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“Alright, cut!” Randal called for the last time that day. “We’re done with today’s shooting. If everything goes well, tomorrow will be our last day here in Fiji.” The crew burst into applause at his announcement, and honestly, I couldn’t have been happier myself. I had had enough of this island and just wanted to go back to a life of normalcy. Beside me, Julie Anne Smith, better known by her SAG name Julianne Moore, clapped with everyone else, sand crunching under her feet. “I can’t…- 165.3 K • Ongoing
- “You son of a bitch,” Peter said with a wide grin after placing the script of Risky Business on the table. “You really want to do everything yourself, don’t you? I thought you’d leave the behind-the-scenes work to Ash and me, but no… you wrote a script, and now you want to direct it too?” I chuckled and plucked the script back from him. “Not my fault you never managed to stick to one job long enough to master it. You tried everything and ended up doing nothing.” “I take offense to…
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- Doug typed furiously, the rhythmic clack of the typewriter keys echoing through the small, stuffy room. Sheets of paper already littered the floor around his chair, the casualties of discarded ideas. He was working on the rewrite of one of the key scenes of The Blue Lagoon, and the pressure weighed heavily on him. Just yesterday, Randal had urged him to hurry, insisting the production was moving faster than anyone had anticipated. The crew was somehow shooting underwater scenes at an astonishing pace.…
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- “Action!” “Emmeline!” an old, heavyset man shouted, his voice a mix of anger and panic, as he rushed toward a young girl standing near a berry bush. “Take them berries outta your mouth!” He grabbed her jaw firmly and pried it open with his thick fingers, forcing her to spit out the berries she had eaten in innocent ignorance. “Spit ‘em out! Come on!” From behind one of the fixed cameras, I was recording the scene, my focus locked on the old man’s face. A few feet away, Eddie…
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- “Get up, Noah! I have things to do.” A pillow was hurled at my head, jolting me awake. I blinked blearily, trying to process what was happening, only to see my Daddy dearest. My second father if I consider my first life as well. (Or should that be third, considering that asshole Poseidon?) “Yeah, Dad,” I mumbled, forcing myself up from my too-cramped bed. Why did I have to ask to be tall? And why did Poseidon make me 6’2”? Why not a nice, even 6’? “Here’s what you’ll do…
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- “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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- “Mark my words, the MPAA will flag our film just because of that guy and his abnormally large tool,” Randall grumbled, not bothering to lower his voice. Thankfully, Noah was far enough away not to catch the remark, but several nearby crew members did, their stifled chuckles giving them away.Randall pinched the bridge of his nose. “Next time I make a movie like this, I’m asking my actors to get stark naked for the auditions. Fuck the SAG rules.”“It’ll be fine,” Nestor, the director of…
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- We lay there silently for hours, turning over every thirty minutes at the chime of the stopwatch. The sun bore down relentlessly, but the ocean breeze softened its sting. We applied sunscreen on most of our bodies ourselves, with the sole exception of our backs. Those, we hesitantly helped each other with, laughing awkwardly at first until the tension faded. I drifted off many times during the tanning period, the warmth of the sand and sun lulling me into brief naps. After the first few minutes, all of…
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- It took a full day of flying for us to reach Nadi International Airport in Fiji, with a brief stop in Hawaii. I wish we could’ve relaxed there, maybe soaked in the sun or had a real meal that didn’t come in plastic wrap. But Hawaii wasn’t our final destination. From Nadi, we boarded a couple of noisy, cramped seaplanes for an hour-long flight to Nunayu Levu, the private island that Columbia Pictures had rented for the shooting of The Blue Lagoon. “Fucking finally!” I groaned in relief, letting…
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- “You want us to do what?” Peter asked incredulously, eyes wide as he leaned back on the couch like he was trying to distance himself from the absurdity of what he’d just heard. Beside him, Ash looked equally stunned, his mouth opening slightly in a silent whoa. “Exactly what I said,” I replied, grinning at two of my best friends’ bewildered expressions. “I want you two as my assistants on the film set.” “In Fiji?” Ash asked, blinking like he needed to make sure he hadn’t…
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