THE GOONIES

 

• Budget: The film's total budget was approximately $19 million. This figure encapsulates various production costs including:
  
  
  • Salaries for Cast and Crew:
    • While specific actor salaries aren't publicly detailed, it's known that child actors in the 80s typically didn't command high fees. However, the presence of established actors like Anne Ramsey and Joe Pantoliano, and the involvement of Steven Spielberg as an executive producer, would have contributed to this budget.
    • Director Richard Donner's salary would also be a significant portion of this.
  • Production Design and Sets:
    • A substantial part of the budget went into creating the elaborate sets, especially the pirate ship (The Inferno) and the numerous booby traps. J. Michael Riva, the production designer, worked on making these sets visually impressive, which included building a full-sized pirate ship model.
  • Special Effects:
    • The Goonies required practical effects like animatronics for characters like Sloth, and various mechanical effects for the traps and the ship's final scene. Industrial Light & Magic was involved for some special effects, contributing to the cost.
  • Location Shooting:
    • Much of the film was shot in Astoria, Oregon, which involved location fees, logistics, and accommodations for the crew. Some scenes were also shot in Burbank, California, on Warner Bros. soundstages.
  • Music and Soundtrack:
    • The film's score by Dave Grusin and the use of popular songs like Cyndi Lauper's "The Goonies 'R' Good Enough" would have added to the costs, though this might be less significant compared to other aspects.
  • Marketing and Promotion:
    • While not part of the direct production costs, marketing, including the music video for the theme song, would have been funded by this budget or additional promotional budgets.
• Miscellaneous Costs:
• This includes everything from costumes, props, transportation, catering, insurance, and
• other operational expenses during the shoot.I 

I Love this movie!

Will  Goonies New Treasure  be made a reality?  With all the actors and directors that have past away year my year it becomes  more unlikely.    

Do i want it?  That's tuff call. They should have done sequel in the 80s   You ever wondered if the coast guard intercepted the Treasure ship of on eyed Willy? 

My wish ! To go to Cannon Beach

Good morning! I was thinking about what I really want for this summer. I would love to see Cannon Beach, Oregon. I don't drive anymore, so I have to rely on others. That's why I haven't been to Cannon Beach in so many years.

It makes me sad sometimes. I want to go to Ecola State Park. There is a path to some WWII bunkers. It is full of crickets; they look like giant spiders. It was a tradition to go there with my son for his birthday. I hope this year I will carry on the tradition. He will drive.

So that is what I would love to have happen, whether that happens or not. I can only hope. Be sure to follow me so you don't miss out. You can also bookmark my page. 

Guten Morgen! Ich habe darüber nachgedacht, was ich mir diesen Sommer wirklich wünsche. Ich würde gerne Cannon Beach, Oregon sehen. Ich fahre nicht mehr, also muss ich mich auf andere verlassen. Deshalb war ich seit so vielen Jahren nicht mehr in Cannon Beach.

Das macht mich manchmal traurig. Ich möchte zum Ecola State Park. Es gibt einen Weg zu einigen Bunkern des Zweiten Weltkriegs. Es ist voller Grillen; sie sehen aus wie riesige Spinnen. Es war eine Tradition, mit meinem Sohn zu seinem Geburtstag dorthin zu gehen. Ich hoffe, dass ich dieses Jahr die Tradition weiterführen werde. Er wird fahren.

Das ist es also, was ich gerne hätte, ob das passiert oder nicht. Ich kann nur hoffen. Achte darauf, mir zu folgen, damit du es nicht verpasst. Sie können auch bookmarken meine page.

¡Buenos días! Estaba pensando en lo que realmente quiero para este verano. Me encantaría ver Cannon Beach, Oregon. Ya no conduzco, así que tengo que confiar en los demás. Por eso no he estado en Cannon Beach en tantos años.

A veces me entristece. Quiero ir al Parque Estatal de Ecola. Hay un camino hacia algunos búnkeres de la Segunda Guerra Mundial. Está lleno de grillos; parecen arañas gigantes. Era una tradición ir allí con mi hijo para su cumpleaños. Espero que este año siga la tradición. Él conducirá.

Así que eso es lo que me encantaría que sucediera, suceda o no. Sólo puedo esperar. Asegúrate de seguirme para que no te pierdas. También puedes marcar mi página.

DAY 2 of 365 Snowing

 HEY ITS DAY 2!!  So it's snowing!   I actually  remember when I lived in Cannon Beach and 🌨 snow ❄️ on the beach.  It was rare for it to snow ar the beach ⛱️  It was so beautiful!.  My regret was i did not have my camera 🙃  I choose to enjoy the moment. I know i talk alot about Cannon Beach. It's because it was special time in my lifetime. That can not  be replicated. Like the same You can't go back home again.Can a beach will always be my favorite home.

