Hollywood Director 1992.

Chapter 7 Quentin

Chapter 7 Quentin
It was almost dusk when Link returned to the youth apartment complex.

The sun above the western sea level shines on the high-rise buildings in this residential area, making the mottled walls, messy graffiti, and balconies with all kinds of underwear hung on them clearly visible.

Link used his index finger and thumb as a camera lens, pointing it at the sunset, at the tall buildings, at the man urinating in the corner, and at the strange woman dancing on the balcony.

These scenes are very common in daily life, but when put on the big screen and combined with other plots, they will produce different effects. This is the lens language of the film.

The director's job is to tell stories through shots and images, and to convey stories such as tragedy, comedy, thriller, suspense, action, etc. to the audience through pictures and sounds.

Senior directors are good at using the camera and can use the language of the camera to tell a story fluently, in an exciting and infectious way.

When a rubbish director tells a story, he sounds like a stuttering, neurotic babbling, blank-brained elementary school student, so the stories he tells are naturally bland and boring.

Lin Ke was not considered a brilliant director in the past. He was just an old director who had worked in the entertainment industry for many years, barely making a living, and wanted to be successful but couldn't find the right path. He was an honest director.

After being reborn in Hollywood, I became a 20-year-old young man with more time and opportunities to tell new stories and make many movies.

With the help of the golden finger, perhaps I can break through myself and go further on the road of directing.

The reason why he thought of these things was that when Link was watching the sunset, he found that his mood was no longer as urgent and anxious as before, and he was less depressed and became relaxed and comfortable like a young man.

In this pleasant mood, his mind also became clear.

I realized that I was moving too fast recently, too eager to succeed and to change my life situation, so I suffered a lot of unnecessary hardships.

If I had woken up from my coma last year, I would have gone to the crew to apply for positions such as photographer, assistant director, assistant director, etc., and taken it step by step.

After making the first pot of gold, I will be better prepared when I shoot "Buried".

Now, everything is in, and we have become pawns crossing the river. We can only move forward desperately.

Back at the downstairs of residential building No. 13, a moving company's van was parked in front of the door of the apartment opposite. A group of people were helping to move things. Some furniture was moved to the truck, and some was left on the roadside for those in need to take.

Among the people moving things, Chris Ball's figure was very conspicuous. While others were carrying two small items, he was carrying a large sofa by himself.

"Link, do you want this big sofa? It will fit perfectly in your room."

Chris Bauer put down the black leather sofa, patted it and shouted.

"No, there are too many furnitures, it will be troublesome to move next time."

"It's a shame to throw it away. I'll move it back later. It should be very comfortable to sleep on it in the summer."

Chris Bauer jumped on it and bounced it.

Link had no intention of going over to help, nor did he intend to stand and watch the fun. When he was about to leave, he saw Quentin Tarantino come out, accompanied by his friends Roger Avary and Lawrence Bender.

The former is the screenwriter of "Reservoir Dogs", and Lawrence Bender is the producer of "Reservoir Dogs" and also the producer of many of Quentin's future films, the butler.

"Quentin, I heard you're moving to a big villa? Congratulations!"

Link stepped forward and greeted.

"Haha, no, I just rented a larger apartment in Beverly Hills."

When Quentin Tarantino smiles, the muscles on both sides of his cheekbones will swell up, driving the muscles in other parts of his face, making the muscles on his face more prominent and appearing a little fierce.

"Quentin, with your ability, it's only a matter of time before you buy a villa."

"That's right, Quentin. Sooner or later you will become a multimillionaire, live in a villa, date beautiful women, and drive a sports car. Wow, that kind of life is really so desirable."

"I wish I could be as lucky as you."

Several men who were helping to move things gathered around the car and talked.

Quentin chuckled and didn't answer. He took out a few dollars and handed them to Chris Bauer, asking him to buy some beer to thank everyone for helping with the move. "Long live Quentin!"

Several people shouted excitedly.

Seeing Quentin getting ready to get in the car and leave, Link took the initiative to step forward and brought up the distribution of "Buried", asking him if he could help introduce Mr. Harvey Weinstein or distributors from other film companies.

Quentin hesitated, patted Link on the shoulder and said, "Link, you are indeed a very talented person. You only studied in the crew for a few months, but you dared to invest in making a movie. You also completed a movie with clear logic and mature structure within a month. This is amazing. Even I can't do it.

However, the problem with your movie is obvious. There is only one scene for each person, the story is too monotonous, and there are not enough selling points.

Also, the lead actor is you, and you have an Asian face. Oh, please don't mind, I don't discriminate against Asians, but in the Hollywood film industry, there are almost no movies with Asians as the protagonists and that sell well.

These points mean that your film has no market potential.

I mentioned your film to Harvey, and he felt the same way.

Link, you have great potential in directing movies. If you are willing to work for my crew, I would welcome you very much. I hope you will consider it. "

Quentin Tarantino is taller than Link. He put his hand on Link's shoulder when he spoke and his tone was very gentle, which made people around him look surprised. They didn't understand why Quentin looked at Link differently.

"Okay, I understand the facts you told me, but I'm stubborn and want to give it some more tries. If Buried Alive fails, I'll come to you and hope you'll give me a job."

"Haha, no problem, you're always welcome."

Bah!

Lawrence Bender drove up in a Mercedes Benz.

Quentin looked back, said hello to Link and the people around him, and walked into the car with his handbag.

The car and the truck left the cluttered tenement building.

Leaving behind a group of young men and women with envious faces, and a lot of furniture abandoned on the roadside.

"Beer is here, anyone want some?"

Chris Bauer came over panting with two large cases of beer.

"Of course, how can you miss the free beer."

"There's beer and sofas here. How about calling some people over and having a party here?"

"this is a good idea."

A group of people started to get busy preparing for the party.