Chapter 23
Hi everyone, I hope you all are doing well. So, a quick update: I already found a new job. As I thought, it didn't take me long, and for the same pay as the last one. Only bad news is that I won't get to work on my stories as much. So updates will start to slow down again.
On another note, this is the first chapter I am working with an editor and co-writers. So a big thank you to D-3dah03. He has been wonderfully helpful since the start and really wrote the last part of this chapter, which I think is great.
Moving on to reviews.
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" In your opinion, what's the greatest boxing movie of all time?" Jimmy Kimmel asks with a smile. Thinking he knows that the answer will be till this guest says.
"Raging Bull—the original, not the remake," Sylvester Stallone replies without hesitation.
"Raging Bull? Really? I thought you would say Rocky. I mean, personally, I believe it's one of the greatest movies ever made," Jimmy responds, eliciting cheers from the audience.
Smiling and laughing at the crowd's reaction, Sylvester replies, "Thank you, Jimmy. I appreciate that. You know, Rocky is 40 years old now, and I'm very proud that people are still watching it. But Raging Bull... that movie set the standard, not just for boxing films but for all action movies that followed."
"How so?" Jimmy inquires.
"Well, you should go back and watch the classic boxing films. If you look at some of the old ones like *The Champ* or *Kid Galahad*, movies that I know most of you might not have heard of, you'll see good films but really poor choreography. It's like watching those kids' toys that box, what are they called?" Sly says.
Jimmy thinks for a moment and replies, "You mean Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots?"
Sly claps his hands and exclaims, "Yes, exactly! That's what watching those films is like. The movements in those films were very stiff and robotic. However, *Raging Bull* was different. It was fluid, clean, and very realistic."
"Isn't *Raging Bull* from 1940 one of Ruth's films?" Jimmy asks.
"It is," Sly replies with a smile.
"Didn't she also produce *Rocky*?" Jimmy inquires.
"She did, and I was very fortunate that she took a chance on me. Not only did it mark the beginning of my career, but it was also because she believed in me," Sly says.
"If I remember correctly, there's an old story about how that opportunity came about. Many people say you crashed one of her parties and demanded that she read your script," Jimmy comments, prompting the audience to clap. After all, everyone knows the story—or at least some version of it.
Waving his hands for silence, Sly says, "Yes, yes, I know the story, and there are other versions that claim I rushed her guards and took down… what was it, 10 or 12 guys to get to her?"
"I think it's 20 now?" Jimmy replies with a smile and a laugh.
"Right, 20 guys," Shy says, rolling his eyes. "The truth is, I did crash her party. It was at Cipriani in New York—a huge event, the who's who of New York society. A friend of mine worked as a side order chef, so I asked him to do me a big favor and sneak me in through the kitchen. My only goal was to get her my script. That was it. Nothing else," Sly explains.
"Well, it clearly worked," Jimmy replies with a smile.
Sly laughs, remembering that night as if it were yesterday. "It did, but it didn't at the same time. You see, I didn't get more than 30 feet towards her before her guards spotted me and grabbed me."
"Oh, that couldn't have been good," Jimmy says, still smiling.
Shaking his head, Sly continues slyly, "Oh, it wasn't. I tried to call out to her, but these were serious guys. Some of them had been with her during the really tough years of the 1960s. I barely opened my mouth before one of them punched me right in the gut. I couldn't breathe, and then they took me out back and tossed me in the trash."
"Ah, man, that must have been rough," Jimmy says, picturing the scene.
"It was, you know, and it was humiliating too. I really felt like I hit rock bottom at that moment, but there was a silver lining," Sly replies.
"Honestly, Sly, I don't see how there could have been a silver lining in this situation," Jimmy responds.
"I understand, but in that alley, about ten feet away, there was this old man smoking a cigarette. He looked like one of those really old gangsters—the type of guy you really didn't want to mess with because he had seen some things and lived to tell the tale," Sly explains.
"Sounds like a pretty intimidating guy," Jimmy observes.
"Well, Sonny Franzese was indeed a scary guy, but you know, getting tossed in the trash was actually a blessing in disguise," Sly says.
Looking at him oddly, Jimmy asks, "How so?"
