Chapter 107: Thirty Million Dollars
The screen faded to black, but Harvey Weinstein remained seated, turning to glance at Jones-Butler, fully acknowledging her assessment. If the beginning of the film could be considered top-tier horror, the stunning ending elevated it to a level akin to first-rate small-scale productions.
His gaze then shifted to Murphy, the cinematographer.
Thinking back to the film "Hard Candy" a few months ago, the director was merely adept at linear storytelling. Now, however, he demonstrated a mastery of cross-cutting techniques, seamlessly blending suspenseful elements into the main plot. Especially the ending—absolutely remarkable.
The film wasn't flawless; low-budget constraints inevitably led to rough edges. Yet, outstanding creativity and clever cinematography overshadowed these flaws.
As the curtain in the screening room was drawn back, Weinstein couldn't sit still any longer. Without waiting for introductions from Jones-Butler, he strode purposefully toward Murphy.
"Hello, Director Stanton," he greeted, extending his hand.
Murphy shook it firmly. "Just call me Murphy."
Weinstein nodded, then got straight to the point. "I'd like to have a word with you."
Murphy couldn't have been more eager.
Weinstein didn't waste time with pleasantries, leading Murphy and Jones-Butler into an adjacent meeting room.
Jones-Butler poured Murphy a cup of coffee, placing it on the table. Weinstein observed the young man, not rushing to speak himself.
Neither side broke the silence; Murphy thanked Jones-Butler, then remained quiet.
Weinstein's mind raced. Having overseen countless films, he had a keen sense of market value. While marketing was crucial, the film itself couldn't be overlooked. This film had tremendous potential for success.
Even recalling Miramax's "Scream" from a few years back, it evoked similar excitement in the horror genre.
The difference was stark: Wes Craven was a master of horror, while Murphy was an unknown newcomer. Yet, the potential was undeniable.
Weinstein remained calm. Success in Hollywood often came with fame, but he knew the allure of wealth was stronger for newcomers.
Having seen numerous Hollywood hopefuls, Weinstein was confident in Murphy's aspirations. Fame aside, it was profits they both sought.
Weinstein had encountered countless newcomers. Those resistant to fame were few, if any, including Quentin Tarantino, whom he had propelled to stardom.
Murphy's excitement was palpable, but Weinstein knew this was an opportunity to leverage a masterpiece.
"Murphy, name your price for this film," he said confidently.
Murphy understood the implication. Selling the rights was the only way for Miramax to maximize profits.
"Is Miramax interested in acquiring the rights to this film?" Murphy asked.
Weinstein nodded; it was evident. Only by acquiring the rights could Miramax handle distribution and maximize profits.
Seeing Murphy's excitement, Weinstein couldn't help but smile. Confidence exuded success.
"Murphy, let's talk numbers."
Murphy pondered for a moment. "Thirty million dollars!"
It was an unprecedented sum for an independent film, but Murphy believed it justified the film's potential.
Weinstein's demeanor didn't change. Negotiating sky-high prices and settling for less was standard practice.
Weinstein's gaze was intense as he stared at Murphy, his eyes shining like the sun outside, fully focused on the young director.