At night, Nicholson's stretched Lincoln cruised down Sunset Boulevard, filled with men.
In addition to Martin and Leonardo, Wes Craven also came.
The old man said to Martin: "You are awesome. You are another North American box office champion. The North American box office of Wanted is bound to exceed 100 million. Two consecutive films have exceeded 100 million in North America. You are riding a rocket to rise."
Facing Craven, Martin was somewhat modest: "The summer of jeans does not exceed 100 million."
Craven has a completely different view: "You are not the starring role in that film. Strictly speaking, it cannot be counted in your total commercial box office, and the producer does not take it seriously."
“This little bastard is good at hype,” Nicholson said.
Leonardo interjected: "I heard Julie call you teacher? Martin, those things that Julie is hyping up are not taught by you, are they?"
The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was like this: "Before she joined the cast of Wanted, Julie was just a chaotic woman who couldn't figure out the situation. She was not so capable of causing trouble. After she was confirmed to star in Wanted at the beginning of the year, she seemed to be a different person. Promote yourself like the Virgin Mary."
Of course Martin would not admit: "It has nothing to do with me."
Nicholson pointed at his eyes and said disdainfully: "Based on my experience, you and Julie are definitely having an affair. It's still a very abnormal relationship. Don't deny it. Perverts know perverts best. I am an old pervert." With just one look, I can tell that you two are little perverts."
Martin countered: "If I hadn't been in a good mood today, I would have thrown you out of the car, put your head down, stuck into the ground, and spent the night with the asphalt."
The car arrived at the nightclub where he often went. Craven made a phone call and drove directly into the backyard.
Four people entered the club and each ordered their favorite dancers.
When I came out, I met a group of people.
Harvey saw the four people coming out at a glance and greeted each other: "Good evening, Leo, Jack, Wes, and Martin."
Martin smiled and nodded as if he didn't know anything.
Behind Harvey, there are Matt Damon, Ben Affleck and Brad Pitt.
The two sides met by chance and exchanged just a few words.
After passing by, Martin was at the end, and Harvey suddenly said: "Congratulations, Martin, another box office champion."
Martin is naturally quite polite in front of others: "Compared to what you have done, my achievements are insignificant."
Harvey looked at him and smiled, a kind smile.
Pete interjected: "You did a good job."
Hearing these words, Martin unconsciously thought of other things, glanced at Damon, and said: "Brad, thank you Plan B for your recommendation on the crew of The Departed. Without your recommendation, I wouldn't have been able to get the second leading role. "
Damon's eyes immediately turned to Peter, but he didn't say anything.
Pete responded calmly: "Plan B is not mine alone."
Martin nodded: "Anyway, thank you."
Pete had a charming smile.
Martin followed Nicholson upstairs.
When the four of them went upstairs, Harvey greeted: "Let's go and choose the girl of your choice. Quentin and Robert are waiting for us."
He patted Pete and Damon and said, "It's just a little thing."
The two of them had already filmed on the same crew and were familiar with each other. They smiled and followed Harvey to select people.
Ten minutes later, they entered a VIP private room.
There were already four people in the room, two of them men, namely Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez.
The other two young girls were sitting on the sofa, with their long legs stretched out to reveal their white feet. They looked like they were club dancers.
Two famous directors are very busy.
Quentin is talking, Rodriguez is doing it.
Peter could clearly see that the feet of the person serving Quentin seemed to have been soaked in the bath for too long, and the skin was wrinkled.
In comparison, Rodriguez is much more normal.
The dancers ordered by Peter and others arrived one after another.
Only then did Quentin raise his head. With his strange appearance and the drool on his lips, his smile was a little scary: "You are all here."
Pete greeted the two directors.
Harvey sat on a sofa and said, "We established a mutual support team and supported each other in Hollywood until today."
Peter was not surprised. There are many similar organizations in Hollywood, such as the Bad Boys Gang.
Harvey looked towards Pitt: "Today, we welcomed a new member, Brad Pitt."
Pete nodded slightly in greeting.
Harvey said: "Peter is welcome to join, but there is a small ceremony before he officially joins."
Pete thought it was a ceremony similar to that of Coca-Cola or Scientology, and said, "Then let's start early."
Harvey clapped his hands, and the dancers who followed them took off their high heels, sat on the sofa, and crossed their calves and feet.
Quentin, the pervert, spreads his arms and says, "Enjoy this!"
Almost at the same moment, in another VIP room farthest away from here, four people, Martin and Leonardo, were being crushed in the face by rolling wheels.
The wheels are very white and the rubber is very soft. It feels very comfortable and refreshing when pressed against the face.
