The afterglow of the sunset gradually dissipated, and the darkness enveloped the entire sky without realizing it. The City of Angels under the night, with neon lights flashing and bright lights.

There were crowds of people outside the Hollywood Chinese Grand Theater, and the long red carpet was spread far away. As celebrities stepped onto the red carpet, the sound of camera shutters was connected. At the same time, the cheers of movie fans, reporters' questions, and paparazzi shouting also started to ring.

Putting down the camera in his hand, Mick Taylor breathed a sigh of relief. He was a reporter for the entertainment version of the Los Angeles Times and was used to seeing all kinds of big scenes. If this was not the off-season of the movie schedule, if it weren't for the news released by Miramax during the promotion, it would be difficult for him, the ace, to go out in person.

"Mike, is Miramax deliberately hype?" his assistant asked at this time. "It's great to have a ten-year-old read fluently. Write a movie script? Is this possible unless he's a Martian."

"Didn't you see that there is only one name behind the screenwriter, exactly the same as the one on the cast list. Who is this Ryan Jenkins? Did he jump out of the stone?"

In Mick Taylor's opinion, since Miramax dared to explicitly state in the publicity that the script was written by a child or was adapted from him and his guardian, he must have been absolutely sure. Otherwise, no matter how thick-skinned Harvey Weinstein was, he would not dare to do anything to fool the public.

"Hey, Mick, here it's them!"

A tall, cold and sexy girl walked onto the red carpet with a boy about ten years old. The assistant quickly reminded Mick Taylor.

Despite his nervousness, Ryan still insisted on himself and calmed down. No matter what, he worked in a large cinema chain for many years in his previous life and saw various red carpets, which helped him a little.

"Smile, Ryan, your face is almost as tight as a stone." Nicole Kidman whispered.

Well, the people on both sides were stones, and the reporters and paparazzi were all rotten eggs. Ryan began to hypnotize himself. Even though the flash of lights on from time to time made him uncomfortable, a smile still squeezed out on his face.

"Miss Nicole Kidman, this should be your first work in Hollywood. Are you planning to stay in Hollywood and develop?"

"Miss Kidman, it is said that this movie is based on your personal experience and...ah, this little Mr. Ryan, is it true?"

When he arrived at the reporters' area, various questions came over, but Nicole had no intention of answering it. She ignored the shouts, held Ryan's hand, and walked straight to the theater.

Ryan glanced at this famous theater. To be honest, in his opinion, the name of the Chinese theater is too unworthy. Not only does it have any Chinese architectural style, it is somewhat similar to a country rich in shemale. Maybe it should be changed to a Thai theater?

"Hi, Al, and David, I haven't seen each other for a long time." Ryan took the initiative to greet him.

"Ryan, you have grown a lot taller." Al Pacino walked over and wanted to pat the boy on the shoulder habitually. Suddenly, he thought of what he had happened before, so he stopped quickly, but his hand stopped in the air, which was very funny.

"Ah, don't worry, there are no pushpins under my dress."

Hearing Ryan's jokes, the crew gathered here laughed. They remembered it very clearly that during the filming, Ryan often patted Al Pacino on the shoulder in order to retaliate against Al Pacino, deliberately put the sharp-headed pushpin down and inserted it into the shirt under his clothes, waiting for him to fall into the trap.

After taking a photo with the crew's main creators, he and Nicole went straight to the theater. The premiere was not big, and there were not many celebrities invited. Moreover, most of the Hollywood stars in the early 1990s did not know Ryan except for a limited number of them. Even if they had watched them in some movies, they had almost forgotten them.

Besides, he is still a child and has no fame. Few people would talk to him. In order not to disturb Nicole, who is good at dancing in the crowd, the boy simply found a corner and planned to wait until the time is about to be close to the screening hall to watch the movie.

Unexpectedly, he didn't walk far and saw a few people talking about something. One of them stood there, as firm as a hill, and his signature figure and a slightly paralyzed face made him instantly recognize who the other party was.

Ryan simply stopped leaving, and it was hard to go forward and say hello directly, so he stood aside and planned to hear what they were saying, because he also knew the bearded man who spoke.

