novelraw Chapter 159
Chapter 159
It was as if the pause button had been pressed on Jack's hateful mouth, but he habitually faced Mara with a doormat-like look, and opened his innocent eyes like a small animal.
Marla managed to restrain her anger, calmed down and said, "Listen, Taylor, I tried, I really tried..."
"I know." Jack said softly.
A cavity of sour tenderness overflowed in the heart, but unfortunately, they have missed the right time to talk about love.
At this moment, the camera is aimed at Mara.
Her face appears in the very center of the picture.
This face, which had always been cold and strong, showed a little imperceptible fatigue at this moment. She raised her hand to gently support her forehead, and couldn't help sucking on one side of her cheek, looking helpless and painful.
Until this moment, when the subjective judgment of the narrator, that is, Jack, is removed, people will find that Mara has foreshadowed all kinds of weird behaviors of Jack, and her empathy is also untenable.
From beginning to end, she loved the man in front of her.
This crazy, painful, stupid love that almost made her fall into the quagmire too.
She knew that falling in love with an abnormal patient would mess up her life and emotions, but she still couldn't resist the instinctive temptation and entangled with him for a long time.
Marla looked at Jack, her voice softened, but she said, "I gotta say, there's something about you that I really like. You're smart, funny, and great in bed, but—you're unbearable. You've got serious problems." emotional problems, so serious that you'd better see a doctor, do you understand?"
"I know, I'm sorry." Jack looked at her helplessly, his face full of guilt that could not be concealed.
It was an expression Mara was very familiar with.
Every time, every time since then, the defenses she had just erected were quickly defeated by this, but this time it was different.
Mara moved the corner of her mouth bitterly, her voice gradually became firmer, "Well, you're sorry, I'm sorry, everyone is sorry... But, I can't go on like this."
She paused, her eyes wandered for a while, she glanced at a metal tail ring on her finger, then raised her eyes again, looking directly into Jack's eyes in front of her.
The light falling overhead caused Mara's eyes to fall into two shadows. The deep sunken eye sockets and clear nasolabial folds gave the woman's face a haggard but strong look.
Yes, she was hurt.
But it's nothing, she has made up her mind to leave the man in front of her.
So she looked at Jack seriously, and warned him solemnly: "—I can't. You shouldn't do this either."
For a moment, Edward felt that the images belonging to "Josie" and "Mara" merged into one, and his body also merged with the soul of "Jack", and he deeply felt the love from each other. kind of pain—
The kind of despair that desperately tried to save everything, but was always so powerless.
Does Jack love Marla?
Of course.
What about him?
Now he already knew that she was not as gentle and harmless as he imagined. In her eyes, love was not even a game to pass the time, but an occasional spice in life.
She did those things simply because she wanted to. If anyone mistakenly thinks it is love, it is completely wrong.
Because her world is so vast and boundless, there is nothing worth stopping her from flying.
And the sad thing is... even knowing all this, he still couldn't close his heart to her.
At this moment, there was a heartbreaking determination in her eyes, which seemed to be a precious key that instantly opened a switch in the depths of his soul. His face was suddenly distorted by pain, but the surging Emotions made him feel infinite comfort.
"CUT."
David Fincher's voice came from the loudspeaker, and Edward with red eyes heard him say: "It's very exciting. After a 15-minute break, I can take another close-up shot of Edward. I need you to restrain yourself a little bit. Give me another possibility."
Edward responded with a low "OK".
He knew he was in a dangerous state, whether it was the mental state of the character Jack, or the health state of deliberately reducing sleep time, smoking and drinking heavily-he was originally a non-smoker.
But this feeling—
Crazy, focused, and mesmerizing.
...
For ordinary people, it may be embarrassing to be in the same frame as an old lover.
But for actors who are professional enough, being in the same frame is just a trivial matter, and it's no big deal to have a romantic kiss scene, even if the plot requires them to have sex-well, it may be a little embarrassing.
Fortunately, the sex scenes between Josie and Edward are pitifully rare, but another scene of sexual intercourse is full of embarrassment both inside and outside the scene.
In the studio after the scene was cleared, Josie, who had taken protective measures, was wearing only a half-worn smoky pink dress, and she was listening to director David Fincher's lecture with full concentration along with Edward.
And the few film crew members who stayed here couldn't help but secretly flirt, and even picked up their mobile phones to send a text message.
