America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 257 Face Help and Foot Help
Under the cover of night, Nicholson's stretched Lincoln shuttled along Sunset Boulevard, the car full of men.

In addition to Martin and Leonardo, Wes Craven also came.

The old man said to Martin, "You are amazing, you have another North American box office champion. Wanted will definitely make over 100 million in North America. Two films in a row have made over 100 million in North America. You are rising like a rocket."

In front of Craven, Martin was somewhat modest: "The summer of jeans didn't exceed 100 million."

Craven's view is completely different: "You are not the lead actor in that movie, so strictly speaking it cannot be counted in your total commercial box office, and the producers don't take it seriously."

“This little bastard is good at hype,” Nicholson said.

Leonardo interrupted, "I heard Julie call you teacher? Martin, those things that Julie hyped, weren't you the one who taught her?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case: "Before Julie joined the Wanted crew, she was just a confused woman who didn't understand the situation and wasn't capable of causing trouble. After she was confirmed to star in Wanted at the beginning of the year, she seemed to have become a different person. She's almost hyping herself up as the Virgin Mary."

Of course Martin would not admit it: "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, and it's a very abnormal relationship. Don't deny it. Perverts know perverts best. As an old pervert, I can tell that you two are little perverts at a glance."

Martin shot back: "If I wasn't in a good mood today, I would definitely throw you out of the car and let you face down into the ground and spend the night with the asphalt."

The car arrived at the nightclub he often went to. Craven made a phone call and drove straight into the backyard.

Four people entered the club and each ordered a dancer of their choice.

When I came out, I met a group of people.

Harvey spotted the four people coming out and greeted them one by one: "Good evening, Leo, Jack, Wes, and Martin."

Martin smiled and nodded, as if he knew nothing.

Behind Harvey are Matt Damon, Ben Affleck and Brad Pitt.

The two sides met by chance and exchanged a few pleasantries.

As they passed each other, Martin walked at the end. Harvey suddenly said, "Congratulations, Martin, another box office champion."

Martin was 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 chimed in: "You're doing a good job."

Martin couldn't help but think of something else after hearing this. He glanced at Damon and said, "Brad, thank you for recommending Plan B to The Departed. Without your recommendation, I wouldn't have gotten the second lead."

Damon's eyes immediately turned to Peter's direction but he said nothing.

Peter responded calmly: "Plan B is not mine alone."

Martin nodded: "Anyway, thank you."

Pete smiled charmingly.

Martin followed Nicholson up the stairs.

When the four of them went upstairs, Harvey called out, "Let's go and choose the girl we like. Quentin and Robert are waiting for us."

He patted Peter and Damon and said, "It's just a small matter."

The two had filmed in the same crew before and were familiar with each other. They smiled and followed Harvey to select people.

Ten minutes later, they entered a VIP room.

There were already four people in the room, two of whom were men, Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez.

The other two young girls were sitting on the sofa, their long legs raised to reveal their white feet. Judging from their attire, they looked like dancers in the club.

The two famous directors are very busy.

Quentin is moving his mouth, and Rodriguez is moving his hands.

Pete could see clearly that the man serving Quentin had wrinkled feet, as if he had been in the bath for too long.

In comparison, Rodriguez is much more normal.

The dancers ordered by Pete and his friends arrived one after another.

Quentin raised his head at this time. His strange appearance and saliva on his lips made him smile in a slightly scary way: "You are all here."

Pitt greeted the two directors.

Harvey sat on a sofa and said, "We have established a mutual support team and supported each other in Hollywood until today."

Pitt was not surprised, as there were many similar organizations in Hollywood, such as the Brute Force.

Harvey looked at Pitt and said, "Today, we welcome a new member, Brad Pitt."

Pete gave a slight nod of greeting.

Harvey said, "Welcome Pete, but there is still a small ceremony before you officially join."

Peter thought it was a ritual similar to the Coca Cola Cult or Scientology, and said, "Then let's start early."

Harvey clapped his hands, and the dancers who followed them up took off their high heels, sat on the sofa, and crossed their legs and feet.

Quentin, the pervert, opened his arms and said, "Enjoy it!" Almost at the same time, in another VIP room farthest from here, Martin, Leonardo and four others were having their faces crushed by the rolling wheels.

