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How the hell would he play Josh? He's too... cool. I need a lovable nerd for that role, not a guy who spends half his time at the gym. He could play Christian if he wanted to. Maybe even Elton, but Josh? Hell no. Ugh. Not again. I was already starting to hate the casting industry. Brad Pitt was undoubtedly one of the most handsome men of this era, yet I didn't see casting directors turning him down for roles. So why did my appearance irk them so much? I realized my mistake as soon as I looked down…- 31.2 K • Ongoing
- I typed furiously on my computer, trying to make each scene as cinematic as possible. That's a big part of adapting a book into a movie. Some things that work really well on paper and feel gritty can simply make viewers uncomfortable on screen. Like this one scene I’m working on currently where the male protagonist was almost violated by a trucker. Yeah, no one wants to see that. Instead, he can become a hero by saving a girl from a similar situation. I know it’s a little sexist, but that’s…
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- “My water just broke,” she announced. “Hugo! Get the car!” My brother-in-law, who was an excellent doctor, seemed to forget all of his training the moment he saw his wife on the verge of delivering their second child. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! This is happening,” Hugo said in a panic. “What are we gonna do?” “Calm down, bro,” I called out as I helped Aria to her feet. “Grab Miles and follow Aria and me. We're going to the hospital.” He nodded gratefully and…
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- “This is the best film to come out of Harvard ever, short films included,” Robert Gardner, my filmmaking teacher at Harvard, said enthusiastically while crushing me in a tight hug. “Seriously, Noah, you've done more for the filmmaking course at Harvard than all the other students combined.” “Thank you, Mr. Gardner,” I said, a little embarrassed by his excessive praise when some of my fellow filmmaking students were standing right beside me. I separated from him a moment later and pointed…
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- “That was a fan-fucking-tastic movie, Noah.” Frank hugged me tightly and patted my back with gusto, as if telling me he was proud of me without actually saying it. “The changes you made to the film to give it a Valentine's theme were really commendable.” I chuckled when he released me. “Actually, those changes were suggested by Universal. I liked them, and they weren't too much of a hassle, so I agreed to do some reshoots. Had I not agreed to go back to Harvard to continue my education, I…
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- And the Oscar for the Worst Actor goes to... The Oscar ceremony was held last night, with emerging as the big winner. It took home awards for Best Film, Best Director, Best Adapted Screenplay, and Best Supporting Actor for Timothy Hutton, who is the youngest male actor to win an Oscar in his category. But what’s interesting is that last night wasn’t just about the Oscars. It also marked the Golden Raspberry Awards, a newly minted award show dedicated to honoring the worst Hollywood has to…
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- I decided to glare at the man who’d barged inside without so much as knocking, but the way he looked at Emma told me he meant business. “Cameron!” Emma gasped. “Couldn’t you have knocked?” “I got a call from your production team,” Cameron began without wasting a second. “They complained that you were acting like a diva and refusing to shoot. Is that true?” “Of course, that’s not true!” Emma glared at him. “Today is my first day on set. Why would I throw a tantrum today…
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- “I’m so sorry!” I immediately turned around. “I thought... you’d be dressed by now.” For some reason, my male ego forced me to lie instead of admitting I’d walked into the wrong trailer by mistake. “And you decided to come into my trailer wearing only a towel?” she shot back sassily. I raised the script pages in my hand. “John asked me to drop off the revised pages for tomorrow’s shoot so you could prepare. I thought I’d hand them over quickly and then go get…
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- “Aaaaahh! It hurts so fucking much!” I screamed as I writhed on the ground, covered in fake hair. “Turn around and show your back to the camera,” John Landis barked as he operated the camera himself. I did as instructed, dropping to all fours and howling while staring up at the ceiling. “Perfect!” Landis grinned. “We got what we needed. You can get some of the hair removed now, and we’ll shoot the next part.” Under the watchful eyes of dozens of crew members, I got up and…
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