"Cut!" A shout came, and Kate, who had been pushing the stroller and watching gently inside the car, closed her eyes and sighed. She turned her head to look, and sure enough, Angela stood up from behind the camera with a sullen face, "I want to tell you a few times, Kate! Pay attention to your emotions, how do you look like a mother now?!"
With her icy voice, the studio fell silent, and everyone knew not to touch the head of Miss Genius at this time. Kate bit her lip and clenched her hands tightly. After a while, she lowered her head and said, "Sorry, Angie."
Angela pursed her lips and stared at Kate, who had her head turned away. After a while, she waved to the assistant: "Come again, when will I achieve the effect I want and when will it stop!"
As she said that, she glanced at a few dodging figures in the distance: "Let people drive those guys away. I don't want to see some inexplicable and unconfirmed reports in tomorrow's newspapers!"
The crew was operating again, put away the helpless and irritable Kate and Russell and exchanged opinions with another important supporting actor Adam Goldberg. After being comforted a few times by them, they returned to their original positions and waited for the start.
However, there were continuous NGs next. Angela seemed to have a deep hatred for this scene, always calling Cut, making the crew members complain. The assistant director suggested several times to let everyone rest before continuing, but Angela always answered coldly: "I said, don't stop until the effect I want!"
There are several old people in the crew who have been with her since she directed "Lola Run", but it is the first time they have seen such a harsh Angela. No one dared to say anything more, and they could only repeat it again and again, until Alizee, who didn't take Angela's cold appearance in her eyes at all, said to her: "Very good, you just keep repeating this, and then do it again later. You don't have to direct a movie anymore."
"Now take a fifteen-minute break." Perhaps Alizee's words played a role, perhaps she saw the fatigue between Kate's eyebrows, or both, Angela finally said the word of rest, which made everyone on the set really relax. breathed.
However, while everyone was chatting in twos and threes, Angela sat in the director's high chair in a daze. She stared straight ahead with unfocused eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Angie, shall we talk?" Kate appeared in front of her at this time.
After raising her eyelids and glancing at her, Angela replied indifferently, "Go back to the hotel to talk about something."
A look of anger flashed in Kate's eyes, and the dissatisfaction accumulated over the past few days was about to reach a critical point. But she still controlled herself in time: "It's only a few minutes, it won't delay your time too much."
"If you have time to talk, it's better to think about how to stop being NG!" Angela said rudely.
"You..." Kate's body trembled slightly, but she still held back, "Okay, I see."
The scene of Alicia pushing a stroller and walking on the street with her nervous husband finally passed in time after 72 NGs - if it goes on like this, the gradually darkening sky is not suitable for shooting. There were still a lot of shots that should have been shot today and it was not completed.
Kate poured herself a glass of ice water and sat down on the sofa. She glanced at the newspaper beside her and threw it aside in disgust. Although the photo above is a little blurry, you can still see it clearly. Right in the middle of the set, Angela dressed as the director is yelling at Kate. She clenched one hand into a fist and raised it near her face. His brows looked like they were sharply retorting. And the headline of the paper was: Sisterhood about to be destroyed
This report used the tone of a bystander to describe Angela constantly reprimanding Kate because of the unsatisfactory shooting progress. Kate retorted it unbearably, and then the two had an argument, which led to the escalation of the conflict and further conflict. In the end, it is concluded that their sisterhood of several years may be wiped out.
The level of their capture and storytelling is really high. Kate frowned and drank the ice water, and she sighed again after the cold feeling spread from her throat to her stomach. Although she hates the tabloids' random gossip, Kate can't help but recall what happened in the past few days.
Angela seems to have changed since she returned to Princeton to start filming. Not only did she constantly pick and choose from Kate's performance, but the situation of repeated shooting dozens of times like today is more frequent. At the beginning, Kate also cooperated to tap her potential as much as possible to find a way to use her previous insights into her performance, but gradually she felt that something was wrong.
To be honest, Kate has worked with quite a few directors, and dozens of NG situations have not happened less often when Ridley directed "The Matrix", but it's debatable if it's repeated for several days. Kate doesn't want to point fingers at Angela's directorial work, but her paranoid repetition is more like...
Kate stopped her thoughts and poured another glass of ice water for herself, but put it down when she brought it to her lips. After a few seconds of trance, she left the room through the corridor and went straight to Angela's door and knocked.
"Who is it?" Angela's voice soon came from inside. Although the tone was light, the tiredness in it was more obvious. This made Kate's heart soften, and then she said in a mocking tone, "Room service."