The wheels are very white and the rubber is very soft, and pressing them on your face makes you feel very comfortable and refreshed.

Leonardo said: "I am almost addicted to this feeling. Every time the wheels pass by, I feel that my IQ increases by 10."

Martin moved his nose out from between the wheels: "Because your IQ is only 10, Leo!"

The huge wheel rolled over his mouth, and Leonardo was unable to speak. He could only give Martin the middle finger.

Nicholson suddenly patted the white girl's butt in front of him: "I finally understand why I couldn't be refreshed last time."

Craven didn't know: "Why?"

Nicholson laughed and said, “It’s the wrong color!”

Martin stopped him from continuing: "Guys, let me ask you one thing, who among 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 stereotyped."

He suddenly stopped and turned to Martin, "What are you asking him?"

Martin said: "I wanted to promote a new project and was in need of a suitable director, so he recommended himself."

"Oh, the film is a success and it's a big hit at the box office, it's really different!" Nicholson continued, "Even a young man like you has famous directors coming to you automatically."

Martin replied bluntly: "Times have changed!"

Through the project of The Departed, Leonardo learned a lot about Martin. Martin was able to attract tens of millions of dollars in investment and had the support of Pacific Pictures behind him, so it was not difficult for him to promote a medium-sized project.

He said he understood: "I don't know the type of your project. If it's an action movie like Wanted, you've definitely chosen the wrong person to direct Danny Boyle. If it's an exaggerated drama, then it's right to choose him."

Martin's idea for the new project is that there will be some action scenes, but Chad, the action director and assistant director, is enough for the action scenes, and someone needs to check the plot.

Leonardo DiCaprio added: "How should I put it? Danny is different from the traditional British people. You can see from Trainspotting that he has a rebellious temperament that is a combination of Kubrick and Quentin. He is very flamboyant on the set and will use exaggerated body movements to demonstrate to the actors. He never sticks to dogma."

Martin watched "Trainspotting" and "28 Days Later" this afternoon. Danny Boyle is indeed not a traditional British director.

Craven then asked, "What about the adaptation project of the novel "Dark Realm" that you showed me?"

"Yes, that's it." Martin not only let Craven read the novel, but also discussed some plot settings. The old man has directed, written and produced too many film works in his life, and his experience is extremely rich.

Craven said, "Based on what you told me, I think he should be suitable. I have read almost all of his works."

Martin decided to contact him privately first: "Leo, you are familiar with Danny Boyle, ask him out for a chat someday."

Leonardo said: "Okay, when my party is held, I will invite him to attend."

He extended another invitation to Craven.

Unexpectedly, Craven refused: "I haven't been feeling well lately. The doctor told me to take care of myself. I won't go."

Martin reminded: "Go get a full body check."

Craven smiled and said, "I just did it last week. It's nothing. I'm just old and my energy can't keep up."

Martin then asked Leonardo, "When is the party?"

"Be patient." Leonardo said, "I have to be fully prepared. I can't let you outdo me on your yacht party. I will definitely surprise you and let you have fun all at once!"

Martin didn't ask any more questions and continued to enjoy the face washing service.

Half an hour later, four people came out of the VIP room and got into the car from the backyard.

When the extended Lincoln started, Martin saw through the car window that Harvey, Pete and his group also left the club and went into the backyard.

But compared to before, there are two more people, Quentin and Rodriguez.

For some reason, Martin noticed that Pete was constantly 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 foot gang."

Martin was surprised: "Foot? What is that?"

When the Weinstein brothers were still at Miramax, Craven had worked with them many times and knew them quite well. He simply explained: "It's a small group similar to the Rascals, with Harvey and Quentin at the core. I gave them this name because Quentin is crazy about feet."

Leonardo asked, "Wes, they didn't invite you to join?"

Craven blocked his nose. "I'm not interested in licking someone's stinky feet, even if they're soaked in perfume."

Nicholson became interested: "They are called the Foot Gang, what about us? What should we call ourselves? We can't call ourselves the Coke Cult, right? That's too cheap for Martin!"

Perverts always have common topics, and Martin automatically responded: "We are called the Face Gang?"

Nicholson nodded: "This name sounds good, it's more elegant than their foot gang!"

Martin laughed: "Then let's call the Face Helper."

The other three people all agreed with Martin.

(End of this chapter)