clearing and Denny panned again: forming a two shot with Jacque in the background and Cynthia in the fore. Ducking low to the ground, Cynthia continued toward the camp, snapping twigs and leaves. She mimed stealth but did not achieve it. Denny made sure not to catch her feet in the frame; it would ruin the illusion if you saw that she was clearly making noise.
“Scream,” Tito said, but Daria couldn’t understand him. Denny heard Jacque mumble something in Italian from beneath his mask, and the girl let out a yell, ropes of spittle flying from her mouth.
“Put her in front of the fire,” Tito said from Denny’s left side, still keeping his distance so his shadow did not enter the frame. Denny felt a sharp bubble of pain move in his stomach and heard an accompanying grumble. Ignore it , he told himself, and tightened his grip on the camera.
Jacque set Daria down in a puff of dirt and dust, not trying to hurt her, but not looking overly concerned with her safety either. That was good: indifference would read better on the screen.
“Now rip her top off,” Tito said. Jacque’s muscles immediately tensed in response; Tito had plucked at his spinal column as if it were a guitar string. “Do it now. Careful not to get her bra in the first go.”
Daria looked up at her attacker. Her puzzlement at Jacque’s hesitation didn’t ruin the scene. It enhanced it, gave it depth of character.
Denny’s stomach gave his nervous system another quick jab so painful that he almost dipped the camera. Shit , he thought, I’m going to fuck all this up because I didn’t boil my water . He clenched his teeth until the roots sung against the pressure. He kept the focus steady.
Jacque finally snapped out of it, giving himself over to the part and howling under his mask that he was sorry before gripping onto Daria’s blouse. The first jerk of his hand sent two large buttons flying into the fire at his feet.
Daria’s screaming changed. The part was real for her now, and her surprise would pay big dividends when they reviewed the footage in the editing room. Denny realized that Tito had told his other two actors much more about the scene than he translated into Italian for the girl. He had deliberately kept her unaware of what was going to happen.
Daria fought back against Jacque, smacking his forearms with open palms before attempting to claw at his chest.
“Keep going,” Denny heard himself say aloud. He would probably catch shit from Tito for directing, but it didn’t matter because this was gold. A snake of pain crawled along his lower intestine, but it didn’t matter. The frenzy was upon him now and he was using the thrill of sensation to keep himself in the game.
Jacque batted her hands away and hooked a finger around one bra strap. “I’m sorry,” he said again as he tugged the brassiere free. Her breasts were large, with prominent tan lines drawn across her olive flesh that left her nipples pleasantly pale. The camera loved them almost as much as it loved Cynthia’s face.
Denny did a quick rack focus to make Cynthia’s expression crystal clear. Repulsion and fear were etched across her pretty face. The emotions were authentic. Denny doubted that she was that good an actor.
Denny opened up the focus to bring the whole grotesque tableau into an even clarity. Tito would yell cut soon, but Denny didn’t want to stop.
Denny nearly dropped the camera when he caught a glimpse of Umberto walking out of the jungle between the two huts in the background. He’ll ruin everything!
“What is he doing!” Tito said. His voice equally dismayed by their star’s appearance.
Jacque turned to look at the golden haired Italian. Denny wondered when he had time to get into makeup and costume, before realizing that Umberto wasn’t supposed to be playing a savage.
Denny had heard stories of crazy actors, but Umberto’s stunt was less Klaus Kinski, more Charlie Manson. What the fuck is he wearing?
As the actor stepped into
“Scream,” Tito said, but Daria couldn’t understand him. Denny heard Jacque mumble something in Italian from beneath his mask, and the girl let out a yell, ropes of spittle flying from her mouth.
“Put her in front of the fire,” Tito said from Denny’s left side, still keeping his distance so his shadow did not enter the frame. Denny felt a sharp bubble of pain move in his stomach and heard an accompanying grumble. Ignore it , he told himself, and tightened his grip on the camera.
Jacque set Daria down in a puff of dirt and dust, not trying to hurt her, but not looking overly concerned with her safety either. That was good: indifference would read better on the screen.
“Now rip her top off,” Tito said. Jacque’s muscles immediately tensed in response; Tito had plucked at his spinal column as if it were a guitar string. “Do it now. Careful not to get her bra in the first go.”
Daria looked up at her attacker. Her puzzlement at Jacque’s hesitation didn’t ruin the scene. It enhanced it, gave it depth of character.
Denny’s stomach gave his nervous system another quick jab so painful that he almost dipped the camera. Shit , he thought, I’m going to fuck all this up because I didn’t boil my water . He clenched his teeth until the roots sung against the pressure. He kept the focus steady.
Jacque finally snapped out of it, giving himself over to the part and howling under his mask that he was sorry before gripping onto Daria’s blouse. The first jerk of his hand sent two large buttons flying into the fire at his feet.
Daria’s screaming changed. The part was real for her now, and her surprise would pay big dividends when they reviewed the footage in the editing room. Denny realized that Tito had told his other two actors much more about the scene than he translated into Italian for the girl. He had deliberately kept her unaware of what was going to happen.
Daria fought back against Jacque, smacking his forearms with open palms before attempting to claw at his chest.
“Keep going,” Denny heard himself say aloud. He would probably catch shit from Tito for directing, but it didn’t matter because this was gold. A snake of pain crawled along his lower intestine, but it didn’t matter. The frenzy was upon him now and he was using the thrill of sensation to keep himself in the game.
Jacque batted her hands away and hooked a finger around one bra strap. “I’m sorry,” he said again as he tugged the brassiere free. Her breasts were large, with prominent tan lines drawn across her olive flesh that left her nipples pleasantly pale. The camera loved them almost as much as it loved Cynthia’s face.
Denny did a quick rack focus to make Cynthia’s expression crystal clear. Repulsion and fear were etched across her pretty face. The emotions were authentic. Denny doubted that she was that good an actor.
Denny opened up the focus to bring the whole grotesque tableau into an even clarity. Tito would yell cut soon, but Denny didn’t want to stop.
Denny nearly dropped the camera when he caught a glimpse of Umberto walking out of the jungle between the two huts in the background. He’ll ruin everything!
“What is he doing!” Tito said. His voice equally dismayed by their star’s appearance.
Jacque turned to look at the golden haired Italian. Denny wondered when he had time to get into makeup and costume, before realizing that Umberto wasn’t supposed to be playing a savage.
Denny had heard stories of crazy actors, but Umberto’s stunt was less Klaus Kinski, more Charlie Manson. What the fuck is he wearing?
As the actor stepped into
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