"Carroco Film Company has integrated the copyright and I have driven out the main line of the script. Although there are still many problems, the basic framework of the movie has been already available. What is lacking is funds. If there is enough funds, I can't do anything about it." The bearded man was speaking.

"Jim thinks the movie will cost at least $80 million."

"Eighty million? How can eighty million US dollars be enough? At least 100 million US dollars!" The bearded stretched out a finger.

"God, Jim, sooner or later you will scare all investors away."

"Will Arnold play the T800 robot this time be a decent?" asked another person.

"That's right." The bearded sighed, as if there were many difficulties. "Although I had already had a lot of ideas about the villain's robot, I never thought about what kind of robot would be able to match the identity of the future Skynet killer."

"A liquid robot!" The slightly tender boy's voice suddenly came from behind them. "This machine killer from the future should be composed of a liquid alloy. He can simulate an object of similar size to the one he has come into contact with, including humans, and his body can also be transformed into various cold weapons, killing people like numb, without emotion or reason!"

In the amazing eyes of everyone, Ryan was not ashamed at all, "Hello, Mr. Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Mr. James Cameron, I think you should be talking about the sequel to "Terminator"? I just happened to pass by here and accidentally heard your conversation. I hope you don't mind."

"It's okay." The boy opposite was polite, making people feel good when they saw him.

"Little guy, how did you think of this robot?" James Cameron asked curiously.

"I've watched Terminator." Ryan quickly stuck out his tongue, "Please don't tell others, okay? In fact, many plots in the first part can be extended, such as the future savior. I think this movie will definitely make the second part, and sometimes I think randomly. If Mr. Schwarzenegger plays a robot protecting the savior, then what should his opponent be like?"

"If the T800 is a heavy tank, then his opponents should have completely different characteristics. I like Transformers very much, so I thought of a robot that can change its shape at will, a liquid metal robot that is as fast as Porsche!"

The words Ryan said were well organized and well-founded, as if these things were really thought out by himself.

These words obviously touched James Cameron. He looked at Ryan thoughtfully, and after a while, he asked, "Little guy, what's your name? Why do I think you look familiar?"

"Ryan Jenkins, you can call me Ryan."

"Ryan Jenkins?" Arnold Schwarzenegger was more sensitive in interpersonal relationships and immediately remembered something, "Are you the little boy in "The Sixth Sense"?"

"Yes. I'm playing a role." Ryan saw Nicole on the other side waving to him, so he had to say, "Sorry, I'm leaving."

"It doesn't matter."

Seeing the guy, the big boy walked into the screening room with a woman's hand, Arnold Schwarzenegger asked, "Jim, this setting sounds good."

"It's not just good." James Cameron breathed a sigh of relief. The problem that had troubled him for a long time was solved in this way. "Extremely outstanding concept."

James Cameron and Arnold Schwarzenegger also walked towards the screening room. But before entering the door, Cameron subconsciously glanced at the poster of "The Sixth Sense" and saw only one line of words in a hurry - screenwriter: Ryan Jenkins.

After the opening of Miramax, the film kicked off. The protagonist of the movie was an absolute tragedy and died just now. Of course, these will not appear until the end of the movie.

Unlike others, while watching the movie, Ryan subconsciously compared it with another movie in his mind.

I have to say that David Finch was called a genius director in his previous life, and it was indeed not a false reputation. Although this movie is at most 60 to 70% similar to the previous life, and it also has a common problem with the movies of this era - the slow pace.

However, it has just entered the 1990s, and fast food culture has not yet emerged. Moreover, in terms of suspense and emotional conflict, David handled it extremely meticulously and outstandingly. There are many plots that remind the audience what kind of existence the psychologist is.

Communication, exchange and family are almost never outdated topics in North America. Moreover, movies have played such a big trick. You should know that this method that was almost used in the new century is unique in this era, but it is also very rare.

When everyone was moved by the emotional outburst of Cole and his mother and thought that this was the ending of the movie, the psychologist returned home and discovered the fact that shocked him. He was dead!
Chapter completed!