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Chapter 121

"Emotions are wrong, Josie, Kevin's love is the only life-saving straw you can hold on to right now, it can temporarily release you from that out-of-control state, watch your eyes, you need Kevin to prove his love for you .”

"He can go to your soul center through your body, but you find that he doesn't do enough. You have to be very sensitive, and you have to believe that you can be easily hurt."

Taylor Hackford talked about the play for a while, and then asked the two actors to perform it again.

Mary and Kevin kiss each other.

She is like a small boat floating in the huge waves, and Kevin is a lighthouse that always shines brightly on the sea, guiding her in the direction of breaking through the maze.

But the lighthouse suddenly dimmed.

Mary frowned slightly, staring at the expression on Kevin's face.

"CUT!" Taylor Hackford rubbed his temples, "No. Can you give me a little more passion and pain? But I don't need those lingering sentimentality, this is not a romantic movie."

Taylor Hackford is a white male with a gray beard, in his early fifties this year, with a tall stature.

He knelt down and told his hero and heroine: "Keanu, you can be more rude and absent-minded. The next scene needs your guilt. As for Josie, tap your own emotions and give me a little more pain and vulnerability. .”

It can be said that Josie Holden is a very good actress, but she has a habitual problem, that is, her characters are always very confident, although she has a soft and moving face.

Therefore, she was able to do well in the early scenes, and in this scene, she always lacked something, although it was not bad or outrageous, but compared to her in "First Fear" or "Mr. Sweetheart" There is an obvious distance between his performance.

This scene was NG more than a dozen times.

At the back, Taylor Hackford didn't tell them the reason for the NG, but just stared at them with a straight face, especially Josie.

Josie had never felt this level of pressure.

In fact, even when she was filming Titanic, she didn't feel as frustrated as she does now.

On the one hand, the character of the previous role of Rose allowed her to find a lot of common ground and resonance, so she could easily enter the play.

On the other hand, the Mary she is playing now, the pain of the deranged spirit, especially the final suicide, may not have deep enough empathy for the character.

"CUT! CUT!"

"Can you act? Do you understand what I want?"

"You are not a piece of wood, you are a sensitive and fragile woman! Do you understand?"

"Your husband is thinking about other women when he fucks you! You have to instantly erect all your spikes and regard him as your enemy!"

"He's pulling at your heart—do you feel humiliated when he's having sex with you and his eyes wander, or are you panicking about your relationship?"

Tyler Hackford got angry frequently, but when Josie asked him what he wanted, the director's answer was unpredictable.

"I don't know." He gave a universal formula, "But I'm just giving you result-oriented guidance, and you don't let yourself get bogged down in the performance results. I hope you focus on your feelings. What I want to see is fresh , undefended performance."

Josie had no choice but to ask to suspend the shooting, because everyone's state began to show irritability, and even Keanu couldn't help showing a tired look.

Kelly had called El a long time ago and asked him to buy some hot coffee, which was being distributed to everyone one by one at this time, so that the influence of the heroine's frequent NG was temporarily weakened.

Josie stepped aside and continued to ask director Taylor Hackford about herself.

"You have to give up your lofty and unrealistic imagination of the character, including the pre-set image in your mind." Taylor Hackford said with a frown, "Right now, all I see is an ordinary resentful woman, but I want you to dig deeper, the madness under the fragility, the real and the unreal intertwined... You have to know that the sense of presence is the most precious thing in the performance of an actor like you, you have to mobilize the whole body The heart is even the power of the soul."

"Forget your self-awareness, dedicate your body and your emotions to the camera, it's like a relationship, you need to break the barriers together and invest together." He also called Keanu over and asked very directly Heroine and heroine: "Have you ever slept with each other?"

The two equally outstanding actors exchanged glances, and tacitly gave Taylor Hackford a silent smile.

"That would be great." The director spread his hands, "My suggestion is that you take off the goddamn protective tape and be completely honest with each other. I want you to be in a simple, real situation without defense. Instantly, making the performance a part of yourself—in other words, less, not more."

After listening, Qiao Qian thanked thoughtfully, frowning tightly.

Keanu's expression was much more relaxed than hers.

His shiny black short hair was a little wet, his eyebrows were handsome and soft, and he suddenly asked, "Would you like to hug me?"

