Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

Chapter 44: Overlooked Acting Skills

The date was March 16, 1998, in Philadelphia.

On the set of a film.

"Tsk, tsk, incredible! Absolutely incredible! Martin, how did you manage to predict the box office trajectory for Titanic so accurately?" Harvey Weinstein, with his broad face and prominent ears, clicked his tongue in amazement as he looked at the newspaper. His eyes glinted with curiosity as he glanced over at Martin.

Martin shrugged casually. "Just a gut feeling!"

Harvey set down the newspaper and chuckled, "Looks like once we finish filming, we should have you predict our movie's box office too. They're saying your mouth was kissed by the gods. The success of that 'big ship' owes half of its box office to you!"

Though Martin knew Harvey was merely flattering him, he couldn't help but smirk inwardly: I actually could do it!

Harvey looked out the window at the steady drizzle. The entire city was blanketed in a gloomy haze, prompting him to sigh, "Seriously though, why'd you set the story in Philadelphia? Wouldn't Los Angeles have been better?"

Martin also turned his gaze to the rain-soaked city outside and replied calmly, "This city has a somber, melancholic quality that matches the tone of this film. Sunny Los Angeles just can't provide that atmosphere. Actually, I wanted to set the story in London, but considering the budget, I settled on Philadelphia."

"Hm, I can see that," Harvey replied with a nod.

In those days, Harvey Weinstein—before fame had swelled his ego—was a more approachable man.

…

The set was in an older part of Philadelphia, filled with aging houses and tree-lined streets where faded leaves would occasionally drift to the ground.

It was early spring, yet the chill still lingered, casting a feeling of desolation over the area, like an old, yellowed photograph.

At the far end of the street stood M. Night Shyamalan, peering through the viewfinder and nodding with satisfaction at the scene's atmosphere. Shyamalan, an Indian-American director, screenwriter, and producer, had a unique background and story.

Born on August 6, 1970, in Chennai, India, Shyamalan had moved with his family to America as a child, growing up in an affluent suburb of Philadelphia. At the age of eight, after watching Raiders of the Lost Ark, he became captivated by Steven Spielberg and vowed to become a director. His father gifted him an 8mm camera for his birthday that same year, and by the time he was fifteen, he had filmed forty-five short movies and begun writing his first feature-length script.

In 1992, after completing his studies at NYU's film school, Shyamalan used $750,000 from his family to produce his debut film, Praying with Anger, about his journey to rediscover his roots in India.

Afterward, he dived into Hollywood, chasing his dreams in the heart of the movie industry. He directed two independent films, which earned him some recognition, though much of his progress was undeniably boosted by his family's financial backing.

In 1996, he directed his first commercial release, Wide Awake, a film about a Catholic school student investigating his grandfather's death. Though the film's reception was lukewarm and its box office lackluster, Wide Awake marked a significant step for Shyamalan. Misleadingly titled like a light-hearted comedy, the movie turned out to be a philosophical drama with a few comedic elements. Shyamalan's overbearing personal touches left the film feeling muddled, leading to a box office total of only $258,000—far short of its $5.5 million budget, most of which came from his family's pockets.

This failure nearly convinced Shyamalan that his Hollywood career was over, until he received an unexpected call from Miramax's Harvey Weinstein, offering him another shot at directing. But when he saw the new script, he was stunned.

The screenplay was a suspenseful family drama with supernatural elements, mirroring an idea he'd had during Wide Awake. And the author of the script was none other than America's red-hot young prodigy—Martin Myers.

Shyamalan had no suspicion of plagiarism, as his idea had never left his mind. Instead, he chalked it up to a coincidence of creative inspiration and felt a strange sense of fate linking him to the project.

For Martin, selecting Shyamalan was an intentional choice—after all, Shyamalan had written and directed this very movie in the original timeline. Preserving the original creative team was crucial to ensuring the film's success.

For the lead role, Martin had recommended Bruce Willis. Although Harvey initially hesitated, unsure whether a hardened action star like Willis could convincingly play a gentle, introspective character, Martin's insistence won him over.

Luckily, Bruce Willis's performance on set exceeded expectations.

"Alright, right here. This angle. Get the actors in position," Shyamalan called out.

They were about to shoot a scene of Dr. Malcolm, played by Bruce Willis, walking down the street.

Though a simple walking shot, it showcased Willis's skill as an actor. After only a few test takes, he quickly settled into the right mood, capturing the emotional depth and subtle melancholy needed for the character.

Willis's talent was undoubtedly underrated. His frequent roles as tough guys had overshadowed the subtlety he could bring to a performance, especially through his expressive, intense eyes.

The Die Hard series had both defined and constrained Willis. After the release of The Sixth Sense, many critics still overlooked his skill, dismissing his acting as "lacking versatility" or "better suited for television."

The harshest critiques went as far as saying, "Taking off his undershirt is the extent of Bruce Willis's acting range."

But in truth, Willis's acting had always been Oscar-worthy, a fact apparent from his performances in films like Pulp Fiction, 12 Monkeys, and now, The Sixth Sense.

"Cut! That was perfect!"

Shyamalan clapped his hands enthusiastically. The close-up shot of Willis captured a hauntingly somber look in his eyes, exactly what Shyamalan had envisioned.

"Ten-minute break."

Despite Philadelphia's lingering chill, the coat and scarf Willis wore for the role left him sweating by the end of the take.

"Keep it up, kiddo," Willis said, giving Martin a high-five as he passed.

"You too, big guy. Great job out there," Martin replied with a grin.

The two had developed an easy camaraderie on set.