Executive Decision (1996) review: Why they kill the main character?

Look buddy, I dont know who you are or how you get the balls big enough to question my integrity, but I signed up to that movie with the promise I was the guy saving the President, being the biggest action star in the world at the time. And That snivelling little buffoon, Russel, was going to be my sidekick. Halle Berry was my love interest. (There's a lot of unseen footage of me and Berry joining the mile high club)

In the script they sent me Little Johhny Squeezamo was the one falling out of the plane, I could never remember his name, so I just used to call him little squeezy, because he was short and soft, he seemed to like the name. It had a lame ending, so I touched up the script, and at the end I was going to have an Aikido knife fight with that Poirot guy and throw him out of the cockpit window.

Obviously, that sneaky snake Kurt Russel got in first, probably his wife's idea. She was always on set sticking her nose in talking to the director, and Russel was so whipped he couldn't sneeze without her permission. I knew I couldn't trust that Kurt Russel because he never looked me directly in the eye once. Not even during our scenes. Snivelling little wretch had a guilty conscience, and the pussy always looked slightly off to the side to avoid eye contact during our dialogue. Probably to keep an eye on his wife's whereabouts as well.

The back stabbers even changed the poster. I was the face on the left, with my name on top. They even made my head smaller!

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116253/mediaviewer/rm1589001728/

Pure Hollywood power play. The director Baird was a sap on his first film. A posh English fruit, easy to push around, gullible, and I knew the dirty old man had the horn for Hawn. Every time she was around he was slobberin' like a dog, she was all over him from day one, and one day they disappeared off to his caravan to talk about the cinematography on Russel's hair. Kurt was walking around like a lost puppy all day, with a sad look on his face. It all becomes crystal clear on hindsight.

The truth all came out at the premiere, and I'll save the story of what happened at the after party for another time.

I for one can attest that things went down EXACTLY as the OP claims.

The year was 1995, and I had just won a Cocoa Krispies contest that allowed me to spend two days on the set of a Hollywood film. As a twelve year-old boy with red hot American blood running through his veins, I can tell you that the chance to spend 48 hours schmoozing with the biggest badass in the biz was an opportunity that I wasn’t going to pass up. Long story short, I ate some rancid clams at the craft service table (we all know how Kurt Russel is about having all-you-can eat raw clams on the set of his movies), and when two hours later I rushed into the first stall of the nearest toilet truck, I accidentally interrupted Halle Berry (topless, of course, and dripping with raw clam juice of her own) sitting on the crapper and whispering into her satellite phone that Seagal had become so manly in the time since “Under Siege” that it was making Russel and Johnny Leg (as he was sometimes called) look like limp-wristed socialists. Twelve hours later, a script rewrite got passed around and…you guessed it…Seagal‘s character was no more.

And now here we are…28 years later, and I’m now the CEO of Kellogg’s cereal. As you can imagine, my job comes with A LOT of responsibility, and sure…I’ve made some executive decisions of my own over the years that I’m not proud of. But hey pal, let me tell you something. What I am proud of is the fact that every single morning at 11:43am, I sit on Steven Seagal’s lap (in much the same way that Halle Berry sat on that crapper all those years ago) and eat my bowl of Cocoa Krispies. Some things just never change.