America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 901 - 853 The Shortcut of Black People_2
Chapter 901: Chapter 853: The Shortcut of Black People_2
Chapter 901: Chapter 853: The Shortcut of Black People_2
“Moonlight,” Aniston said, “is just a temporary name, whether it will change or not depends on how my talks with Barry Jenkins go.”
Upon hearing the name “Moonlight,” Martin immediately thought of an incident that had occurred at the Oscars.
It had to do with “La La Land.”
In his previous life, that film had been a hot contender at the Oscars. There had been a mix-up when presenters announced “La La Land” as the Best Picture winner, with the whole crew even going on stage to accept the award. However, the Academy and the directors suddenly claimed they were given the wrong envelope, and that the winner was actually a Black movie packed with Buff awards, “Moonlight Boy.”
That year’s Oscars left behind countless controversies. The extent of the criticism was even worse than when “Shakespeare in Love” beat “Saving Private Ryan” in 1999.
Whether or not the envelope was truly mixed up, the incident considerably damaged the Oscars’ credibility.
After reminiscing for a moment, Martin said, “You might want to give it a try, this type of film still has a market among certain specific groups.”
Aniston replied, “I’ll go and discuss the official rights with Barry Jenkins.”
Martin reminded her, “Just make sure to control the scale of investment. This kind of film has its audience, but its reach isn’t particularly broad. It’s best to keep production costs around the million dollars level.”
Aniston kept his words in mind, leaned over, and kissed Martin’s cheek, “The hundreds of billions you owe me will be kept on the account for now. Once I finalize this project, I’ll come to collect.”
Martin smiled, “You can call me anytime.”
Aniston stood up and left, heading towards a group of Black people.
Martin watched for a moment and noticed Aniston talking with a middle-aged Black man and an agent from CAA.
It seemed likely the Black man was Barry Jenkins.
Louise Rayer came over at this point, pulled out a chair, and sat opposite Martin. Following his gaze to the Black group in the distance, she spoke softly, “What’s this, are you interested in the Black community? Do you want me to find you some Black women?”
Martin quickly shook his head, “Better not, I’m not interested at all.”
Louise lightly kicked Martin under the table, “If you do anything with a Black woman, don’t expect to put that thing into…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Martin cut her off and pointed at Aniston, “Jen just came to talk to me about a film project.”
He briefly explained.
Louise said, “In the future, will all the movies just be about ghosts and monsters?”
Martin averted his gaze and said in a low voice, “I reckon plenty of Black directors, screenwriters, or actors in Hollywood have discovered a shortcut to success, and those with a sharp sense of smell have begun to utilize it.”
“Is it my imagination or do you think you’ve led Hollywood astray?” Louise frowned, “Nowadays many directors, screenwriters, and producers focus not on improving the quality of the films themselves but on exploiting these oddities instead. Is this not a case of priorities gone awry?”
She seemed worried, “In the short term, this surely pleases minority groups and increases audience numbers and revenue. But what about the long term? If normal audiences see too much of it, could they become disgusted? Could they abandon such tedious elements, or even avoid films altogether whenever they’re present?”
Martin spoke seriously, “That’s why we won’t indulge in this mess. Films should be made the way they’re meant to be made, and we must maintain our good reputation.”
In his last few years from the previous life, under Robert Iger’s successor, Walt Disney’s movies were not only bland in plot but also crammed with various LGBTQI elements.
At first, it seemed spectator numbers increased.
But not long after, these types of films suffered setbacks, many international markets outright closed their doors, and even North American viewers, the core market of Disney, began to boycott Disney’s productions.
This was particularly true for Disney animations. Many North American parents prohibited their children from watching Disney cartoons.
After “Zootopia,” Disney and Pixar’s non-sequel animated movies saw a sharp decline in commercial success, with more failures than successes, and this trend definitely played a role.