But Angela bluntly refused: "I don't need it now."
Can't even hear my voice? Kate frowned at the same time a trace of worry poured into it: "Angie, it's me."
"Kate?" The door finally opened, revealing Angela's complicated face.
"Remember? I wanted to talk to you, and you said we'd talk when we got back to the hotel, so I'm here now." Kate looked her in the eye. Angela tilted her head away from her eyes, and hesitated before letting the other party enter the room.
Just as soon as the two sat down, she raised her legs and said in a businesslike tone: "I don't think there's anything to talk about, Kate. I told you that I would be very strict when directing, and You agreed too."
A feeling of anger suddenly came to her heart, but Kate still suppressed it and said softly: "Do you have anything on your mind, Angie?"
"No, I'm fine, nothing happened." Angela flatly denied.
"I think you always seem to be worrying about something," Kate took a deep breath and remained calm, "I don't want to guess anything, Angie, I'm just a little worried, you've been... seeming impatient these days."
"It's a little impatient, but it's all under planning and control," Angela interrupted her, "don't worry about anything."
"There will always be accidents, and no plan will be perfect," Kate gently reminded, "if you have any troubles you can talk to me, even if you can't solve anything, at least you can help you share some, right? ?"
"I've already said it, it's nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about!" Angela suddenly raised her voice and became anxious, "It's better to think about what you are going to do instead of worrying about what's wrong with me! Look at your situation these days, I even I wonder if you really put yourself into the role!"
"I didn't put myself into the role?" Kate's fire finally came out, she stood up, "I can't believe you would say such a thing, do my efforts and my cooperation go over and over again Didn't you see the shooting again?"
"It's far from good enough!" Angela stood up not to be outdone, "You're far from good enough, in my opinion you can make further choices and take your performance to a higher level! But you But he always lingers at the door and refuses to step in!"
"How do you still want me to go further? I've tried my best to play at a super level. Even if you can't see it, at least you should be able to hear it. You can hear what everyone is saying!" The enraged Kate said loudly, "Do you know how I've been feeling these days, Angie, you're not here to be a director at all!"
"This difficulty makes you flinch? You can't stand a little harsher?"
"It's not a tough question at all, it's your complete inability to judge..."
"Don't forget, you promised me to play 200% of my strength, did you do it?"
"I thought you should know what the word 'exaggerated' means..."
"How can you play the heroine of the next movie! How to attack the best actress Oscar! If you don't want to do that, then why take the role now!"
"Let Oscar go to the fucking ghost!" Kate roared in a fit of rage, "I'll take this role because of you, not because of some damn best actress!"
The room finally quieted down because of this roar, and the two women turned their heads slightly, panting and refusing to look at each other. After a few seconds of silence, neither side spoke anymore, so Kate turned and left Angela's room.
All the way back to her room, she slammed the door shut, took two deep breaths, poured a glass of ice water on her forehead, and finally calmed down. She regretted her roar slightly, and Angie was obviously troubled by something. But she couldn't help her anger, not to mention that Angie was still adding fuel to the fire.
You idiot, what the hell are you thinking? If you can't tell it in front of outsiders, why can't you tell me in private? Even if you have your own secrets that you don't want to tell me, can chatting help ease your irritability? Kate couldn't help sighing, and she felt uncomfortable seeing Angela's anxious look.
I am also impatient. She thought reflectively, and something also bothered her. Back in Boston... Hey, what were you thinking? Kate tapped her head with the cup to refocus her thoughts.
She really wanted to go to Angela's room again. After such a quarrel, the other party should calm down. But after walking around the room a few times, she rejected the idea. It was the first time Kate yelled at her since they became a couple. Although Angie was at fault, she still felt a little guilty, maybe subconsciously. Think of Angie as someone who needs to be cared for.
Well, let's talk about it tomorrow. It's a weekend anyway, so it shouldn't happen again if you spend one night to adjust your mood. Kate made a decision.
However, backfired, the next day was a weekend without a shooting assignment, so she got up half an hour later than usual.
It was only after Kate had breakfast that she learned that Angela had gone to Boston early in the morning.
"Did she say anything happened in Boston?" Kate asked one of the crew's assistants, frowning.
"No, in fact, Miss Angela was already on the road when we received the notice. She told us the news of leaving by phone." The other party said.
"Then...then..." Kate was taken aback for a while, "did she explain anything?"
The assistant thought for a while: "There is no special explanation, just a reminder not to play too crazy on weekends or something."