'Do you think this is okay?The two of them have been together, and there is still a little love left. '
'I think this scene is a bit hanging, so be prepared to be NG all the time. '
'Then you look down on Oscar nominees too much, don't you? '
'Oh come on, Oscar is a capital game raped by Hollywood PR. '
'Don't listen to him.I think they are good, but Norton seems to be getting more and more involved in the show. Does he have any psychological problems? '
'There are also things that producers or directors should worry about, and it's not up to us small people to take care of them. '
' But then again, if I had an ex-girlfriend like Josie Horton, I wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it, it's perfectly normal. '
'Actually, she also grew up in my aesthetic point of view, but her real person is not as sweet as the rumors, and her aura is unexpectedly strong. '
'Dude, will you look in the mirror before you say that?What I'm looking forward to is that tomorrow she will have a sex scene with Butler, that guy is so handsome, even a straight straight guy like me can't help but be fascinated by him. '
'Oh, I thought the usual reaction of you men would be to be ashamed of yourself - so Butler is killing both sexes? '
’ Yeah, you probably don’t know how many people on the set wanted to be Norton or Butler, and then got physically abused or raped by the sugar lady – let alone she’s going to be doing it in a while. '
'Why am I so excited as a woman, ahhh! '
As the rumored female president and Ms. Sweetheart in the Bay Area, Josie, who was being gossiped in private, didn't realize it. She looked at Edward in front of her with a little tenderness that belonged to the heroine Mara.
With an "A", the two actors instantly entered the performance state.
In Jack's cognition, Taylor, who was with Marla, began to bring this woman home frequently, but they didn't appear at the same time-it's okay, his parents used to be like this-at this time Jack hadn't discovered that Taylor was just a child. A different side of himself, but to Mara, Tyler was Jack.
Mara, who enjoyed a whole night of high-quality sex and love, was radiant, and walked briskly down the stairs and into the kitchen where Jack was.
She was wearing a tulle dress from a second-hand store. The design of thin suspenders showed her shoulders and neckline. The smoky pink also added a bit of femininity to her usually indifferent face.
Mara smiled when she saw Jack who was washing his tie in the kitchen. She first touched a cigarette from the table, and then she thought it was playful.
"Condoms are the crystal slipper of our generation," she said, lighting a cigarette. "When you meet strangers, put them on and you can party all night. Wake up and throw them away the next day— —Oh, I mean condoms, not strangers."
Jack was confused and frowned: "What are you talking about?"
He only glanced at Mara, then went back to his business.
Mara flattened her mouth in annoyance and covertly, ignoring the embarrassment that no one supported her on the surface, and changed another topic.
She lifted the skirt of the dress on her body—a little dress that was not her style at all—and said, "I bought this dress for a dollar at a thrift store. What do you think?"
"It's well worth the money." Jack didn't look up.
"This is a bridesmaid's dress." Mara seemed to mean something, and slowly approached Jack, "Some girl wore it for a day, and then it was thrown away, like a Christmas tree, so special—"
Her voice echoed in the empty house, as if some kind of sound effect had been added. The stilettos that were specially put on stepped on the poor-quality kitchen floor, not very used and stable, accompanied by her ethereal, low-pitched voice , walked behind Jack who was still doing laundry.
Mara quietly leaned into Jack's intimate distance, the warm breath of a woman touched the skin of his back, and the hand that also belonged to a woman passed through his hip bone from the side, covering his key parts without warning .
Jack's movements finally froze.
"After one night, it was thrown on the side of the road." Her voice was already close to her ears, hoarse and ambiguous, "Even the small ornaments—all are here."
The camera pans down and Mara's hands are soft but deadly.
A lit cigarette was held between her left fingers, making one almost feel some kind of scorching heat through her palm; while her right hand slid along Jack's hip bone from the other side, drawing circles like feathers as light.
She put the tip of her chin on Jack's back intimately and murmured, her sexual intentions were intentional and straightforward, but Jack only frowned in distress, and turned his head to glance at her again, feeling extremely uncomfortable all over his body alienation.
"Well, this dress suits you quite well," he interrupted her.
Mara stopped immediately, not knowing whether she should slap him or sneer, she just said, "I can lend you some clothes."
Jack sneered lightly, but didn't say anything.
Mara felt humiliated, gave him a vicious look, and left the kitchen without looking back.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, the scene was perfect.
David Fincher sat in front of the monitor and replayed it three times, and still felt that it was impeccable, whether it was the natural intimacy and sexuality of the heroine, or the physical response of the hero who was sleepwalking all the way and was suddenly poked into the nail, I'm afraid it won't be able to achieve this effect no matter how many times.
So with a big wave of his hand, he announced that this one was passed directly, and only a few close-up shots were needed.
Compared with the awkward atmosphere of Jack and Mara in the kitchen, the passionate scene between Taylor and Mara is particularly unreal in the camera, like a illusory and trance dream.
In fact, the entire filming of the latter is still devoid of romance.