The story line could easily support a high-tension adventure thriller: call it Indiana Jones and the Temple of the Celluloid Gods. A major Hollywood motion-picture studio dangles over a financial precipice. Suspense mounts. The studio's grip is slipping. Will a rescue come in time? Yes! No! Wait! A dark and dashing film executive comes running! With amazing speed and savvy, he and a band of executive sidekicks fashion socko new feature films and perform brilliant marketing acrobatics. Finally, the studio swings across the threatening void. On the other side it finds -- what else? -- a king's ransom!
That spine tingler...
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