[Chapter 55. The Height of Filmmaking.]
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"What's this?" she asked, accepting the envelope.
"A personal invitation," the PA replied with a knowing smile. "Mr. Masters thought you might find the next part particularly interesting."
Linda frowned but opened the envelope. Inside was a handwritten note in elegant script:
"Some stories deserve to be lived, not just written about. Join us tomorrow morning for a glimpse of what's to come."Â â Alex Masters.
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Beneath the note was a time and location, along with instructions to arrive early for a security screening and debriefing.
Her pulse quickened. She had heard rumors of thisâthat there would be an exclusive filming session that only a select few journalists would be allowed to witness alongside the Hollywood elites.
Pocketing the note, she looked at the PA and asked, "Security screening.. can you elaborate?"
He paused as he sighed in exhaustion, but the next moment his spine straightened up and his tone becoming more formal. The way he spoke felt like he was reading the words off of a teleprompter.
"For those interested, tomorrow morning, at 10 AM, we're offering a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to witness the filming of a key battle sequenceâsomething Mr. Masters has decided to allow spectators for."
"However, this invitation comes with conditions. Anyone who wishes to attend must consent to a full body search to ensure no recording devices are brought onto the set. If that's acceptable, please let us know before the end of the day."
Linda's was scribbling it down when her pen suddenly froze over her notepad. A battle sequence? The words conjured images of sweeping fantasy epics, armies clashing, and a scale of storytelling Hollywood hadn't seen in decades.
"Battle of Pelennor Fields," the man added casually, as if the name were just another detail.
Her breath hitched.
Pelennor Fields.Â
Another name from the recesses of her memory. This was no ordinary battle sequence.
Before she could even formulate a reply, the PA gave her a nod, tipped his hat, and moved on to brief another group.
But as she stood there, gazing at the Shire, another thought crept into her mind: Alex Masters wasn't just a director unveiling a film. He was a man unveiling his legacy, piece by piece.
And whether she liked it or not, Linda couldn't help but admire the brilliance of it.
Linda glanced at the brochure in her hands, her mind racing.
She had spent weeks researching Alex Masters, piecing together a mosaic of his life and career. He had been always an active player behind the scenes, but never made any efforts in come out to the spotlight, though that was finally changing.
His rise from a humble crew runner to becoming a behind-the-scenes prodigy to the master of intellectual property acquisitions.
The audacious yet calculated risks he took, and his unparalleled ability to market his films and an array of commercially successful that would've made anyone else a Hollywood legend.
But the man was more of a myth and even that only amongst the Hollywood insiders.
The man was a paradox. He thrived in secrecy, yet every move he made seemed to bring the spotlight on his projects but never on him.
She wanted to ask the man. If she hadn't dragged his name with a fake scandal, would he have even bothered to make himself into a public figure?
Would he have invited her here?Â
She asked herself that, as she stood in the middle of a fantasy village straight out of her childhood dreams, about to witness the culmination of whatever Alex had been building, caught between the bitterness of her past disgrace and the undeniable awe of his vision.
But she was eager to see more of the man behind the mask, and despite the past between them.
Though he knew better than to let her personal feelings cloud her judgmentâthis was an opportunity to rebuild her reputation and prove her mettle as a journalist.
Her gaze swept over the crowd. Reporters milled about, some snapping photos while others scribbled notes. A few fans who had made the pilgrimage on their own dime mingled at the periphery, their excitement palpable.
The Hollywood elites looked surprisingly content and at ease as instead of being flocked by the fans, all of them were sharing mutual admiration for the sets of the Lord of the Rings.
She overheard snippets of conversationâspeculation about the plot, whispers of disbelief that Alex had chosen such a remote location and such a difficult to adapt to story for his debut as a director but they couldn't help but admit that Alex had knocked the ball out of the park with this one.
The crowd of journalists began to stir, their chatter growing louder as they speculated about the upcoming battle sequence. Linda tucked the brochure into her bag, already formulating the questions she would ask during the Q&A session that would be held after the shoot.
