HWI 462

Hollywood What If Chapter 462

"Congratulations, Director. It seems like you will have another successful movie on your list. As expected of someone as talented as you. You never miss. I still haven't watched the movie, but I'm confident that it will be a blast!" The reporter was glazing at this point.

"Haha."

Kazir just laughed... He didn't feel good at all. He couldn't just say yes and admit it.

At first, out of desperation to become famous, Kazir was ready to steal as many movie hits as possible.

He wanted to experience the life of a successful director. The dream he wanted to achieve. The dream he didn't achieve before he died in a traffic accident. The biggest regret of his life.

So when he returned to the past, Kazir promised that he would do everything. He didn't care if Se7en was created by someone else, he wanted to become famous, so he stole it.

He didn't care if Napoleon Dynamite was meant to be created in the next decade. He wanted to achieve his dream, so he also stole it.

Just like The Hangover, Taken, John Wick, and many more. Kazir didn't feel guilty about what he did. Life was tough, and he had to do it to survive, and so did everyone. One way or another, people would step on each other just to get to a higher level of living.

He was satisfied with what he achieved. He never regretted one of them. He reached his status because of what he did.

Of course, he put love into all of his creations. He didn't disregard them and made sure that every movie would achieve success.

He was happy... at first.

But now, after a decade of repeating the same thing, Kazir felt empty.

Happiness didn't last forever. Sure, he was happy whenever his movies made money, but he couldn't get the satisfaction he was looking for. He felt empty.

Kazir knew that Batman Begins grossed more than $300 million at the box office in the original timeline. And now, he was more confident that the movie would perform better because of his box office appeal.

Despite that fact, Kazir couldn't feel the joy. Happiness was there, but joy was missing. He couldn't explain it well, but he knew that something was missing.

He was numbed to constant success.

'I'm a fucking hypocrite. If someone is in the same shoes as me, they will probably be more than happy to say that they filmed Batman Begins.'

To be fair, Kazir did a good job by filming and copying the successful movies. Not only did he make them, but some of the movies were also performed better than the original version, such as Napoleon Dynamite, Wanted, and Spider-Man.

No one could probably do what he did.

Furthermore, Kazir created a Cinematic Universe that didn't happen in the original timeline. Who would have thought that a bunch of action movies could be put into one universe to create a Continental Cinematic Universe?

Kazir was talented. No doubt about that. He remembered all of the movies he watched and even copied them to perfection!

However, no matter how successful and talented a person is, they will always have insecurity. Perhaps it was human nature.

'... I'm being greedy despite the achievements I acquired.'

Kazir knew the problem, and he also knew the solution. He had to film his own movie, a script that he wrote and turned into a movie.

A movie that he could confidently say was his own.

"Thanks for the interview."

The reporter smiled, and Kazir excused himself. The interview was simple, the reporter just asked some questions, and they were comfortable.

The reporter asked Kazir and Scarlett questions related to Batman Begins. The reporter even respected his boundary and never asked why Kazir and Scarlett were walking on the red carpet together.

"Are you okay?" Scarlett worriedly asked.

Even though the reporter was respectable, Scarlett felt like Kazir was uncomfortable with the reporter's praises. As if Kazir believed that he didn't deserve it.

"I'm fine."

Kazir shrugged, acting like everything was all right.

Scarlett bit her lip and hugged his arm tighter as they entered the theater.

"Thank you, Scarlett. You're a good person." Kazir felt her concerns.

"... I'm only a good person to you, not to everybody." She grumbled.

"Pftt—haha. Okay, okay. That made me laugh. So I guess I'm special, huh?"

"Of course! Wait, W-what are you doing?"

Scarlett stuttered and blushed as Kazir leaned closer and kissed her lips. She was stunned.

Then, the cameras behind them started flashing like crazy.

They were still close to the entrance, and the reporters witnessed what happened. They didn't hesitate at all and took pictures.

"I thought you wanted people to know that we are dating?"

"Yeah..." She meekly replied, very shy. She lost all her energy with just one peck on the lips.

"Want me to kiss you again?"

"Hm." She nodded.

"Let's do it later."

"Geez! You playboy! You're making fun of me!" She playfully slapped Kazir's shoulder.

The two found their seats. Next to Kazir was none other than Barry Mayer.

Honestly, it was a bit overwhelming that the Chairman of Warner Brothers was sitting next to Kazir.

Most of the time, the director and the cast of the movie were in one or two rows, while the executives had their own rows.

But Barry Mayer personally talked to the organizer that he wanted to sit next to Kazir.

"It's nice to meet you, Barry."

"Good evening, Kazir."

Kazir and Scarlett sat down. A few seconds later, Barry started the conversation.

"Kazir, what do you think of starting the production of Ted?"

As expected, it was about business.

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[I'm not going to lie, I watched The Dark Knight and The Dark Knight Rises, but I never watched Batman Begins. I only watched some clips. So yeah, there is no summary about this one either. After writing this novel for more than a year, I realized that most readers didn't like movie summaries unless it's related to CCU.]