With that said, the tall man opened his arms towards Josie, and wrapped the latter into his arms.

In comparison, Josie looked petite.

Moreover, she also cut a very delicate short hair style, and even her makeup was a haggard pseudo-plain face, which was very cute.

Keanu's generous palm was pressed against Josie's back with a gentle force that would not offend others, "If I remember correctly, this is the biggest scene since your debut. Tension and pressure are normal Yes, but I believe you can do well, because you are Josie Horton who is omnipotent and keeps creating miracles."

"Oh, stop complimenting me, Keanu." Josie closed her eyes, "I know it's not bad, and I know I should be able to do it, but there's still something missing."

As she spoke, she voluntarily withdrew from Keanu's embrace, and said to herself, "Perhaps, I should consider Taylor's suggestion..."

For an actor, she is indeed a little too concerned about her body, and she has unnecessary shame. This is actually very contradictory to the liberation of nature and self-disclosure required by this profession.

In addition, she herself is not a sensitive and fragile character at all, so when performing this role, she seems too tense.

She rested alone in the corner for a while, and suddenly called El over. Five minutes later, the latter found her a flagon the size of a palm.

Then, she poured herself all the high-strength vodka in it.

The flaming wine slipped from the throat into the stomach, but it made the mind clearer - the soul seemed to be floating in mid-air, clearly rational and calm, but unable to fully control his body.

Josie shook her head vigorously.

Kelly came over and held her arm, asking, "Are you okay?"

Josie didn't say a word, but curled her lips and handed the empty wine jug to Kelly.

She thinks she's in the right place right now.

It is not necessary to remove the last cover on the body, but it is like a thin net, which seems to be broken at a touch, but it always traps the heart.

Josie couldn't help asking herself:

Is all this really necessary?

If you didn't try your best, would such a failure be too late for you to regret?

And, is it okay to just accept mediocrity instead of good or even excellence?

The answer is obvious.

She took off all the coverings soberly, stretched her young and beautiful body slightly, her expression was frank and fearless, and her beautiful blue eyes flashed with undisguised ambition and desire.

This kind of aggressive trait rarely appears in Josie, because she always hides her strong side intentionally or unintentionally, making it difficult for people to guard against such a sweet and charming young girl.

But at this moment, her performance presents another kind of contradictory charm full of temptation.

The actor is already in place at the specified location.

Josie's smooth arms rested on Keanu's shoulders, her beautiful face slowly showed a look of entanglement with love and lust, her moist eyes were close at hand, and every eyelash was clearly visible.

She put her lips close to his ear and said, "just now, why didn't you answer that question directly."

why?

Keanu couldn't help lowering his eyes, but he didn't know what kind of clues he was looking for from Josie's expression.

Her breath was mixed with the heat of alcohol, her lips and cheeks were brightened, but her eyes were still bright and energetic, and she looked sober.

For a moment, he was like Kevin, with a daze that shouldn't have flashed across his face.

Filming continues again——

Mary's snow-white body sinks into the black wool carpet, showing a cold and moving color.

There was a morbid blush on her cheeks, and her blue eyes were blurred and chaotic, like two clouds of gray mist, making the pupils look deeper and more melancholy.

Kevin leaned over.

The male body is strong and powerful, and the entire back line is perfect, but there is a hideous scar on the front lower abdomen, which destroys this pure beauty.

Mary's fingers groped along the scar, her expression gradually became a little more lively, and she looked at her husband softly, focused and obsessed.

Kevin looked at her and sank into it.

His complexion was considered pale among most people, but compared to the half-covered female body under him, there was still a bit of obvious rosy color.

Kevin passionately kisses his wife's lips and cheeks. His lips are the magical fire of life, which rekindles all Mary's expectations for life.

Mary raised her face slightly, her slender neck was like a dying swan, and it was almost possible to see the blue blood under her skin.

Her expression is tranced and focused, which seems particularly contradictory.

The camera captured her fingernails stuck into Kevin's back. They were relaxed at the beginning of the sex, and gradually became white and tight due to the force. Matching the subtle expression on Mary's face, there was a kind of depression and trembling tension.

□□Diluted the lingering sense of insecurity, Kevin's body made Mary feel love and warmth again, and tenderness gradually returned to the face that was tightly locked in mourning and sorrow.