She thoughtfully made her way outside the village and got into a car that would drive them to their next destination. It was an array of exhibits that were set up in a series of smaller tents, each showcasing a different aspect of the production.
Linda wandered through them, taking in the intricate costumes, the hand-drawn concept art, and the miniature models used for special effects. Every detail was a testament to the craftsmanship behind the film, and Linda couldn't deny the artistry.
One display caught her attentionâa life-sized sculpture of a creature with twisted features and a hollowed, skeletal frame. Its eyes were huge yet sunken, its hands gnarled, with fingernails so long they looked more like the claws of a rabid beast.
"Gollum," the label read.
Linda's breath caught. The character was instantly recognizable, even in this grotesque form. She reached out, her fingers hovering just above the surface of the sculpture.
"Amazing, isn't it?"
She turned to see a crew member standing nearby, a young man with paint-streaked hands and a wide grin.
"It's horrifying," Linda replied, her voice laced with awe.
The man chortled in amusement at her response. "That's the idea. Gollum's supposed to be unsettling characterâtragic, even. He's a creature torn apart by his desires, driven to madness by the very thing he craves. But I think you already know that."
Linda nodded, her thoughts racing. She remembered reading The Lord of the Rings as a child, the way Gollum had both repelled and fascinated her. Seeing him brought to life like this was both thrilling and unnerving.
She thanked the man for his contribution towards making such an incredible movie possible and moved on to the next exhibit, her thoughts drifted back to Alex. It was clear that this wasn't just a movie for himâit was a legacy.
He wasn't merely adapting Tolkien's work; he was bringing it to life in a way that hadn't been attempted before. No.. that couldn't be attempted before, after many people have tried in the past and miserably failed.
But why? What drove him to take such a monumental risk for his first directorial project? Was it ego? Passion? A calculated bid for pop culture immortality?
Linda didn't know, and that lack of clarity gnawed at her. She had always be a curious woman at heart and not knowing something always drove her to madness.
By the time she returned to her hobbit village that evening, she was both physically and mentally drained. She kicked off her heels and collapsed onto the bed, her notepad open beside her.
She stared at the blank page, her pen poised over the paper. The words wouldn't come.
For years, Linda had prided herself on her ability to cut through the Hollywood façade, to see the truth behind the glitz and glamour. But Alex Masters defied every narrative she tried to impose on him.
He was a man of contradictionsâruthless yet kind, a true profiteer yet also a visionary filmmaker, manipulative yet inspiring. He had bested her once, forcing her into a public apology that still left a bitter taste in her mouth.
But now, she couldn't help but respect him.
As she finally began to write, her thoughts crystallized into a single, undeniable truth: Alex Masters was playing a game no one else even realized was happening.
And for better or worse, Linda was determined to uncover the rules.
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~The Next Morning~
Linda stood amidst a bustling sea of production crew, cameras, and costumed extras on an expansive open plain. The air was thick with anticipation, charged with the energy of hundreds of people preparing for what Alex's assistant had called "one of the most pivotal scenes in cinematic history."
The sheer scale of the set stunned her. Rows upon rows of tents dotted the landscape, each one buzzing with activity. Extras in battle-worn armor milled about, some practicing their swordplay, others rehearsing their movements under the direction of stunt coordinators.
Horses adorned with Gondorian and Rohirric barding whinnied as their riders adjusted their grips on spears and swords.
Linda tightened her jacket against the brisk morning air. Despite the early hour, the energy of the set was palpable. She'd seen large-scale productions before, but this was something else entirely.
She followed the assistant to a makeshift observation tower, where a group of journalists and VIPs had gathered for an unobstructed view of the day's filming. As Linda ascended the wooden steps, she caught her first glimpse of Alex, standing at the center of the chaos below.
He was clad in a simple black jacket and blue jeans, a directors headset perched over his thick, dark hair. He gestured animatedly as he spoke to a cluster of department heads, his voice carrying even over the distant rumble of preparation.