Louise said, “I’m relieved you think this way.” She was somewhat concerned, “In recent years, you’ve gained a lot using unconventional methods. Fortunately, you haven’t become obsessed with these means and always remember that the quality of the work is what attracts the audience.”
Martin smiled, “I only resort to messy tactics once the film quality is up to standard.”
Leonardo and Nicholson brought over a huge group of people, asking Martin and Louise to join for a group photo.
After a while of rowdy behavior from the drunk crowd, they eventually dispersed.
When Martin left the Hilton Hotel, Silsa Ronan slipped into his car.
Bruce started the car and headed for the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.
Silsa said, “Do you still remember Greta Gerwig?”
Martin nodded, “Choreographer of ‘La La Land,’ Mandy Moore’s friend, one of the lead screenwriters for ‘Beauty and the Beast,’ your friend.”
“Last time I mentioned to you she wanted to direct herself and had a movie idea adapted from her own experiences,” Silsa spoke quickly, “I told her about you, she has finished the first draft of her screenplay and has given it to me, wanting me to pass it on to you.”
Martin remembered these things and asked, “Are you close to her?”
Silsa told the truth, “Greta has told me a few times, I remind her of her younger self, and for the female lead that comes from her own experiences, no one is more suitable than me.”
Martin looked at Silsa in her slip dress, “Okay, bring me the script tomorrow.”
“I had someone take it to the hotel, she’s waiting for me in the hotel lobby right now,” Silsa was prepared, “You’ll be able to see it in a moment.”
Martin said, “Okay, I’ll look at the script tonight.”
Silsa added, “Then you can watch me dance.”
Martin reached out and gently touched Silsa’s hair, as smooth as satin.
The car arrived at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, Silsa fetched the script from the lobby on the first floor.
Bruce accompanied Martin upstairs, checked the room as usual, and said, “Tonight I’m going to Venice Beach.”
Martin knew the Kardashian sisters had arrived; he had seen them at the Oscar night party, “Go ahead, I’ll give you five days off.”
Bruce smiled, “I won’t need that long.”
Martin deliberately asked, “How many of the sisters have come?”
“Uh…” Bruce hesitated then said, “Aside from Kim and Khloe, Kendall is also here.”
Martin remembered Taylor mentioning, “Kendall’s turned eighteen, hasn’t she? Old Cloth, you’re really talented!”
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Bruce quickly denied, “Don’t slander me, there’s nothing but a pure friendship between me and Kendall, do not slander me.”
Martin scoffed, “I remember a few years back, you told me you were just friends with Khloe, and what happened?”
Bruce quickly found an excuse, “Can Khloe and Kendall be the same? Look at Khloe’s figure, and Kendall? She has a figure like Jody’s…”
Upon mentioning Jody, Bruce suddenly shut his mouth.
Perhaps he had spent too much time with Jody over the years, he began to think her kind of figure wasn’t bad after all.
But Martin said, “Old Cloth, don’t I know you? Their combined effect far outweighs things like figure.”
Bruce couldn’t deny it and thus stopped talking.
Martin patted Old Cloth’s shoulder, “Go enjoy your night.”
Bruce said no more, left the room, gave a few instructions to the other bodyguards, and departed the hotel for Venice Beach, to join the Kardashian sisters’ night.
While driving, Bruce suddenly remembered something, wasn’t Kelly Jenner almost 17?
He recalled Khloe mentioning, Kelly was born in 1997, and it was now 2014.
Meanwhile, Martin sat by the window near the sky garden, and after waiting a few minutes, Silsa Ronan entered the room carrying a thick script.
She locked the door, handed the script to Martin, and said, “Here it is.”
Martin glanced at it, the script’s cover read “Lady Bird,” screenwriter’s name: Greta Gerwig.
He knew how to make a girl feel valued, set the script aside, and said, “First, let’s see your new dance.”
Silsa took out a lace dance outfit, “Wait for me, I’ll go change.”
