Champagne glasses clinked, and everyone celebrated. It was the way to enjoy the mont, and in that sense, celebration beca a release of contained emotions, of victories, and of the business now hanging in the air. As much as they wanted to deny it, life was a contract in which people perford and shared.
-—I really like your film.— Jas Caron whispered to him.
-—Different, but not in the sa way as Titanic.— Billy replied.
-—At their core, they’re epic stories well told. Mine was driven by drama, and Matrix is driven by sothing else, by another place and another way of storytelling. It’s guided by visual impact and the philosophy of the character, who leads the hero’s journey.— Jas replied, with a steady confidence shaped by life itself. Opportunities now seed to converge in a rare fraternity that only a director could answer.
-—Then I think we’ll have a lot to work on. I heard you’re thinking about a project already, but that you want—or need—technology.— Billy said.
-—Spider-Man. I want Spider-Man. But that’s another story.— Caron replied, weighing the idea.
-—But the technology.—
-—It’s not my concern, and I think what I need to do now is take big franchises and do sothing similar to Terminator.— Caron replied, taking a sip of wine with soda. He didn’t want much else, and little else interested him. What he needed now was to be part of Marvel. Billy leaned closer and understood how difficult it was to move the novel with ambition alone, but with the inclusion of the X-n and other living figures from the Marvel world, it was possible to create a smaller circle—without massive spectacles or endless projects—except for certain characters, like the X-n, who could be part of the Avengers, of the original trilogy.
Only Storm, Wolverine, and Cannibal, who were part of the Avengers’ ga.
-—It seems to we have many ways to make your dreams co true.— Billy replied.
-—How many, exactly?— Caron asked.
-—It’s simple. You’d commit to making a full trilogy, plus three other projects within the sa universe, through a lens that follows your way of storytelling, as long as you don’t lose the line we have in mind.— Billy replied, watching Caron’s eyes light up as the opportunity now seed within reach, just a ter away. Even if he denied it or feared calling it a mistake, each of them was, in essence, part of a ga-project. With a strong author of cinematic violence and sharp narration, everything ca alive.
-—It’s always so easy to talk to you. When it cos to getting things done, you always seem to have the words I want to hear.— Caron replied.
-—You win, and I win. I put up the money you want, and after that you just do what you have to do. Of course, I won’t give you percentages, and you’ll have to work hard—very carefully—because what I’m going to do won’t be pleasant for anyone.— Billy replied, now fearing the man might back out. Part of taking on such a long job ca down to two essential reasons: first, making a lot of money doing sothing he loved; and second, making everything worth it because of the work that lay beyond the margins.
Caron thought his story was complete, and everything else was a bargain—nothing inconvenient or problematic. Because if he opened the series, he would have a lot to think about. Right now, he only wanted to do sothing hidden and twisted, sothing set aside, guided by a conceived work—sothing difficult to assemble.
-—We could make a Spider-Man film where very little is understood and everything is pushed to the edge.— Caron replied.
-—Limits. Let’s always push limits.— Billy answered. —If the story is good, everyone can do more with words. Maybe an end of the world—if it happens, the Earth doesn’t matter, as long as the story is good and logical. That’s what makes your work longer and full of what we call real work.—
Much to Billy’s regret, very few people were willing to take sothing to the limit and do it well in the way he wanted. And that desire was to create a grand saga of ten films approaching the year 2000, a before and after that would mark another birth.
-—I think we can do a lot.— Caron replied. They would talk about money later, when it no longer mattered, when success lay at their feet, and everything would be exactly as he wanted. Money was a matter of success; superheroes had proven that in their own way, but in other kinds of films where even their peers struggled to hit the mark. Such was the misunderstanding that Billy wanted Tim Burton for Daredevil, or a cold character wandering the streets of New York.
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-—Tomorrow we fly to Tokyo.— Anne whispered to him while dancing delicately. She wasn’t the kind who danced like a seductive woman or made overtly sexy movents exposing her body. She simply had fun in her own way, and when she danced, she enjoyed it. There was no denying that dances were done, however one wished.
-—Looks like we’ll be traveling half the continent.— Billy replied, thinking about the ten locations left just in Asia, then continuing on to Oceania, moving up to Europe, and finishing in Latin Arica. What remained was simply to keep the fire burning for twenty days, to arrive and reignite the flas while people focused on doing their best.
-—Well, well…— soone else comnted, dancing to calm those blunt feelings he carried. The party flared up again; everyone wanted sothing that would give them life.
…
It was the work, less than fifteen minutes away. They wondered how to keep producing sothing that overshadowed everything else. The future was a competition, and everyone clung to it—the competition of knowing how to read the business.
-—Maybe he wants to build parks. We have copyrights for great castles.— Michael Eisner asked, knowing how difficult and complex the role of CEO was, always anticipating downturns.
-—They could, but I think he’ll build a thed hotel.— Bob Scuper replied, the lawyer.
-—What do you an?— Michael asked.
-—Simple and very clean. So ti ago, I reviewed the contracts they have. There are no rides, no roller coasters—just a city built in his own way.— Bob replied calmly, unwilling to give in to change or upheaval.
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