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“You are very pretty, Julie,” I said honestly to the girl sitting beside me. Julie blushed visibly before ducking her head. “Oh, come on. Don’t use one of your lines on me.” “I’m not,” I insisted. “If I were using a line, I would say something like, ‘Are you sure you’re not a fallen angel? Because you have landed right into my heart.’” Julie laughed beautifully, and all her nervousness from before vanished instantly. “That wasn’t half bad,” she complimented. “I…- 165.3 K • Ongoing
- “Here’s to a successful first day of shooting!” Randal Kleiser raised a toast as we all gathered around the bonfire, our faces flickering in the warm glow of the flames. “Cheers!” I echoed the sentiment along with the rest of the cast and crew, lifting my glass of champagne high before taking a generous sip. The bubbles tickled my throat, and the sense of celebration was contagious. Beside me, Julie raised coconut water instead, holding it a bit hesitantly. “You're overthinking…
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Rod Meyer glanced at the kid sitting beside him, who was visibly trembling, his legs jittering against the floor like he was about to be executed. Rod chuckled softly and turned his attention back to the screen. Warner Bros. had pushed the hype to astronomical levels, but in Rod’s opinion, it was still just a superhero movie. Even a masterful filmmaker like Christopher Nolan couldn’t escape the genre’s inherent limitations. had certainly been a massive leap forward compared to earlier Batman…- 930.1 K • Ongoing
- “You seem oddly happy today,” Sean noted the moment I walked onto the set. His voice carried that mix of suspicion and amusement that only a director could manage before a long shoot. I grinned mischievously and shrugged. “Just had a great sleep last night. Nothing else.” Beside me, Kevin Bacon let out a dramatic scoff. “Oh, really? Because from what I could hear, you didn’t sleep at all. And because of you, none of us could either.” I blinked, caught off guard, and turned to look at…
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- ~Hasa Diga Eebowai!~ The whole group of actors was singing around me, their voices rising as they danced across the stage. One of the women handed me a prop baby to cradle, and I held it awkwardly as the cast circled us. ~When the world is getting you downThere's nobody else to blame!Way oh!Raise your middle finger to the skyAnd curse His rotten name!~ “Wait, what?” I blurted out as the meaning finally clicked. Everyone else kept singing and dancing with full enthusiasm, but I stepped out of…
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- As the movie continued, Harry, Remus, and Tonks were joined by the rest of the Order, all there to spirit Harry away from Number 4, Privet Drive. Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Bill, Fleur, Arthur Weasley, Mundungus Fletcher, and Kingsley Shacklebolt arrived in quick succession, led by Mad-Eye Moody. The empty living room felt suddenly crowded with all the new arrivals. The moment Moody pulled out a flask of Polyjuice Potion, Harry became very vocal about how he felt about everyone risking their lives for…
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- I was back in the pool, or as I liked to think of it: home. It had been hours since I’d arrived, and I’d already practiced all four strokes a professional swimmer must master. It was getting late, and with no one else around, I decided to have some fun. I floated lazily in the water, aimless, simply because I could. I didn’t have to keep moving or control my breath like others might. I just extended my limbs and stayed afloat as if an invisible pool float rested beneath me. After a while, I…
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- After a successful meeting with the director of Friday the 13th, I drove to my second appointment of the day. This one carried far more weight because it was with Douglas Day-Stewart and Paul Brickman, the duo rewriting my version of Risky Business. They had just returned from Los Angeles after finalizing the revisions that Columbia Pictures wanted before approving the film. Technically, my contract gave me the right to object to any changes made to the script. Realistically, though, filmmaking was…
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- I stood outside my childhood home, taking it all in. I’d never spent this long away from it since the day I was born in this body, and the distance made everything feel strange and unfamiliar. If I hadn’t met Dad at my new place when I did, I probably would’ve hesitated to come here on a Sunday, knowing he’d be at home. But I couldn’t push this visit any further, not with post-production on Friday the 13th starting soon. Leaving my hesitation on the porch, I pressed the doorbell once before…
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- It surprised Al Pacino to learn that a mere 18-year-old had written such an impressive story. When Noah left the script for him that day, Al had been irritated. It wasn’t the first time an acquaintance had tried to corner him into working together, and he was usually very good at shutting those attempts down. Still, there was something about Noah that stirred his curiosity. If the boy had managed to sell a script to Columbia and earn enough money to buy a house right next to his, he couldn’t be…
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