No one taps into our desires better than Hollywood with its worship of power and beauty, penchant for excess and appeal to drama. This is where go-getters from all over the world gather to hit the jackpot. You can feel the collective drive and ambition in the air, like a force thundering towards a singular goal. The divide between the have-it-all’s and the want-to-have’s is as clear as Sunset Boulevard, slicing the city in half all the way to the glittering ocean.
This is where a 33-year-old high school dropout named Scott Neeson arrived from Australia for a job at a movie studio. In a town where entertainment is the industry, the studios are like good witches with a magic wand, making dreams come true for a lucky few. With brains, tenacity and charm, Scott quickly climbed to the top and became the President of 20th Century Fox International, overseeing the release of some of history’s biggest blockbusters, like Titanic, Braveheart, X-Men and Independence Day. He got Academy Awards. He flew on private jets with movie stars. He partied with them, too. His paycheck was beyond his wildest dreams, and he bought a black Porsche and a mansion two doors down from Cindy Crawford. His weekends were spent on his yacht with friends, speeding to Catalina Island with the sun hitting his beach blond hair. The American Dream was his in spades. He was one of the lucky few. Anything he wanted was at his fingertips.
