Chapitre 2: HWI 2
[Note: I did my research on Hollywood but I'm not a perfect person. There are probably some things that I don't know. So if I missed something important, or if my information is wrong, I just want to apologize.]
Hollywood What If Chapter 2
"Looks like it's time to get up."
Kazir yawned and looked at his watch. To be honest, he hadn't slept well last night. His mind was too active.
He was excited for some reason.
Kazir checked into a motel for a night's sleep. He was a freelance director who was doing his best to get a big project.
He was 26 years old and already had three films on his resume.
'Although I've made more than that since I'm from the future. '
He was confident in his experience.
"Let's check the Writer's Guild of America first."
As a director and movie fanatic, Kazir already had a movie that he wanted to make.
He knew a lot of movies that would win at the box office. Some movies were available for him, they were original screenplays of course.
'In this era, there are thousands of movies and some of them have a budget of over 100 million dollars. But that's not my goal.'
He knew damn well that no one would invest and let him direct a movie with that budget. But Kazir was undeterred.
'I have faced obstacles all my life. I can say that my current predicament is not so bad.'
His goal was to make a film with a budget of 30-40 million dollars.
"To be precise, my goal is..."
If his plan failed, he had other methods.
He took a shower, went out of the motel, and called for a taxi. He reached the Writer's Guild and entered without a problem. After all, he was a member of the Writer's Guild.
A few minutes later...
"Thank you."
Kazir smiled at the guard after leaving the Writers' Guild. He asked the people inside and confirmed one thing.
The script has not been registered yet. That means it hasn't been created or is in the process of being created.
The Writer's Guild was the home of many scripts. Writers would register their scripts in the Writer's Guild to get their scripts protected. There were cases of Hollywood companies making the same movies with almost the same plot. Such as "Deep Impact" and "Armageddon", "White House Down" and "Olympus Has Fallen".
The Writer's Guild protected the rights of screenwriters in Hollywood.
"Great, now I know where to start!"
He laughed like a madman, and people looked at him in confusion.
Kazir rented a typewriter and began his work. He had to write the script, the proposal, and the budget for the movie. Hollywood companies would laugh at him if he face them without these.
His fingers tapped away at the hard keyboard. The typewriter was a bit clunky, and the sounds it made were repetitive but soothing, at least to Kazir.
"This."
He rubbed his eyes and looked down at his writing. Three hours had passed and he had only written 2500 words. He made typos on the way.
"It will take me at least three to four days to finish everything."
But it didn't matter, Kazir was motivated. He easily forgot that he had just been divorced and that his house was no longer in his name.
Well, for him, these things happened 2 decades ago and he had already moved on. Having lived his life, he became much more mature and calm.
In the office of New Line Cinema, they had a meeting about their plan for the next year.
They have to make a proper plan for the movies they have to release. They take this very seriously because one wrong move could put them out of business.
"As of September 16, "The Mask" has grossed $106 million domestically and it's expected to go up. The movie's performance is strong and everyone likes Jim Carrey's acting.
They were happy to hear that their movie made a lot of money at the box office. They clapped, a simple celebration at the moment.
"Everybody, good job."
As CEO of New Line Cinema, Robert Shaye was happy to see his company win.
Despite the fact that New Line Cinema had been acquired by Turner Broadcasting System, Robert Shaye was still in control of the company.
"Now, gentlemen, let's talk about today's agenda."
He looked at the board of directors and the people in high positions.
.......
....
...
"It didn't end well, again."
Kazir drank from a bottle of water. He felt hydrated after wasting his saliva trying to convince the producer from 20th Century Fox.
He just left the building and the conversation was not good. He talked to one of the producers for a few minutes, but the man didn't listen to him at all.
The producer just told him to give his script to the management and they would call him if they were interested.
He understood their process very well. The producer sugarcoated it, but it meant no. They were not interested in his script.
'I know they will never call me. They have thousands of scripts in their vault and most of them never became a movie.' He laughed.
"Well, let's go to another company. I have three more targets."
Kazir had already contacted the 6 giant Hollywood companies and they were not interested in his script. What they said was exactly the same - 'Give the script to management and they'll call him if they were interested.'
"I hope this company will agree. After all, this movie was produced by them."
From the moment Kazir regressed, he understood that the future would change. But he wanted to keep the timeline as original as possible.
"If this doesn't work, I'll go with plan B."
Calix called a taxi. His car was broken and it was still in the repair shop.
'Cassandra didn't fight to get my bumpy car because it's already old and she has her own car.'
That bumpy car was his only remaining possession.
Half an hour later, he was standing in front of the New Line Cinema. The distributor of his movie in the future.
