ICM, CAA, and WMA, Hollywood's three major talent agencies, all had their own packaging services.
For many film companies, packaging services solved a lot of problems and saved time. However, the agencies also used directors and actors as bargaining chips to demand exorbitant fees from studios, which gave the studios quite a headache.
By joining forces with major directors and stars to demand profit shares from studios and indirectly interfere with film production, talent agencies made film companies both love and hate the packaging system.
After all, agencies had abundant resources and could quickly provide studios with complete projects, allowing them to maintain a steady supply of films for theaters.
Especially CAA's Michael Ovitz—greedy and domineering, he had mastered packaging services to perfection.
That evening, at a beach bar near Santa Monica Pier, Aaron Anderson and Jennifer Connelly drank tequila while watching a singer perform onstage.
Watching the Black rapper onstage, Aaron shook his head. West Coast gangsta rap culture was developing rapidly now, almost catching up to New York.
"By the way, Connelly, how are the repairs at Stanford University coming along?"
Aaron asked.
"Almost finished. Most of the damaged buildings have been restored; only a small portion remains."
Aaron nodded, wondering whether he should donate something to Stanford University and pave the way for his future descendants.
Forget it. It was still too early.
"Let's go dance, Aaron." Jennifer Connelly seemed somewhat excited, perhaps because she had landed a role in "The Rocketeer."
"Sure." Aaron stood, wrapped an arm around the sexy Jennifer Connelly, and led her onto the dance floor.
Amid the alcohol and hormones, the two soon embraced and kissed passionately, feeling each other's bodies.
"Bang..." Aaron, who was holding Jennifer Connelly, was bumped into by someone—another young couple locked in an embrace.
"Sorry, I'm just