Leonardo said: "I am almost obsessed with this feeling. Every time the wheels pass by, I feel that my IQ has increased by 10."
Martin removed his mouth and nose from between the wheels: "Because your IQ is only 10, Leo!"
The huge wheel pressed over his mouth, and Leonardo couldn't speak, so he could only give Martin a middle finger.
Nicholson suddenly patted the white girl in front of him on the butt: "I finally understand why I couldn't feel refreshed last time."
Craven didn't know: "Why?"
Nicholson laughed and said, "The color is wrong!"
Martin didn't let him continue: "Guys, let me ask you one thing. Which of you is familiar with the British director Danny Boyle?"
Leonardo raised his hand, waited for the wheel to roll past his mouth and nose, then tilted his head and said: "I worked with him in the adventure film "The Beach" in 2000. He is not a traditional British director, not so conservative and rigid."
He stopped suddenly and turned to ask Martin: "What did you ask him for?"
Martin said: "I wanted to promote a new project and was short of a suitable director, so he recommended himself."
"Oh, the film is a success and a box office hit. It's really different!" Nicholson continued: "Even a young boy like you has a famous director come to your door automatically."
Martin replied unceremoniously: "Times have changed!"
Leonardo learned a lot about Martin through the project "The Departed". Martin was able to attract tens of millions of dollars in investment, and with the support of Pacific Pictures behind him, it was not difficult to promote a medium-sized project.
He said he understood: "I don't know the type of your project. If it is an action film like Wanted, and you find Danny Boyle as the director, you are definitely looking for the wrong person. If it is an exaggerated drama, , then there’s nothing wrong with finding him.”
Martin's vision for the new project will include some action scenes, but Chad, the action director and assistant director, is sufficient for the action scenes, and the plot needs to be checked.
Leonardo added: "How should I put it? Danny is different from traditional British people. As you can see from Trainspotting, he has a rebellious temperament that is a combination of Kubrick and Quentin. On the set, He is very flamboyant and will use exaggerated body movements to demonstrate for the actors, and never sticks to dogma.”
Martin watched "Trainspotting" and "28 Days Later" this afternoon. Danny Boyle is indeed not a traditional British director.
Craven asked at this time: "The adaptation project of the "Dark Realm" you showed me?"
"Yes, that's it." Martin couldn't help but let Craven watch it and discuss some plot settings. The old man has directed, written and produced too many movies in his life, and his experience is not very rich.
Craven said: "Based on what you told me, I think he should be suitable. I have basically read all his works."
Martin decided to contact him privately first: "Leo, you are familiar with Danny Boyle. Ask him to come out and have a chat someday."
Leonardo said: "Okay, when my party is held, I will invite him to attend."
He extended an invitation to Craven again.
Unexpectedly, Craven refused: "I haven't been in good health recently. The doctor asked me to pay attention to my maintenance, so I won't go."
Martin reminded: "Go get a full body check-up."
Craven said with a smile: "I just did it last week. It's nothing. I'm just old and can't keep up with my energy."
Martin asked Leonardo again: "When will the party be held?"
"Be patient and wait." Leonardo said: "I have to be fully prepared. I can't be compared with your yacht party. I will definitely surprise you and have fun all at once!"
Martin asked no more questions and continued to enjoy the facial washing service.
Half an hour later, the four people came out of the VIP room and got on the car from the backyard.
When the extended-length Lincoln was started, Martin looked through the car window and noticed that Harvey, Pete and the others also left the club and entered the backyard.
But compared to before, there are two more people, Quentin and Rodriguez.
For some reason, Martin noticed that Peter was wiping his mouth with a tissue, which looked quite strange.
Craven also saw it and said, "It looks like Brad Pitt has joined Harvey and Quentin's gang."
Martin was surprised: "Footband? What is it?"
When the Weinstein brothers were still at Miramax, Craven worked with them many times and knew them well. He simply explained: "It's a small group organization similar to the Bad Boys. The core is Harvey and Quentin. I gave them that name because of Quentin's crazy foot fetish."
Leonardo asked: "Wes, they didn't invite you to join?"
Craven blocked his nose: "I'm not interested in licking other people's smelly feet, even if they are soaked in perfume."
Nicholson became interested: "They're called the Foot Gang, what about us? What's our name? We can't call them the Coca-Cola Cult, right? It's too cheap for Martin!"
Perverts and perverts always have something in common, so Martin automatically answered: "Are we called the Face Gang?"
Nicholson nodded: "That name sounds good, it's much classier than their ankle boots!"
Martin laughed loudly: "Then just ask Lian to help."
The other three people all agreed with Martin's words.
(End of chapter)