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2 scarry true storys:Cannon Beach

Greetings! Another scary story. Please follow me and this blog. Once again, we are back in Cannon Beach, Oregon. I've never told this story before. I don't recall her name; this was told to me by her roommate. We were all working at a conference center in Cannon Beach. She had dabbled in the occult—nothing major. Then something happened that would forever change her. I will call her Kate. She was unhappy, despite being at the beach and working. She had a dark cloud hanging over her. She cried out, "Why me?" She stepped out from the whale park onto the beach. She cried and walked down toward the ocean. She loved burying her toes in the wet sand. The feeling of the sand made her feel a little better. Ecola Creek ran from the mountains to the ocean. It was only a couple of feet wide. She crossed over to North Beach. She knew it was a bad idea to go that far alone at night. Everything said, "Go back." It was like in horror movies when you want to shout, "Run!" She proceeded inland. She could see a bonfire. As she moved closer, a cold gust of wind sent shivers through her body. They were chanting, with horns and masks on. She turned around quickly and ran back to Conference Word.  She told her roommate the story. The next day  she went back.  As soon as she stepped into the sand she felt a burn. She thought someone burry a cole from a fire.  So she sifted through the sand trying to find the cold that had burnt her foot. There was nothing.  So she went to were the bonfire was. All that she could fined was a lot of animals bones. She went back. I think stayed at week or two and left for home. Can you really blame her? If you enjoy my bug, please follow my Blog so you don't mess out any new creepy stories or regular ones.   

Salutations ! Encore une histoire effrayante. Suivez-moi et ce blog. Une fois de plus, nous sommes de retour à Cannon Beach, dans l'Oregon. Je n'ai jamais raconté cette histoire auparavant. Je ne me souviens pas de son nom ; cela m'a été dit par sa colocataire. Nous travaillions tous dans un centre de conférence à Cannon Beach. Elle s'était essayée à l'occulte - rien de majeur. Puis quelque chose s'est passé qui allait la changer pour toujours. Je vais l'appeler Kate. Elle était malheureuse, bien qu'elle soit à la plage et qu'elle travaille. Elle avait un nuage sombre suspendu au-dessus d'elle. Elle s'est écriée : "Pourquoi moi ?" Elle sortit du parc à baleines sur la plage. Elle pleura et descendit vers l'océan. Elle aimait enterrer ses orteils dans le sable mouillé. La sensation du sable la faisait se sentir un peu mieux. Ecola Creek allait des montagnes à l'océan. Il ne faisait que quelques pieds de large. Elle a traversé jusqu'à North Beach. Elle savait que c'était une mauvaise idée d'aller aussi loin seule la nuit. Tout disait : "Retourne". C'était comme dans les films d'horreur quand vous voulez crier : " Cours ! " Elle s'est rendue à l'intérieur des terres. Elle pouvait voir un feu de joie. Alors qu'elle s'approchait, une rafale de vent froide a envoyé des frissons dans son corps. Ils chantaient, avec des cornes et des masques. Elle se retourna rapidement et courut vers Conference Word. Elle a raconté l'histoire à sa colocataire. Le lendemain, elle est revenue. Dès qu'elle est entrée dans le sable, elle a senti une brûlure. Elle pensait que quelqu'un enterrait un cole d'un incendie. Alors elle a tamisé le sable en essayant de trouver le froid qui lui avait brûlé le pied. Il n'y avait rien. Alors elle est allée à l'endroit où était le feu de joie. Tout ce qu'elle pouvait trouver, c'était beaucoup d'os d'animaux. Elle est revenue. Je pense que je suis resté à une semaine ou deux et je suis parti pour la maison. Pouvez-vous vraiment la blâmer ? Si vous aimez mon bug, s'il vous plaît suivez mon blog afin que vous ne gâchez pas de nouvelles histoires effrayantes ou

Cannon Beach Oregon Spooky story

I lived and worked in my early twenties. It was widely known as something you don't do. It was my first time living at the beach. My first fall there was beautiful; we would have bonfires, sit, and talk. It was so peaceful. Sometimes I felt like it was all an amazing dream. If you ever walk on the beach at night, you feel the wind. All you can hear is the wind and the crashing waves. Walking on the beach, the sand under my toes, I hoped it would last forever. You know, everything has its time. I was on the beach at night where the wet sand met the dry sand. I had heard the bonfire stories. The story is that when you are on the beach with no city lights, it will appear. You will hear whispers at first. Then you will hear someone call your name. I thought it was all bull. One night I was walking down the beach, far from the glow of the city lights. With only the moonlight, I was making my way. When I heard my name called, quietly at first, my thoughts were "Oh, shit." You know, you're turning around hoping it's the wind. So I turned around reluctantly. I saw the shadow figure smile and absorb itself straight into the sand. I was in shock!   I actually saw shadow thing. Then I chose  to get back to town as soon as possible.  There are things we don't understand. I will always wonder why me?