For a moment, Linda paused to watch him. Even from a distance, his presence was magnetic. He didn't just command the setâhe owned it.
The assistant left her and the rest of audiences at the top of the field where they had constructed various towards. Inside there were monitors that displayed live feeds from the cameras positioned around the battlefield.
Linda leaned against the railing, her sharp eyes scanning the sprawling scene below.
The PA system crackled to life, Alex's voice ringing out.
"Okay, everyone, this is it. Positions, please. Let's make some magic."
The crowd below sprang into action. Extras formed into ranks, shields locked, banners unfurling in the wind. Catapults were loaded with fire-tipped projectiles. A line of extras dressed as orcs snarled and jeered, their grotesque faces illuminated by flickering torches.
She had been briefed about the scene when they were being frisked for any hidden camera or recording equipment.
The PA who acted as their guide had been kind enough to answer her questions, she was told that there would be over 6000 extras for this particular battle sequence and she had thought of the numbers to be an exaggeration.
But after seeing it with her own eye's, Linda's heart raced as the scale of the production fully hit her. This wasn't just a movie sceneâit was a living, breathing battle brought to life.
"Quiet on set!" came the call.
The din of the crew faded into silence.
"Action!"
The scene erupted into chaos.
A massive orc war machine launched a fiery boulder, which sailed through the air and crashed into a Gondorian tower with a deafening boom. Extras scattered as the tower collapsed in a cloud of dust and debris, the cacophony almost too real to believe.
The camera tracked a rider clad in the golden armor of Rohan as he charged across the battlefield, his spear raised high. Linda recognized the actorâKarl Urban, playing Ăomerâand couldn't help but marvel at the intensity he brought to the role.
As the battle unfolded, Linda's attention shifted to the monitors, where close-ups captured the raw emotion of the actors.
A Gondorian soldier screamed in defiance as he held his ground against an advancing orc.
Theoden, King of Rohan, delivered a rallying cry to his troops, his voice trembling with both fear and determination.
And then came the charge.
It was a moment Linda would never forget. Hundreds of riders surged forward, their war cries echoing across the plain. The ground seemed to tremble beneath the pounding of hooves as they clashed with the oncoming horde.
The sheer scale of the spectacle left everyone breathless, as they silently bore witness to the spectacle before them.
Through it all, Alex's voice remained steady over the PA, as he gave out instructions for the scene and co-ordinated the process.
"Camera three, pan left. Camera six, close-up on Ăowyn. I need more smoke in sector fiveânow!"
His commands were precise, his focus unshakable. Watching him work, Linda felt a grudging admiration stir within her. This wasn't filmmakingâit felt like she was watching a master conductor making the orchestra play on a scale she had not seen before.
As the scene reached its climax, the camera focused on Ăowyn, her face smeared with dirt and blood as she faced the towering form of the Witch-king.
Her voice rang out, defiant and filled with fury: "I am no man!"
The Witch-king lunged, and Linda couldn't help but gasp as Ăowyn drove her sword into the dark figure's helm, shattering it in an explosion of black mist.
The practical effects used were truly done by some of the best in business, from what she could make out from the chatty crew hands around her.
The witch king was actually played by short stuntsman with a fake head so the actress playing Eowyn could pierce through it for real.
The head was just with a mixture of very little low yield gunpowder and squib alongside black powder to imitate black mist.
"Cut!" Alex's voice rang out, and the battlefield froze.
It was only after Alex raised his hand and gave the "okay" gesture did the cheers finally erupte from the crew as the actors took the que to break character, their satisfied grins were visible even from her vantage point.
Alex exchanged a quick word with Francòis his DP, and cinematographer before turning to the cast and crew, his voice filled with unmistakable pride.
"That was incredible. Reset for one more take, and we'll wrap this sequence." His coming from the speakers placed inside the room of the tower.
Linda leaned back against the railing, her mind spinning. She'd come to this set expecting to see a spectacle, but what she'd witnessed was something else entirely.
This.. this was the height of filmmaking.
â To be continued...
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