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the camera orbits around him to show the wall assemblage. As he reacts,
Dior slowly walks up behind him. “As you talk, move closer to him,” Wright
directs. “Okay, sit down on the bed on that line.” Dior steps back, repeats
her line, sitting down in mid-sentence. Much smoother.
“And Gianna,” Wright directs, “You’re gonna be nude.”
“Okay,” Dior says placidly.
Satisfied with the run-through, the cameras and performers return to
their original positions. On “Action!” Steele stalks in and the camera tracks
around him to view the assemblage, then continues around to show his
facial reaction. Over his shoulder, Dior is revealed as she approaches him,
stepping out of a dark corner of the room. He confronts her, angrily, making
no mention of her nudity. As she replies to him she moves closer, climbs on
the bed slowly, subtly, talking all the while. He sits on the bed. She reaches
over, touches his thigh, moves closer. They kiss. His anger starts to give way
to desire. He reaches for her and—“CUT!”
The crew moves to shift the monitors out of the closet—so Wright can
direct the action from inside the room—quickly, quietly, not to lose the
moment. Wright approaches the bed, speaks softly to Dior and Steele, then
steps over to the repositioned monitors. “We’re in the final stretch,” Wright
says energetically. “They were making out. Everybody ready?” Mumbles of
assent. “Speeding.” Slate.
“And ... Action!”
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