However, at this moment, Kevin's mind wandering from time to time was finally discovered by Mary.

Her two beautiful eyebrows suddenly frowned, and an emotion of defense and resistance was quickly established in her eyes, "No, what are you thinking?"

"Huh?" Kevin uttered a single voice that hadn't fully recovered.

Mary's face was once again occupied by the sad gray color, she pushed Kevin hard, and reprimanded: "Stop!"

The camera is here on Mary's eyes.

As the light changed, her pupils showed an astonishing cornflower blue color, but it was not transparent and bright, but another rich and deep color, as if it had the magic power to imprison people in it.

And she tensed her facial muscles, her orbicularis oculi muscles tightened undetectably, and she immediately revealed a gloomy gaze.

Mary's eyes didn't blink for an instant.

Almost instantly, her red and swollen eyes, which hadn't faded away, became more and more seductively red, making these beautiful eyes that were on the verge of breaking even more magical charm, and they were about to clamor for destruction in almost a second.

She pursed her parched lips lightly, and the resentment had resurfaced in her heart.

But at this time, she didn't desperately pierce the appearance that her husband had re-disguised in a hurry, she just stared at her husband for a few long seconds, her eyes sometimes angry, sometimes condensed, and finally dimmed.

Kevin subconsciously wanted to embrace her again, but Mary sideways avoided him.

"I'm tired." The woman said hoarsely, averting her eyes.

...

“Wonderful!”

Taylor Hackford's admiration interrupted the continuation of this scene, and then he was the first to applaud, and showed the brightest smile of the whole day.

"Amazing! This shot is truly amazing!"

Kelly hurried forward, wrapped Josie's almost icy body in a bathrobe, and let her lean into her arms, warming up as quickly as possible.

Josie hasn't fully come out of the play yet, she has big red eyes full of negative emotions, and her face is full of sorrow and lingering, it's so heartbreaking.

She was obediently wrapped up by Kelly, holding a hot water bottle in a sweater cover—this sweater cover is Dorota’s favorite work—breathing the familiar sweet fragrance of Kelly’s body, This slowly calmed down.

At this time, Taylor Hackford came over to apologize to Josie.

"Actually, that shot could have been used in the third shot," the director said sincerely, "but I feel that you two, especially you, Josie, can do better than that." —So, sorry, I need to correct you, you are a very good actress."

"It's okay." Josie's voice was soft, with a bit of sleepiness that couldn't be concealed.

In fact, she had already noticed the director's intention, but she thought it was an opportunity for her.

Seeing her like this, Taylor Hackford immediately decided to call it a day and let her go back to rest.

But before getting in the car to go home, Josie, who had just finished dressing, had already fallen asleep leaning against the wall—fortunately, Kelly helped her up quickly.

Kelly had to call Al while driving.

Keanu just finished changing clothes from the adjacent trailer, and saw this scene when he came out. He couldn't help feeling amused, and asked, "Kelly, can you tell me what happened to her?"

"Drunk, I guess." Kelly couldn't help smiling, because she remembered that when she was filming the Titanic, Josie was the one who could instantly get up after drinking half a glass of alcoholic beverage.

——Besides, she drank vodka just before the shooting!

Keanu couldn't help laughing, and said in a gentlemanly manner: "Your car is in the parking lot? Let me come, and I will carry her there."

Kelly hesitated.

At this time, Charlize came over and called Keanu's name, and when Keanu turned around, he said, "Keanu, I'm a little—er, what's wrong with Josie?"

Only then did she see Josie being held in Keanu's arms. It was obvious that the other person was soft and wrapped in an army green coat, only her black head and snow-white face were exposed.

It really looks like a porcelain doll from the East.

"Drunk." There was a smile in Keanu's voice, "Wait a minute, Charlie, I'll carry Josie into the car first, and then we'll talk about our problems."

"Okay." Charlize replied crisply.

At the same time, some conflicting emotions inevitably arose in her heart.

Yes, Keanu is always so considerate and gentle to women, no matter the age and appearance of the other party, this is one of the reasons why he attracts her.

But precisely because of this, her existence is not as special as it should be.

This made her especially uneasy.

