Hollywood: Lights, Ink, Entertainment!-Chapter 364: Sixty Percent Budget

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Every production has a moment where the budget becomes something that is non-negotiable, and creative choices lead to the final decisions.

A similar kind of situation happened with [I Want to Eat Your Pancreas] film.

From the start, the film’s estimated budget is around $8.5 million to $9 million dollars.

It includes all the major parts of the film:

Shooting in California, Pasadena, a few days in Malibu, the high school exterior in Glendale, hospital interior. Crew of eighty-five on the big days, down to forty on smaller ones.

Supporting cast, and the main leads Tom and Zendaya.

Production design, costumes, equipment rental, travel within state, catering, post for everything non-VFX - color, editorial, sound, score.

The total cost of this production only ends up with–

$3.2 million USD.

Now where is the remaining, $5.3 to $5.8 million USD going?

Well, it goes for the five-minute-and-forty-three-second sequence near the film’s emotional peak, visually, unlike anything else in the film.

It opens on black - just Elliot’s face, indoor dining table light as he sits across Sakura’s mother reading her journal.

Just as begins, the light goes wrong in the best possible way, and then you are somewhere else entirely.

What follows is a sustained dream-logic vision: Sakura falling through a pastel sky scattered with colored stars and floating toys - small diamond shapes, little rockets, stars in every color a child would pick.

Cherry blossom branches reaching into impossible light, each bloom carrying a translucent sphere like a held breath. A pink landscape that stretches to a horizon that doesn’t obey geography.

A forest of sakura trees so dense they cease to be a forest and become a texture, a world-material, a statement about what it feels like to love something that blooms once and then is gone.

The Earth itself, tiny and luminous, suspended in a watercolor sky. And through all of it - Sakura running, falling, floating, arms wide, expression open in a way she almost never allows herself to be in the real-world sections of the film.

She is free here.

It ends the way it begins: on Elliot.

The dining table back to the ordinary world, which has never looked so small.

And just like that, that whole five minute sequence ends up taking more than sixty percent of the entire film’s total budget.

That is what Regal was asking for, and he did not apologize for it once.

Obviously, before the production began there were discussions from his team - trying to talk him out to find a genuine alternative for the sequence.

And it was to cut the visual sequence.

Keep the edit exactly where it is, then hold on Elliot at the dining table with that dim light on his face, the real world, and we bring Sakura in on voiceover - a letter, a memory, something he is reading for the first time.

Her voice described what she imagined: the cherry blossoms, the pink light, the stars in her favorite colors.

Zendaya’s voice in the dark, Tom’s face listening, and the audience building the world in their own heads.

With this method they simply reduce the $5.3 to $5.8 USD to mere thousands. And not just that, they can also avoid fourteen to fifteen weeks of environment pre-production, and twenty-eight weeks of VFX post.

Obviously this was only proposed because the team believed even without the extensive vfx sequence the scene could hold the emotions in the same way albeit slight decrease.

They believe in his writing.

However, once seeing how certain Regal was, they just scrapped the idea.

In the end, it is him who takes the final call, and everybody knows it.

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And once the final decision was made, the VFX team began working on how to achieve Regal’s vision.

There is a major problem with this film they usually don’t have with superheroes movies the same team worked on.

And that is the sudden shift in the tone of the film.

Until then the film won’t be having a single vfx shot, other than the small addons or subtractions.

So going into a full blown VFX sequence out of nowhere can pull the audience out of the film.

In the end, they had to be careful in doing what they were doing, while also not compromising Regal’s vision.

The problem isn’t technical - well, it is technical, but the technical problem is downstream of the actual problem, which is this:

Sakura’s inner world was already perfectly drawn by Regal in storyboard format to the last details, and now the team needs to build it with steel and light and LED panels and two actors who have to stand inside it and feel things that are real.

It’s a problem with no clean solution.

The pre-production period for the dream sequence begins weeks before even the official casting began - and only with that preparation are they now able to start the filming.

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The studio has mirrors on three walls and tape marks on the floor that mean nothing to anyone except - Dee Sullivan - who designed them with at most care.

Zendaya had shown up twenty minutes earlier, dressed in workout clothes with her hair tied back.

Tom, by contrast, had only arrived five minutes ago, carrying the unmistakable look of someone who had been asked to come in, but hadn’t been told what for.

"I know this sounds like a cliché line... but seriously. Why am I here?" he asked Dee, who was busy tightening the harness rig hanging from the ceiling.

"I don’t know... Moral support, maybe?" Dee replied, not even glancing in his direction.

"....please don’t joke. Also, I am perfectly capable of offering moral support while sitting in a chair."

