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Flamboyant San Francisco Lawyer Melvin Belli let it be known that he was available. Coppola and Puzo agreed that the actor they saw in the role was Brando (see CINEMA). Once again the Paramount bosses howled. They saw Brando in his more familiar role as the star of money-losing pictures and a moody troublemaker on the set. Brando's shenanigans during the filming of Mutiny on the Bounty had become legend, and the star, who is currently divorced from his second wife, was famous for his sometimes tumultuous off-screen romances...
Shoe Polish and Tissue Paper. Finally Paramount accepted the choice of Brando - with a stipulation. He would have to go through a screen test. Though Brando had never lost his technical brilliance, he had not given a truly satisfactory performance in years. Still, asking him to go through a screen test was like asking the Pope to recite the catechism. But Brando was so eager for the part that, when he heard about the stipulation through the grapevine, he beat Paramount to the punch by suggesting a test himself. Coppola hauled a video-tape camera to the star...
...federal agent, "if some picture company did the life of Audie Murphy, he'd be invited to the premiere. If the movie was about the military, they'd turn out the generals. So when they do one about us, we should be there too." Your move. Paramount...
There is a paperback called The Godmother, a movie (a retitled American version of a film by the respected French director Jean-Pierre Mel ville) called The Godson. Paramount is planning the official Puzo-scripted sequel to The Godfather - The Death of Michael Corleone. Also in the works is a movie version of The Valachi Papers, the memoirs of Cosa Nostra veteran Joe Valachi. There is even a Godfather game, in which players compete for control of the rackets...
...PARAMOUNT STUDIO has a marvelous main gate, imposing and familiar: you've seen it in dozens of movies about the movies. But behind the ornate baroque swirls of its iron facade lies a studio much like any other. Anonymous administration buildings, tacky writers's bungalows, and the looming shapes of the sound stages, lofty and featureless as airplane hangars, all stand on the sandy lot divided by wide dusty roads, baking silently in the heat. There is something hallucinatory about those roads, white and glaring, always seen through a quivering haze of dust that hangs hesitantly...