Charlize followed them to the parking lot. After watching the black nanny car belonging to Josie Horton go away, she took a deep breath and said to the man beside her, "Keanu, I've decided..."

In the car.

Josie slept soundly.

Kelly covered her with a blanket, then sat in her seat and took out her mobile phone to check the information.

Old John was dispatched by Josie to Arizona, apparently because private eye Don Conkey had escaped from a rehab center there, and Lucy Spiller was struggling with it.

But Josie was more troubled than Lucy Spiller.

If possible, Josie would not even let Old John find someone, because although the former agent was a good tracker, she didn't trust him very much.

But there is no way, there are still too few people around her.

Fortunately, Don Conkey's professionalism is very good. Even when the rehabilitation center was at its worst, he never revealed a little "little secret" about the client.

Even so, this "little secret" brought a lot of trouble to the seemingly high-ranking Hollywood tycoon David Geffen-who would have thought that someone would buy a murderer to hurt himself?

Even a private detective with a confused mind has to admit that no matter what people like Josie Horton do, they will eventually succeed.

because--

Not only is she ruthless enough to others, but she is even more ruthless to herself.

...

The hell mode after a hangover doesn't hold true for Josie.

After sleeping for more than ten hours, she stretched out on the big soft bed in the upper east side penthouse at exactly 05:30 in the morning.

As usual, when I wake up, my first reaction is to check my phone, and then reply to messages while dealing with personal hygiene issues, then stretch my body, practice yoga, and finally take a hot shower and change into the casual clothes I wear at home. appearance.

After finishing all this and coming to the living room, it was only a quarter to seven.

Frank Horton, in a suit and leather shoes, was flipping through today's newspaper at the dining table, with two cups of coffee in hand, one of which had already run out.

"Good morning, Frank." Josie greeted and asked for her own breakfast.

"Good morning, Josie." Frank put down the newspaper, "Are you still filming today?"

Josie replied: "No, I'm going to visit friends today. By the way, did you not sleep well last night? Your dark circles are obvious."

The father and daughter gossip casually, as if the original quarrel never happened.

"Oh, that's probably because I haven't slept yet." Frank smiled gently, and continued: "If you enroll this fall, will you be in New York all the time and have no other jobs?"

"Yes, there are. It's just some interviews. I won't accept new movies for the time being." Josie thought of the Titanic, so she asked, "I heard that Fox is planning to put the premiere abroad. What's going on?"

"The pressure of public opinion in North America is too great." Frank replied, "Besides, Fox is not optimistic internally. Based on the idea of ​​making a fortune, it decided to start collecting money from overseas ticket warehouses. However, the director did not agree. The two sides are still at a stalemate."

Josie was very helpless, "These idiots, they haven't even seen the finished film edited by James Cameron!"

"What difference does it make if you don't watch it? Anyway, they decided that even if the box office is a big hit, they will lose money." Frank took a sip of the bitter coffee, "But don't worry, we will have a solution, at least there is Oscar."

Josie thanked the servant who brought the breakfast softly.

She first drank a glass of warm water, then took a bite of egg whites sprinkled with black pepper, before she said, "No, I never worried about it--if you can, trust me once, Frank, the Titanic is really a A masterpiece."

Frank smiled, but asked instead, "Why isn't your bodyguard here?"

"He's going to help me find someone." Josie started to gnaw on the vegetable leaves and cherry tomatoes, and couldn't help frowning. "I think there are too many people around me. Maybe it's time to fire one."

Frank didn't answer immediately.

He picked up the coffee cup but didn't drink it. Instead, he looked at Josie's expression from the corner of his eye, and said after a few seconds, "I thought you got along well with Mr. Keizer."

"But a female assistant is more suitable for me." Josie said casually.

"Really?" Frank also seemed to suggest casually, "Well, my friend's place is short of a life assistant. If you don't mind, let him help."

"I don't mind, but what kind of friend is that?" Josie asked.

"Don't worry, it's not a business friend." Frank said, "At least Mr. Keizer has taken care of you for a while, and I hope to help him as much as I can."

"Let him decide for himself." Josie pressed the corners of her lips with a napkin, and drank the warm milk in one gulp. "I'm done eating. I'm going to change my clothes and prepare to go out. Remember to sleep in a while, Frank."

"Okay, I will." Frank smiled.