Chapitre 3: HWI 3
[Note: This is just fiction. Don't take it seriously.]
Hollywood What If Chapter 3
Just before Kazir entered the building, he saw someone he knew.
"Arnold Kopelson and Robert Shaye..."
He muttered. He only knew that Arnold Kopelson was a producer, but Robert Shaye was something else. Robert Shaye was the founder of New Line Cinema and created many box office hits. Especially "The Lord of The Rings Trilogy".
The main brain of the production company was this man.
Kazir's attitude turned serious and he approached the two with a smile.
"Good morning Mr. Kopelson, and Mr. Shaye. I'm Kazir Grey."
"I'm sorry, but who are you? Have we met before?"
Since someone had called him, Robert was not arrogant enough to brush him off. He stared at Kazir, perhaps he had met the man at a party or something.
Kazir's demeanor was full of confidence and his appearance was quite handsome.
Even Arnold Kopelson thought Kazir was exceptional.
"No, sir. We haven't met."
"Is that so?"
"I'm a director and I want to show you my script."
"I see..."
When Robert Shaye heard that Kazir was one of those unknown directors trying to sell his script, he immediately lost interest. He met a lot of people like Kazir.
"About that, you can give it to Kopelson and the company will look at it. We'll call you if we're interested."
He muttered quickly and walked past Kazir. There were thousands of directors in Hollywood and most of them made low-budget movies. Robert didn't have time to entertain a nobody.
"Thank you, Kazir."
Kopelson said indifferently after receiving the script and followed Robert Shaye.
"Then..."
Kazir tried to talk and convince them, but he realized they were too busy. They got into the car and left.
"..."
He was left alone, standing in front of the building. He gritted his teeth and thought about his next plan.
"If this doesn't work, I have to go to plan B."
Kazir had printed out dozens of copies of the script to send to production companies. In addition to the Big Six, he sent his script to other companies like Miramax and MGM.
'MGM was actually one of the Big Five at the time, but lost its status after being acquired by Casino Tycoon.'
Anyway, that was all in the past and only the Big Six had the most power in Hollywood. They could end someone's career if they got together. A terrifying existence.
Kazir spent his entire week contacting production companies, even the second-tier studios. He hoped someone would be interested in his script. Unfortunately, no one listened to him seriously.
'I spent $2,000 this week.'
Nevertheless, he was too old to be depressed. In his opinion, his situation was nothing more than a game that he had to overcome. After all, he wouldn't achieve his dreams if he didn't work hard.
'I want to be a famous director, a superstar director.'
Only a few people could be called superstar directors. They were Steven Spielberg, George Lucas, Michael Bay, and James Cameron.
'Ah, I just remembered, James Cameron is not a superstar yet. Not until he destroyed a luxurious ship at sea. Same with Michael Bay.'
With a few copies of scripts in his suitcase, Kazir found the post office. He wrote down the address of a certain director.
'It said that this script was discovered by this certain director after it was sent to him by mistake... I know the truth, it was nothing but a way to promote the movies. That probably never happened. Maybe the original writer contacted the director and begged him. However, I will make it happen. This script will be sent to his address by mistake... Let's hope he contacts me.'
Kazir may be 26 years old, but the experience he had gained in his past life was enough to change his mentality. He was excited to know that he was doing what he loved.
"Are you seriously reading his script?"
Robert Shaye discovered that Arnold Kopelson was reading the script.
"I have nothing to do, so I decided to read it."
"What do you think?" Robert Shaye raised his eyebrows, quite interested.
There were many talented writers in Hollywood, but few of them made money. Being talented didn't mean success.
"It's not bad. It's pretty dark and bloody, to be honest. However, the ending is interesting."
"Will it be profitable if it is made into a movie?"
That was the most important question. Even if the script looked promising, they had to look at its profitability. They were businessmen.
"There is a possibility, but it needs thorough studies... As for the writer, I think I have seen this name before."
Kazir Grey. Arnold was a producer and he watched movies every weekend to broaden his horizons.
"That's right, he's a director. I saw his movie a few months ago. It was terrible, no wonder it didn't get released."
"So what do you think?" Robert Shaye asked.
Arnold thought about it.
"I advise you not to touch this movie, especially if that Kazir Grey wants to direct it. You will only lose money. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless we hire another director, then this movie might be profitable."
It was obvious that they didn't think Kazir would make a great movie.
He might have experience in small productions. But the script clearly stated that the budget would be 30 million or more. No sane person would let Kazir direct a big-budget movie.
'Forget it, this script looks promising, but its chances of becoming a movie are slim.'
Arnold shook his head and decided to forget about it.
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