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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…- 165.3 K • Ongoing
- 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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- “Right,” I said with a slow nod. “I’m not very good with money or numbers, so I’ll have to ask my lawyer to go over it with you, or with someone else from Columbia, at a later date.” Frank Price’s smile widened, as if he had just uncovered my excuse for what it was. If I hadn’t offered that line, he would have pushed me to sign the contract immediately, and I was in no mood to create unnecessary friction. “Was that all on your end?” I asked. “Just one more thing,” he…
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~I believe That God lives on a planet called Kolob I believe That Jesus has his own planet as well And I believe That the Garden of Eden was in Jackson County, Missouri~ The crowd went wild as Troy, as Elder Price, clasped the hand of the African warlord, General Butt Fucking Naked, and launched into a full-blown dance on stage. Scarlett looked around the hall and saw people losing their shit all around her, clapping, cheering, and wiping tears of laughter from their eyes as they…- 930.1 K • Ongoing
- “Action!” At Mr. Gardner’s cue, I took off across the campus, my breath steady as a steadicam operator fell into stride beside me. Renting the rig and hiring someone skilled enough to handle it had been expensive, but it was an expense I couldn’t cut. I had a very specific vision for this scene, and without a steadicam, it simply wouldn’t work. Some things were non-negotiable, even on a micro-budget. Every other outdoor scene had already been shot. This was the last one, held back only…
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- “Why are you so tense?” Jeannine asked. I was pushing my dinner around my plate instead of eating it. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Still thinking about what happened on the set today?” “How can I not?” I replied. “More than that, I’m thinking about what will happen tomorrow.” The shoot with Jeannine had taken much longer than we anticipated. The original schedule was to film her scene and Laurie’s on the same day, saving the more technical scene with…
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- The decision to go to Hogwarts may have been made, but it wasn’t as easy as simply thinking about it. “How will we even get to Hogwarts?” Ron asked, voicing the most important question as he changed out of his wet shirt. “Honeydukes,” Harry suggested after a moment, pulling off his own soaked shirt. “From Hogsmeade. That’s the safest way.” “It was the safest way,” Ron pointed out, now fully dressed. “We aren’t the only ones who know about it. Everyone does. Even the Death…
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- “Noah!” Randal Kleiser’s voice cut through the theater lobby as he strode over, his arms open wide. He pulled me into a tight, earnest hug. “It’s so good to see you!” Just behind him, Julie offered a small, familiar smile and a gentle wave. These last few days, Julie and I had been inseparable on our shared promotional tour, so her presence was no surprise. Randal, however, was a different story. As the director, he hadn’t been part of the press circuit; this wasn’t an era where…
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- Bill, the editor of Friday the 13th, leaned back in his chair with the kind of pride only a veteran could carry. The small editing room around us was the first time I had been in a setup like this, and I was beyond excited to learn something new. Reels of film were stacked in metal cans along the walls, giving the place a faint smell of celluloid and dust. “Film editing is the most crucial part of making a movie,” Bill said passionately. His voice echoed a little in the cramped space. “I can’t…
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