Can you imagine a 19-year-old Geena Davis or Jeff Goldblum dreaming about becoming a big star in Hollywood, doing important films much in the vein of their idols like Paul Newman, Meryl Streep, Faye Dunaway, Martin Sheen or Robert DeNiro?
All the money they'd make and all the Academy Award after parties they'd attend sipping champagne, wearing expensive tuxedos and dresses.
All the admirers they'd have sending them letters or screaming at them during filming or on the red carpet.
All of the their peers dying to work with them on the latest hit film. All the Hollywood hunks and Beverly Hills socialites dying to make love to you and become a trophy for the great American dream of superstardom.
Then sometime in 1985, they did The Fly where Davis watches Goldblum turn into a giant, acid-spitting fly burn the arm and leg off John Getz. Not exactly how that vision goes.
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