"While I was sitting there in the trash, Sonny approached me and looked down at me. I can still remember what he said: 'You're either the bravest motherf***er in the world or the stupidest one. Ten years ago, they would have shot you without question.' He then leaned down, picked up my script, and asked if this was really what I was willing to get myself killed for. I replied yes. He then nodded his head in respect to me and took the script back inside, and that's how it all began."
"That's how Rocky was born," Jimmy says, enjoying the story.
"And Rocky was born," Sly repeats, laughing the whole time. He would never forget that night and how lucky he was to still be alive because those guys were actually ready to kill him and only stopped because Sonny told them to stop. A part he wisely left out.
- Jimmy Kimmel Live! Interview with Sylvester Stallone
November 29, 1940
-Ruth POV-
"For the last time, deep breaths, Caroline," I say, making the final adjustments to her dress while still in my underwear, as our dates for the night waited outside in the living room for us.
"Oh God, I can't, Ruth. This is too much. I'm not ready for this. What if I embarrass myself, or worse, Jake? This is his big night, and just look at me," Caroline replies, her voice delicate and full of worry.
I roll my eyes as I listen to her. Honestly, I like Caroline. She's a sweet and wonderful woman, but she has always been a bundle of nerves since I met her. She constantly worries and thinks little of herself, even though Jake loves her more than anything in the world. Sure, she's a bit pudgy—plump, I would say—and short, but she's not unattractive. If anything, she has a plain Jane appearance. Caroline isn't exactly glamorous, but she possesses a homey warmth that many men look for in a wife.
"Please spare me that 'I am not attractive' shit. I could walk out into the living room right now, and every guy's eyes would be on me—except for Jake's, and you know it." I say this with amusement, and I'm not altogether wrong.
Whenever Jake looks at his wife, I can't help but think of the song "My Eyes Adored You" by the Four Seasons. In fact, it's the only song on my upcoming album that isn't specifically about Liz. Don't get me wrong; my eyes definitely adore Liz, but something about that song seemed to fit Jake and Caroline better.
"Don't forget that after Jake and I kissed during filming, he immediately ran to a payphone to call her and apologize," Liz says, taking a sip of her wine while standing in her underwear and waiting for me to finish up with Caroline.
"Is that my 1875 Château Lafite Rothschild?" I ask, pretending to be outraged.
Taking another sip, Liz replies, "It would seem so."
"You do realize that's a thousand-dollar bottle of wine, right?" I ask.
Once again, she took a sip, this time with a mocking smile on her lips. "Is that so? Maybe you should keep it where it can't be so easily found."
I looked away, shaking my head. "Anyway, what Liz was saying is that he loves you. He doesn't care what you look like tonight; you will always be the most beautiful woman in the world to him."
Caroline blushed and replied, "Thanks, girls. That means a lot coming from you two. I know Jake loves me, but with so much temptation around, I get scared."
Walking up to Caroline, Liz held out a glass of whisky and said, "Here, drink this. It will help calm your nerves."
I shot Liz a look of shock and a bit of outrage. "Really? My 40-year-old Bushmills? You do realize that was a gift from Arnold Rothstein on the day of my christening, right?"
"Yes, one of thirteen bottles if I remember right. It makes you wonder who in their right mind would give a baby thirteen bottles of whisky for their christening," Liz replied.
"I should point out that the number thirteen is considered a sacred number for the Italian people," I replied matter-of-factly.
"Wasn't he Jewish?" I heard Caroline say before taking a gulp of whiskey and starting to cough.
"Well... yes, but you don't have to be Italian to respect their culture and customs," I defended myself.
"And the Irish whiskey?" Liz chimed in, sensing that I was on the defensive.
After a moment's thought, I finally admitted, "I've got nothing."
This made Liz smile in victory.
"Don't look so smug. You still going to pay me for the drinks?" I said to her, keeping my tone matter-of-fact.
Liz then moved out of sight and said, "Sure, I will."
Liz then looked me in the eye with a seductive glance and licked her lips, making it clear how she planned to pay me back for the fifteen thousand dollars worth of alcohol she just opened. Was it fair compensation, considering I could have that experience at any time? Maybe not, but… well, what can I say? Liz knew how to push my buttons to get her way as much as I knew how to push hers. In other words, I was weak.
