Hollywood Director 1992

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Los Angeles Union Station.

After the train arrived, Link bid farewell to Matt Damon and Ben Affleck, and set off from Union Station in Chinatown, walking along Sunset Boulevard to the youth apartment at 13 Little Bird Street in West Hollywood.

Closing the door and dropping his backpack, Link flopped onto the bed and fell fast asleep.

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Not knowing how long he had slept, Link was awakened by a strong feeling of hunger. He trembled as he crawled out of bed and rummaged through boxes and cabinets for food, only finding a few slices of stale potato chips and half a package of leftover spaghetti.

Link ran to the faucet and swallowed a few mouthfuls of cold water, which did nothing to satisfy his hunger. He turned on the gas stove, filled half a pot with cold water, poured all the spaghetti into the pot, added some salt, and boiled it over high heat.

He also took a cold shower in the small bathroom and changed into a clean T-shirt and beach shorts.

After the shower, the spaghetti was cooked, emitting an alluring aroma.

Link put the noodles on a plate, poured some ketchup on top, and stirred it with chopsticks. The bland spaghetti immediately turned into brightly colored mixed noodles, like a little goblin, enticing one's appetite.

Link squatted on the ground and shoveled large mouthfuls into his mouth with chopsticks. In less than three minutes, a large plate of spaghetti was completely stuffed into his stomach.

"Comfortable!"

Link leaned back on the sofa, touching his half-full belly, feeling warm and a sense of happiness.

Bang bang bang!

"Link, are you back? I heard someone downstairs say you're back."

Bang bang bang!

"Stop knocking!"

Ever since his dream was shattered, Link began to hate hearing knocks on the door.

"How's the movie doing? Did it win any awards?"

After the door opened, a bodybuilder walked in, sporting a golden-brown flattop hairstyle like Schwarzenegger in his early days, wearing a red vest and blue athletic shorts. The biceps and shoulder muscles of his arms were bulging high, and his large chest muscles were also tightly constricted by the vest straps.

Good muscles, but unfortunately only 170 centimeters tall, and his appearance was also very rough. Short, thick eyebrows and a flat nose were the kind of looks that plastic surgery couldn't save.

His name was Chris Bauer, and he had a movie dream, hoping to become a big star like Schwarzenegger and Stallone, showcasing his muscles on the big screen.

Link met Chris Bauer, who was also running bit parts, when he was running bit parts in the "Zombie Rampage" crew a few months ago.

At that time, the two of them played zombies. Chris Bauer preferred to be conspicuous, flexing his muscles even when playing a zombie, walking with a swaying gait, like a zombie penguin.

The director had to shout "Cut!" every time he filmed him.

Link didn't want to waste time with Chris Bauer, so he gave him pointers on how to act, telling him not to rush to steal the spotlight. It was useless to steal the spotlight on set, as the director would still have to edit it after filming. For zombies like them, there would only be one or two seconds of long-range shots in the finished film at most.

Chris Bauer thought what he said made sense, and his acting instructions were relatively professional, so he asked him for help whenever he encountered problems.

Over time, they became acquaintances.

Chris Bauer often ran around to different crews and was familiar with various film sets. Every time he encountered a bit part with a high salary, he would also introduce it to him so they could earn money together.

This low-rent apartment was also introduced by Chris Bauer.

At the beginning of the year, when filming "Buried," Chris Bauer took the initiative to ask to be the male lead.

Link didn't agree, even if he had to pay him.

One reason was that Chris Bauer's acting skills were poor, and the second was that his appearance wasn't appealing. Watching a loser struggle in a wooden box would only make the audience want him to die sooner.

During filming, Chris Bauer worked as logistics and a porter, and occasionally he was also responsible for props and lighting.

He was considered an insider in the crew.

So after Link came back, Chris Bauer hurriedly ran over to ask him about the situation of "Buried" at the film festival.

"No, this year's Sundance Film Festival competition was relatively fierce. Our 'Buried' was a bit unlucky."

Link sat down, touched his stomach, and felt like he could still eat something.

"Then what about the copyright? Has it been sold? How much did it sell for?"

"No, they offered too little, I didn't want to sell."

Link rubbed his forehead.

"How much is too little in US dollars?"

"Most of them are 50,000 or 100,000, cheaper than Chinese cabbage. They underestimate my movie too much."

"100,000 US dollars is pretty good. You only spent 20,000 to make this movie. Selling it for 100,000 earns 80,000, that's 80,000 US dollars."