"Thank you, I see." Kate said with a blank expression, and then went straight back to her room.
She stayed in the hotel all day and didn't go anywhere, whether it was Russell's invitation to go out for a walk or the few women in the crew invited her to go shopping, she was declined. At the same time as the spirit is a little trance, a kind of inexplicable emotion pervades my heart for a long time and cannot be dissipated.
Why did you go to Boston without saying a word? Why didn't you leave me a message? Can't I go with you? Are you so mad at me? Angie, do you know how I feel
I'm sorry Kate, I don't know what to do with you. Angela stared outside through the window of the villa. The rain fell before Boston, and it was hitting the glass and making a crackling sound.
"Want some refreshments, Angie?" Annie's voice came from the door.
"No... Give me a hot drink." Angela said, rubbing her arms.
"Okay, but I think it's better to add some clothes. The climate change in Boston is more obvious than that in Los Angeles." Anne reminded, and then turned to leave.
Angela silently picked a coat from the closet and put it on herself, sat in the chair and continued to look at the hazy outside. It would be great if the rain could wash away the entanglement in her heart.
"Your skim milk." Anne quickly brought up the hot drink.
"Why don't you make black tea, you know my taste." Angela reluctantly said something mockingly.
"I only warmed skim milk when I knew your taste. What you need now is to warm your body, not to refresh yourself." Annie said, handing the cup to Angela, watching her drink it before asking softly: "still… "
Although she made a gesture at the end and didn't fully say it, Angela understood what she meant.
"I'm holding back, Annie." Angela said after sighing and placing the cup on the table, "I'm afraid."
"But..." Annie hesitated before continuing. "You'll only make things worse if you don't do anything."
"What if I lose them completely because of this?" Angela asked rhetorically.
Annie just doesn't speak.
"I know that continuing like this will only make things worse," Angela bit her lip hesitantly, twisting her clasped hands in annoyance, "I also thought about solving these problems, but... but... I don't know. What will happen, maybe they will forgive me, maybe they will leave me...I can't accept it, can't..."
She lowered her head and buried her head between her legs, and her voice began to murmur: "I thought I could tie them to myself in some other way, and then a slow showdown might be able to...wrong..."
I'm taking this role because of you and not some damn best actress!
Kate's words kept ringing in her ears, making Angela feel that what she did in a hurry was so ridiculous. Is it just possession? The thought came out like a ghost again, making her shudder.
"Angie, I've said everything I need to say. After all, this is your personal business. I believe you have your own judgment on what to do." Annie smiled helplessly, turned around with the cup, and opened the door. close.
Angela sighed again, raised her head and looked out the window. I don't know when the rain has stopped, but the sky is still gloomy, just like her mood at the moment.
Everyone is instinctively afraid of the unknown, so even if he mustered up his courage, he still turned back into an ostrich in the end. Angela suddenly smiled bitterly. Looking at her feelings, it was a world apart from her career. This was the biggest difference between the known and the unknown.
Thinking of this, she suddenly became a little cold and disheartened, and a thought of not wanting to do anything filled her heart.
No, at least I should have a look at the school. Angela suddenly stood up, found a new coat from the closet that matched her clothes, and put it on, and went straight downstairs.
"Are you going out now?" asked Annie, who came out of the kitchen.
"Yes, let Buckt get the car ready, I'm going to Cambridge," replied Angela, who was arranging her clothes in front of the full-length mirror, "let him be careful not to be discovered by reporters, and he did a good job when he left Princeton, Don't miss out. Besides, Annie, I'm not home for dinner tonight."
Angela had answered Natalie's call on Thursday night, and the other party told her that she would be leaving Boston in a few days to return to New York, and then travel with her parents. She couldn't figure out what Natalie was thinking all this time, and she hadn't spoken to him before leaving Boston, so she was inevitably a little paranoid—one of the reasons for being picky on set.
I went back to Boston because I had no face to face Kate, but I also wanted to meet Natalie.
However, after Angela stepped into Cambridge, she fell into a state of impetuous anxiety, and she desperately wanted to know what Natalie was thinking. If Jessica's confession destroyed the confidence she had taken so long to build, and Kate's anger left her completely in a trance and contradiction, then Natalie felt like she was hanging over her head at any moment. A troublesome knife. She hated the feeling of not being in control of everything.
However, when she hurriedly walked into the dormitory building, she did not find that it was dark behind the dormitory window where the lights should have been turned on because it was approaching night.