After I finished stitching the last seam of the dress I had made for Caroline, I stepped back to let her see herself in the mirror. I chose an all-white dress inspired by the one Gwyneth Paltrow wore at the 2012 Oscars. It was simple and tasteful—perfect for a woman like Caroline, who preferred subtlety over revealing too much skin.
As she admired her reflection, she smiled at me and said, "Ruth, it's… wonderful."
"No, you are wonderful, Caroline! And don't worry, Jake will love you in that dress," I replied with a smile but then added, "And out of it."
Which made her blush hard because she was also wearing a little number I had also made underneath the dress. Yep, Jake was going to be very pleased tonight in one way or another. Most likely both.
Clapping my hands, I said, "Alright, Liz, your turn. Front and center!"
As Caroline stepped away from the mirror, she picked up a newspaper while Liz took her place in front of it. Caroline then said, "Hey Ruth, did you see this article in the paper about Jenny Blake? They're calling her America's Newest Sweetheart."
"It's the dress," I replied.
Designing a dress for Jenny was easy; after all, with a beauty like hers, anything looks good on her. After I finally remembered who she reminded me of, I put in a lot of effort to find the perfect dress for her to wear at the premiere of *Citizen Kane*, which, by the way, turned out to be a much bigger hit than I had anticipated. As one of the most controversial films in Hollywood history, I didn't expect much after the Boys managed to turn the tables on Mr. Hearst. It seems I underestimated how sympathetic the people really could be in this day and age.
In fact, everyone involved with the film had underestimated how well the film would do, as was shown by the numbers. Before, everyone was worried; now they were ecstatic, especially MGM, and Jack, who had stood to lose the most if things didn't work out. Before "Citizen Kane" was released, both had been anxious, or in Jack's case, outright pissed, about how Mr. Hearst had criticized us in the newspapers and how Welles had exceeded the budget by nearly half a million dollars. However, they quickly calmed down when I called to inform them that, in the two weeks since its release, "Citizen Kane" had generated $6.1 million at the box office. While the final figures were not yet available, it was safe to say that Jack would be getting his investment back and then some.
This situation turned everyone involved into film stars. Orson, of course, was already a star, and the film only reinforced what I already knew: that Orson had no limits. Whether it was in theater, radio, or now film, he demonstrated to the world that he could excel in all areas, especially when given a substantial budget. The 'Citizen Kane' I remembered from my past life was already a great film, but with no one obstructing him and the freedom to pursue his vision, Orson simply improved upon what was already a cinematic masterpiece.
As for Jenny, she quickly became a favorite among the public. From the moment she arrived on the red carpet for the premiere of *Citizen Kane*, wearing a beige dress reminiscent of her lookalike (or was it the other way around?) from the film *The Rocketeer*, she captivated everyone's attention. Even before the film hit theaters, there were rumors among attendees that she would be on the cover of every newspaper nationwide. Those rumors proved to be true. The following morning after the premiere, she was being celebrated for her stunning looks and effortless grace. All while maintaining a hint of the farm-girl innocence and all-American charm she had before she came to Hollywood.
To the public, Jenny was neither a floozy nor an untouchable diva; she was down-to-earth and approachable. This was evident when a cameraman tripped and fell at the premiere—without hesitation, she rushed over to help him up. It was a moment I couldn't have scripted better if I tried, especially since the media seized upon it, and photos of the incident spread like wildfire. At that point, it didn't matter to the American public whether she could act; what mattered was that she was beautiful, humble, and kind. Additionally, she was in a committed relationship with a dashing young stunt pilot, who might soon join the war effort.
For many, it was a love story for all the world to watch, and with Jenny and Cliff engaged, the public was eating it up. However, some people, especially in the major studios, made snide comments about Jenny hurting her image with this engagement. Hollywood, particularly today's version, loved to control its stars' public personas. At only 20 years old, Jenny faced criticism from some who believed that men wanted her to remain single and available, and they considered me foolish for allowing her to do as she pleased. In reality, they were the real fools. A savvy public relations expert knew there was no such thing as bad press—if people were talking about you, it was a sign of success, and, oh, were people talking about Jenny.
