MovieReal: The Aviator Page #5

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... and hot-jazz, baby-doll style

are gonna make her a big star.

Howard! Howard!

Over here!

- This way, boss. Right over there.

- Mr. Hughes, how about a word?

Big night for you, Mr. Hughes.

Big night for you tonight.

Very big. Very big.

Tell us what it was like

making this fabulous picture.

Yes.

Yeah.

So 4 million clams

from your own pocket.

Nervous how the flick will fly?

Big night. You enjoy the show.

Yes, well, let me present the feminine

star of this spectacle, Hell's Angels...

...Miss Jean Harlow.

- Thank you.

I would like to use this occasion

to thank Mr. Hughes...

...for the opportunity he gave me.

Thank you.

Thank you!

Now I'd like to ask Roscoe Arbuckle...

...to introduce

his pet lion cub, Gilmore.

What's the matter with you?

Can't remember my name?

I'm sorry. Roscoe Turner,

and this would be Gilmore.

It's going! It's going!

Murder! That's what this

dirty, rotten politician war is, murder!

You know it as well as I do.

Stand up, slim, take a bow.

Reel four played too long.

Too many coughs.

Get the team out of the party and

to the office. I wanna cut a few shots.

Oh, find Glenn.

Somebody write this down.

Flush rivets.

Got that?

- Flush rivets.

- Flush rivets.

Lickety-split, boss.

Here he is! Here he is!

Variety says, "This one won't miss!"

- Magnificently photographed!

- Awesome beyond description!

The most extraordinary output

to emerge from a motion-picture studio.

Not for a long time have I seen

anything as enthralling.

It costs 4 million dollars

and has 4 million thrills!

- Majestically...

- Most epic picture of its time!

A lighter shade. I don't want

to look like Boris Karloff.

If you know what I mean.

I read in the magazines

that you play golf.

On occasion.

Well, how about nine holes?

Now, Mr. Hughes?

If it would be convenient, Miss Hepburn.

You're not extending

enough on your follow-through.

Follow-through

is everything in golf, just like life.

Don't you find?

Saw your Scarface picture.

- Violent.

- Realistic.

Movies are movies, Howard.

Not life.

Now the stage.

The stage is real.

Real flesh and blood. Human beings

right out there in front of you, buster.

Can't look away. Can't munch popcorn.

That would be rude.

Do you like the theater?

- No.

- Oh, I adore the theater.

Only alive on-stage.

I'll teach you.

We'll see some Ibsen. If the Republicans

haven't outlawed him by now.

You're not a Republican, are you?

How did you vote in '32?

- Well, I didn't.

- You must! It's your sacred franchise.

Heard you were wooing Ginger Rogers.

What about that?

She's just a friend.

Men can't be friends with women.

They must possess them

or leave them be.

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