healthy.

  Don Simpson woke up from the hospital bed and saw several burly men who were the staff of the Rehabilitation Center who came to pick him up.

  Don didn't know what was going on and started yelling, crying and making trouble.

   "Don't worry, it's your friends Bruckheimer, and Ronald, the rehab center they helped you contact. Just go and live there for a while."

   "I'm going to call Jerry, and Ronald, I have something important to discuss with them, get them to bring the script and make-up photos. Ah!"

  The doctor at the Rehabilitation Center put another sedative on Tang's ass.

   "Script, set photo, what is that? Is it the name of the new drug?"

   The doctor asked several staff members who were transporting uncooperative patients.

   "Don't know, shall we start moving?" They pointed to Don Simpson, who was beginning to sleep on the bed.

   "Move it, these...the acting skills are very good, don't be deceived by them."

   "I'm not...Quick, tell Ronald, tell Jerry..."

   "You'd better go to the rehab center and call them yourself." The two big men put Don Simpson, who was about to fall asleep, into the ambulance.

   (end of this chapter)

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