"Hmmm, well, she is beautiful," Liz remarked in a dry voice. Too dry, in fact, and it came off a bit angry.
"You sound jealous," Caroline remarked casually as I adjusted Liz's dress for the evening. The stunning black gown resembled the one Salma Hayek wore at the 1997 Met Gala. It looked absolutely fabulous on Liz and was undeniably daring for today's standards. The high leg slit reached nearly up to her hip, and the design featured only one shoulder strap, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra or any other underwear. However, that wasn't entirely true—she was actually wearing a thong that I had made for her, as there was only so far Liz was willing to go in showing off.
Rolling her eyes, Liz said, "Hardly. I'm just wondering if I should have fought harder for the role of Susan."
"Bra off," I replied, and Liz, without thinking, removed it and tossed it aside. She had been naked around me enough times by now to feel no shyness about it. However, she did give me a look in the mirror that seemed to say, "Keep things professional; we are not alone." Like I needed to be told that, Caroline was a good friend but not that good. She had no idea Liz and I were a thing, and while, like most women, she had no real problem being naked around other women who knew how she would feel if she found out we were an item.
"Now hold still and stop thinking about 'Citizen Kane.' Yes, it was a great film, but it's hardly a loss for you," I said to Liz, knowing that she was upset about not being given the part of Susan.
"Easy for you to say, Ruth. People are already talking about her winning an Academy Award for her role," Liz replied, somewhat angrily.
"As they should. She did a wonderful job, just like you did in 'Raging Bull,'" I said, intentionally leaving out the fact that my decision not to cast Liz as Susan in 'Citizen Kane' was not solely based on the belief that she would be a better fit for 'Raging Bull.'
The truth was that both she and Jenny auditioned for the role, and Jenny was clearly the superior actress. I love Liz; I truly do, but I had to be objective about casting. She had her moments and improved every day, but Jenny had a level of consistency that Liz hadn't yet achieved. Jenny could easily find her character and maintain that character throughout the performance without it suffering. Liz frequently lost her character in the middle of takes, and her acting faltered at the worst times.
A good example of this was 'Boom Town.' It's true that Liz had other things on her mind while we were filming, but that only highlighted her fragility as an actress. I could work with her, but until she matured as a performer, it was best to keep her away from someone as committed to artistic integrity as Orson. I had visited his set to see him at work, and Jenny could handle his high demands and risk-taking. Liz, however, would likely fall apart under that pressure.
"Yes, but fewer people are going to watch 'Raging Bull.' You said it yourself, Ruth. It's going to be controversial," Liz said, her voice filled with concern.
I rolled my eyes and stood up, adjusting the strap of her dress. "Look at me. We are about to make history. No one will forget this film anytime soon, and you play a crucial role."
Taking a deep breath, she felt the urge to kiss her girlfriend to calm her nerves but knew she couldn't—at least not in front of Caroline. Instead, she simply nodded.
"Good! Now come on, help me into my dress," I said with a smile.
"Oh God, do I have to go get the pliers?" Liz joked, recalling the last time she had to help Ruth get dressed.
"Not this time," I replied with my best smile. However, I suddenly remembered my hips and added, "You know what? Top drawer and be careful not to rip the fabric."