"You are." Dee said. "But that’s not how this is going to work."

Tom looked at Regal, who was sitting in the corner with a tablet showing the storyboards for the final sequence - Sakura’s last diary entry, the one that exists entirely in her imagined world where gravity is a suggestion and planets are stepping stones.

"She needs someone else in the room while she does this." Regal explained. "Obviously it can’t be me - or Dee, since she is busy giving instructions."

It wasn’t that Tom wanted to complain about work. If anything, the opposite was true. No one was actually giving him anything to do except stand there and remain still.

"So I have basically been reduced to a prop." Tom said.

"You are not a prop, Tom. You are the context."

"A fancy word doesn’t make it any more important."

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Dee walked over to where Zendaya was stretching, already halfway into whatever mental space she went to before physical work.

"Today is the wire work." Dee said. "We are building the movement language for the sequence - how you navigate zero gravity, transition between floating and walking, and control your rotation when there’s nothing to push against."

She pulled up the storyboards on her own tablet. "The sequence has you walking across a pink plain, then lifting off into a star field where you do a full 360-degree rotation, then landing on one of the floating planetary spheres, jumping to another one, and finishing with a controlled descent back to solid ground. Five minutes of screen time. Probably eight to ten distinct movement phrases that need to feel connected."

Zendaya studied the boards. "How much of this is going to be practical wire work, and how much gets finished in VFX?"

"About an even split." Regal replied. "The rig handles the lift and the rotations - your body actually performing the motion in the air. VFX builds the surroundings, stretches the scale, and removes the wires. But the foundation is still your movement, so it has to feel physically believable, even if the physics themselves aren’t."

"Got it." Zendaya’s gaze shifted to the harness suspended from the ceiling. "Alright. Let’s begin."

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The first hour was walking.

Just walking, but in a harness system that reduced Zendaya’s effective body weight by sixty percent, which made every step feel like moving through water - too slow and floaty, lacking the resistance that normal walking relied on.

"Ease up on the correction." Dee said as he watched her move in slow, almost dreamlike steps across the studio. "This isn’t meant to feel like you are underwater. Imagine walking in a place where gravity simply has a weaker hold - nothing pushing against you, just less weight keeping you down."

Zendaya adjusted, letting her stride lengthen naturally instead of forcing it.

Three steps. Five steps. Ten.

Tom, standing against the far wall with his arms crossed, watched this with the expression of someone trying to understand what he was seeing.

"What exactly are we aiming for here?" he asked, the question more curious than critical.

"Normal walking in low gravity usually looks forced." Dee explained. "We are trying to make it appear effortless - which is actually much harder to pull off."

After forty minutes, Zendaya had found something - a walking rhythm that felt inevitable rather than performed, her body trusting that each step would catch even though the ground was taking longer to arrive than her instincts expected.

"Good." Dee said. "Now we take it higher."

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The wire rig could rotate Zendaya on three axes: pitch (forward/backward tumble), yaw (spinning like a top), and roll (cartwheel motion). The final sequence required all three at different moments, sometimes simultaneously.

The problem was that human bodies don’t rotate in zero gravity the way objects do - people instinctively try to control rotation with limbs, reaching for a purchase that doesn’t exist, which reads on camera as panic rather than grace.

"The first rotation is straightforward." Dee said while tightening the rigging. "You begin walking, then start to rise, and the motion carries you into a full forward 360, like a slow somersault, before you settle into the star field. It needs to feel as if the rotation is happening to you, not something you’re deliberately performing."

Zendaya was lifted about three feet off the floor, her body horizontal, arms resting along her sides.

"Don’t try to meet the movement." Dee instructed. "And don’t reach out for balance. Just let it carry you."

The rig slowly started turning her forward.

Her first reaction showed in the tightening of her shoulders - an instinct to stretch her arms outward.

"No." Dee said calmly. "Trust the motion. The world is the thing turning. You’re simply being carried through it."

They ran it nine times.

By the sixth rotation, Zendaya’s body had stopped fighting, her arms stayed relaxed, her face open, the rotation looking less like a stunt and more like a person experiencing something gentle and strange.

Tom, still against the wall, had stopped looking confused and started looking concerned.

"Am I the only one who thinks this looks dangerously questionable?" he asked.

"It’s three feet off the ground." Regal replied.

"She is still spinning."

"Very slowly." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"...yes, but spinning nonetheless."

Halfway through the rotation, Zendaya hung upside down and opened her eyes, fixing Tom with a direct look. "I can hear you."

"I am merely voicing a reasonable concern for your safety."

"Try doing it more quietly."

The rig completed the rotation and brought her back to vertical. Dee lowered her to the ground.

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[To be continued...]

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