"Don't mention it. I won't sell my movie for less than ten million. Have you eaten yet? Let's go out for barbecue to celebrate the successful closing of the Sundance Film Festival."

Link put his arm around Chris Bauer's shoulders and went out.

There are many acting schools near Little Bird Street in West Hollywood, as well as a large number of low-rent apartments, providing teaching and accommodation services for thousands of young extras who come to Hollywood to pursue their dreams.

There are also many mid- to low-end restaurants here, KFC, McDonald's, Chinese restaurants, Mexican restaurants, hot dog shops, fast food restaurants, and small bars including catering services.

The prices are mostly not expensive, and 10 US dollars can basically fill you up.

After Link clearly asked Chris Bauer about the amount in his wallet, he walked into a Mexican restaurant and ordered a 500-gram fried pork chop, two slices of toasted bread, and a large glass of draft beer.

"Hey, Link, Link the great director, how's your movie? Did it win the Sundance Film Festival award?"

As soon as he sat down, an acquaintance living in the youth apartment shouted loudly.

"No! A little bit unlucky."

"What about the movie copyright? Is anyone willing to distribute your movie?"

The person opposite him asked.

"No, those people have no vision."

"Haha, we expected it. A bit-part actor running to be a director? Too fanciful."

"Link, I told you a long time ago, focus on running bit parts to earn money, don't have too many ideas. You thought we were jealous of you, hehe, how is it now?"

"Michael is right, directing is a very high-level job, not something anyone can do if they want to. If you can just shoot one and sell it for money, everyone in the world would be a director."

"That's right, hahaha!"

No mistake, one first, one hair, one inside, one content, one in one, look!

Several men and women in the opposite booth teased him with laughter.

"Hmph, Link dared to spend money to make a movie just because he wanted to. Do you dare?"

Chris Bauer retorted, flexing his muscles.

"Who wouldn't dare to do such a thing, we're just not that stupid."

"Yes, we've also been following the Sundance Film Festival news during this time. Link, what's the name of your movie? 'Buried', right? There isn't a single news article about 'Buried' in the newspaper. There are a lot of news about Quentin Tarantino's movie 'Reservoir Dogs'."

"Quentin is popular now. There's a lot of news about him and 'Reservoir Dogs' in movie magazines. I heard that he was favored by Mr. Harvey Weinstein, the boss of Miramax Films, a billionaire. Quentin is so lucky."

"Quentin is very talented, not an ordinary person. I saw it a long time ago. He will definitely become a great director in the future. I bet on it."

Speaking of Quentin Tarantino, the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became lively.

Because Quentin also lived in this low-rent apartment, and because of his peculiar appearance, many people knew him.

Now that Quentin and his "Reservoir Dogs" have shone brightly at the Sundance Film Festival and have been favored by Hollywood tycoon Harvey Weinstein, everyone is expressing their opinions, praising Quentin for being talented and lucky, and some say that Quentin is an inspirational idol and they should learn from him.

People who have spoken to Quentin are talking about their encounters with Quentin, praising Quentin for being very approachable and a very nice person.

Everyone was filled with emotion, wishing they could take his place.

"Quentin is indeed very amazing. I knew you should have befriended him in advance and built a good relationship with him. I remember you knew him."

Chris Bauer lowered his head and said softly.

"You're right."

Link wrapped a piece of pork chop in a vegetable leaf and stuffed it into his mouth.

These pork chops are all made from the meat on both sides of the pig's back, mostly lean meat. Before making them, they are marinated for half a day with Mexican-specific seasonings such as salt, chili powder, garlic powder, oregano powder, and annatto powder.

After the meat has completely absorbed the aroma of the seasonings, it is taken out and placed in the oven with pineapple chunks to bake.

When it comes out of the oven, the pork chops are golden in color, with oil sizzling on the surface, not only the aroma of meat, but also the aroma of seasonings and the fragrance of pineapple.

One bite of meat and you're not hungry anymore, and your worries are gone.

"Quentin is back!"

Suddenly someone shouted outside.

"Quentin is back to move. I heard he's preparing to move to a villa in Beverly Hills."

Hearing that Quentin was back to move, many people in the restaurant put down their knives and forks and walked outside.

"Quentin is back to move, should we go take a look?"

Chris Bauer asked.

"Let's eat first, we'll talk about it after we finish."

"Then I'll go take a look, maybe he'll leave a role for me in his next play."

Chris Bauer put down his fork and ran outside.

Link ate the pork chop in his hand and suddenly remembered something. He swallowed the meat hard.

"Hey, Chris, you didn't pay the bill!"