**Newspaper POV**
Last night's premiere of Lucky Pictures' latest film, "Raging Bull," showcased a mix of up-and-coming glamour and audacity. While some in the media have labeled the event the pinnacle of fashion and glamour in Hollywood, this writer cannot help but deem it a complete disgrace and a sign of Hollywood's moral values deteriorating. From the scantily dressed women to the film's troubling lack of morality, one must question why we fought so hard for better conduct in Hollywood only to arrive at this point. It's hard to believe that Mr. Hays can stand by and allow such filth to be produced under his watch. - The Washington Post
Controversial, that is the only word that can describe the film known as 'Raging Bull'. Is it a cinematic masterpiece, as some have called it, or an offense towards good taste? In this Humble writer's opinion, it is both. From start to finish, it features a remarkable performance by Hollywood newcomer Jake Howard, who not only captures the detestable character of Jake Como but also provides a realistic depiction of how one's excesses can lead to one's downfall. Truly, this is a film like no other. - The New York Times
Joe Louis is a true champion of the people, according to one writer. His performance as fictional boxing champion Sugar Ray Robinson is a remarkable example of everything that is good about America. Both honorable and kind, Robinson embodies an unbreakable will and a willingness to help others get back on their feet when they fall. Is there a more fitting example of what it means to be American? - Chicago Tribune
Has Ruth Luciano gone too far with her fashion choices? From the moment she entered the spotlight, Miss Luciano has become known for her bold and stylish outfits. She has worn clearly masculine clothing while working on the set of her movies, as well as a skin-tight three-piece suit at the 1939 Academy Awards. One cannot help but question whether she has crossed the line from simply being bold to becoming scandalous. Consider Lizabeth Scott's high-slit black dress and Miss Luciano's metallic strapless dress that reveals an excessive amount of cleavage. People are left wondering if she is a corrupting influence on young women everywhere or a true trailblazer. - Cosmopolitan
-Audience's POV-
After the film ends…
Moments after the first screening of the film *Raging Bull*, a well-dressed young man in his 30s exited the movie theater, his expression a mix of intrigue and bewilderment at what he had just witnessed.
"What in tarnation did I just watch?!" He wondered as he walked along the sidewalk, trying to piece together the film he had just watched, only to fall short.
He was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions. On one hand, it was one of the most obscene and immoral films he had ever seen. Yet, on the other hand, it told a compelling story that was impossible to ignore. He recalled a time before the Hays Code, when films often depicted sex, violence, and crassness in various forms. Often in bad taste. It truly had been a period of degradation for Hollywood, and if you asked him, few of those films could be considered anything but filth.
Watching "Raging Bull" reminded him of those years in a way, but unlike those past films, he actually enjoyed this one—much to his surprise. Yes, it portrayed some forms of debauchery, but it also had a story. More accurately, it served as a warning about the consequences of unchecked hedonism.
He honestly enjoyed this film and reluctantly admits that he once supported Hollywood censorship, but lately the films have become rather dull. Most movies follow the same repetitive formula, telling the same story with little to no variation. "Raging Bull" changed that; it simply told a compelling tale of downfall, sin, and immorality, presented in a way that reflects the real world rather than the sanitized version other films offer.
For this reason, he gives it a thumbs-up, although he would never let his kids watch it.
"Thank goodness for the warning on the poster. It clearly stated that the film was not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. That was a responsible approach. Now, I don't have to worry about my boys going to the movies and watching something inappropriate," he thought happily, looking forward to what Ruth would do next.
Shortly after he left the theater, a pair of young ladies in their late twenties, dressed in their Sunday best, emerged, and they also had mixed feelings about the film they had just watched.
"That brute! How could he do that to Shirley? She's America's little angel, for crying out loud! He should be ashamed of himself—ashamed!" one of the ladies bellowed, feeling a rage she rarely experienced. Watching poor Shirley Temple being essentially tossed to the ground was cruel. What kind of man would lay his hands on a child like that?
As they made their way toward a cab, her friend chimed in, trying to calm her down. "Calm down, Mary. It's just a movie. Miss Temple was clearly not really harmed. Miss Luciano was obviously trying to warn people about the dangers of vices, sins, and immorality, not portray them in a better light."
As the cab pulled away from the curb, the conversation continued.
"I know, Nancy," Mary sighed. "It just doesn't seem right to me. I understand that the film is supposed to be hard to watch—which is the point, I suppose—but seeing a man behave like that—can he even be called a man anymore at that point? And what was that wife of his thinking, going after a married man like that? Not to mention all the vices, the immorality, and the profane language! How was this film ever even allowed to be made?
"Who knows? In any case, I think it's a great film. Aside from those issues, it tells a cautionary story about what not to do," Nancy replied politely.
"You're right, Nancy. As much as it concerns me—and I still question why it was made—the overall story is good and worth telling," Mary said, calming down a bit and reluctantly acknowledging its better qualities. She added that, aside from the storytelling, the cinematography and lighting were amazing. "Who knew you could capture such images in such clear and crisp texture like that? It was something else."
On the ride back, as they continued discussing the movie, both women agreed they wouldn't show it to their kids until they were much older and capable of making sound decisions.
