Rob repeatedly nodded his head: "Yes, that's terrible! Think about it, the protagonist chose a fork in the road, and he encountered a group of terrifying-looking freaks, chased and killed by them, and then eaten. I think if it can be photographed. It must be a good horror movie."
Laila laughed dryly. Can it be scary? That is precisely the scene you will shoot in the future. When she watched the "Wrong Turn," she also felt nauseous of all kinds of torture, but I don't know why. The more she did this, the more she wanted to watch it, and she even borrowed several other parts to watch it.
Maybe that is the charm of horror movies? An indescribable charm.
Alan happily took out a notebook to record his thoughts, and he wrote and remembered another point: "Will there be too little if there is only one person? A group of cannibals rounding up one person seems meaningless."
"Then let him bring a few? How about driving a station wagon like this?"
"Also." Alan thought for a while and added Rob's words to the notebook.
Laila couldn't help but said, "If the road is blocked by accident, he should not be the only one who will choose the fork? Or other people are passing by that fork."
"Yeah!" Alan patted his head excitedly: "Why didn't I expect it? Laila, you are such a genius. It's a shame not to be a screenwriter."
Laila chuckled: "You will become a real screenwriter by writing this script."
Alan put down the notebook frustratedly: "Even if you write a script, it's useless. Those film production companies won't use the notebook of a newcomer like me at all. Even if they are lucky to find someone to invest in, they don't know what director will get it. I am just making random changes, and I can only watch."
Laila nodded thoughtfully.
This is the rule of Hollywood. No one is willing to give a large sum of money to a novice rookie to operate. After all, investors' money is not blown by the wind. They have only one purpose of investment, which is to make money! If they can't see the prospect of making money, how can they use it to make movies? Do you think it is a charity?
"It's okay!" Rob suddenly patted Alan on the shoulder: "When you finish writing this script, I will be the director. Let's find someone to invest! Your creativity is so good. I believe there will always be someone willing to invest in it."
Alan knew that he wanted to be a director. This time they met because he came out to make a self-made short film.
"Will this be really good?"
Rob nodded vigorously: "Yes, trust my instinct, I think it may have a lot of potentials! If you don't believe me, you can ask Laila."
"Really?" Alan really asked Laila foolishly.
What else could Laila say? She smiled and patted his other shoulder: "Yes, this is a good idea. I believe you will find someone willing to invest." She said that she blinked narrowly: " There are a lot of smart people in Hollywood, and there are many people who can't spend more money. If you look carefully, you can always find it. The ideal is a good thing, and you can't help setting it higher. What if you succeed?"
I don't know why. Alan always feels that her words can be trusted more than Rob's words. Now that she said that, maybe he could use this script to embark on the path he has been looking forward to for a long time.
"Laila, thank you! When I write the script, I must write your name on it too!"
Laila blinked in surprise: "I didn't do anything. How can you write my name?" Don't look at just adding a name. If the script is sold, the copyright will also be counted for her. If she won any more prizes, she would also have a chance to win them back.
Of course, Alan at this time did not know how famous the "Wrong Turn" would become in the future, nor did he know that he might lose a lot of money by saying this. But Laila knew that she couldn't accept his kindness.
"You gave such a great idea, of course, you have to write your name. Although it hasn't been written yet." Alan scratched his head awkwardly. Speaking of this, he looked out the car window questioningly: "Why are we still waiting here? Do we have to wait until the truck is moved away? After waiting for these few hours, we should be able to make a detour, right? "
Laila glared at him irritably: "After you finish what you just said, do you think I'm still in the mood to drive the car into a fork in the road?"
Alan and Rob looked at each other in a daze, then laughed together. After laughing, they also dispelled the heart of going to the fork and excitedly discussed how the protagonist would be "killed" after entering the fork. The delighted look made Laila cold sweat. Fortunately, there is no police passing by here. Otherwise, if you hear what they say, you will think that you are planning a terrible murder.
Fortunately, the speed of truck removal was reasonably fast, and the road was restored in the afternoon, which also allowed them to find a car repair shop on the side of the road.
"I really want to thank you for your help this time. Otherwise, we don't know where we are now." Rob repeatedly thanked Leila from outside the car. You know, they intercepted many cars several times at that time, and none of them was willing to stop and take them for a ride.
"Okay." Laila waved her hand helplessly: "This is already the hundred and first thank you. The meeting is fate. I think this is God's will."
"Anyway, thank you." Alan walked over after talking to the car repair worker.
Laila smiled and was about to wave goodbye to them, but before the car started, she took out a business card and handed it to them: "If you want to find someone to invest after the script is written, please call this. . Goodbye, my friends."
She waved her hand sharply, and the station wagon was whizzing away. Only the business card was left, like two sticks suddenly frozen in ice.
"Hey, Rob, do you remember the name of the witch?" Alan's voice was dry.
"…Is it called Moran?"
The two looked at the name on the business card, and at the same time, raised their heads to look at each other as if they could know from each other whether they were dreaming or not.
"Laila Moran!"
The name is printed on the business card, so clear that it makes people want to read it wrong.
Alan clutched his forehead: "What the hell is in my head?" Alan yelled. He admired the talented director, but he didn't recognize her for so long in front of him?
"It's not only you." Rob smiled bitterly. "I was also the same. Thinking about it now, she was like a genius when she made those comments to your script.
"Isn't it?" Alan smashed his fists annoyedly: "I should guess who she is when she says those things. I'm afraid she is the only genius horror film director in the world!"
The two sighed for a while and then kept talking excitedly, and the people in the garage almost thought they were crazy. But they didn't know that the two holding the business cards tightly just got on a ladder called "Laila", just waiting for a blockbuster in the near future!