"If my husband ever becomes a drunken mess like that savage, Jake Como, he'll regret it when I'm done with him," Mary warned sternly. However, she honestly couldn't see her husband treating their children that way. Still, he was coming to see this film with her later. Whether he liked it or not.
Nancy sighed and shook her head as the cab headed toward their homes.
Back at the theatre…
The next people to leave the theatre were an elderly couple who walked out quietly, both reflecting on their experience. "What on earth have we just witnessed?" they thought to themselves. Dressed in their finest evening attire, they had hoped to enjoy a pleasant time at the theatre while watching the latest film from the up-and-coming studio Lucky Pictures. They had greatly enjoyed the last three films they saw and found 'Citizen Kane' to be a bit unusual but still a good movie overall. So when they saw the poster for 'Raging Bull,' which was produced by the same studio, they anticipated another delightful experience.
It was clear by the looks on their faces that what they experienced was far from what they had expected. Both of them were in their mid-50s and had believed they had seen it all, but the film "Raging Bull" proved them wrong. To them, it was one of the most vulgar, obscene, and outright disturbing movies they had ever encountered. They couldn't comprehend how such a degenerate film could possibly be shown in their theater. It felt wrong on so many levels and seemed entirely unsuitable for a public screening.
"I don't care if this film was meant to warn us about the dangers of vice and immorality; it is completely outrageous and repugnant!" The husband exclaimed, expressing his distaste for the film while his wife nodded in agreement. Though not for even a moment did he actually think or care what she really thought about the film.
"This was supposed to be our special date night, and now it feels ruined!" he added as they walked toward their car.
"You're right, darling. It was incredibly crass," the woman replied softly, agreeing with her husband like she always did. She shook her head vigorously in agreement with her husband's sentiments. If those were her actual thoughts, however, she would never say. Though, given the day and age, there was a good chance she actually agreed with him, or at least thought she did, without giving it much thought.
Her husband quietly nodded, happy they both agreed this film was pure garbage. As they drove away, he knew that by the next morning, he was going to write a long letter to the local newspaper and file a complaint about 'Raging Bull'
To him, it still didn't make sense why it was allowed to be made in the first place. And yet as they drove off into the night, the old man couldn't help but clench his fist in rage. Wishing more than anything that he could have given that Jake Como a good beating, all while picturing it was his own father he was hitting. He would never admit it to anyone, not even himself, but he was glad that nigger Ray Robinson had beat the living hell out of him. It was the only redeeming aspect of the whole film.
-Third Person POV-
When 'Raging Bull' was first released in theaters across the nation on November 29, 1940, the reactions from the audience and moviegoers were mixed at best.
Younger viewers, who tended to be more open-minded toward new ideas, generally spoke positively about the film. Many even went so far as to claim it was the greatest film ever made, praising its innovative storytelling, cinematography, and outstanding acting. Although it was explicitly stated that no one under the age of 18 was allowed to enter, that didn't stop the mass of teens from finding their way in. Many either lied about their age or simply bribed their way inside. It was a different time, and many mistakes went unnoticed, with regulations doing little to deter underage viewers.
The older crowd had a more mixed reaction to 'Raging Bull,' with many expressing their distaste and displeasure. They didn't care that the film aimed to portray vices negatively or that it warned against those actions; the mere fact that it was shown and screened in a public setting offended them. Numerous individuals wrote to newspaper columns, voicing their disgust and even calling for a boycott of theaters that were showing the film.
Unfortunately for them, their efforts had the opposite effect and even helped generate even more interest in what all the fuss was about. This led to a wide range of reactions, from shock and disapproval to intrigue and fascination.
Ultimately, the backlash from the older crowd contributed to the film's box office success and sent a clear message to other studios: a new era of filmmaking was emerging, with Ruth Luciano at the forefront, paving the way for what was to come. At this point, her rise to prominence seemed inevitable.
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Just a quick FYI: I have now started taking ideas for a Modern Family X Entertainment story. I have been reading a few as of late, and while I enjoy them, many either start with the MC already being rich or a family member. I wish to go another way. So I will see how things go, but I'm not sure when I will post the first chapter.