I’m in Hollywood Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Indulgence #

“Hamlet is pretty good, as long as it doesn’t affect filming, you guys can arrange your own time,” Eric nodded without expressing any opinion, then asked, “How’s the preparation for the next scene?”

Hearing Eric’s words, Bridget Fonda was visibly disappointed. Although Cage was doing great now, he still couldn’t compare to Eric by far.

When Bridget Fonda got this role, she thought that with Eric’s rumored personality, something would definitely happen during the filming process. After all, she was quite confident in her appearance. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as she had hoped. The filming had been going on for half a month now, but Eric had never made any move on her. It was natural for a woman to be resentful when she was neglected.

Seeing Bridget Fonda didn’t speak, Cage quickly said, “We’re ready. Bridget and I have rehea.r.s.ed a few times in our free time, so there shouldn’t be any problems.”

“Rehea.r.s.ed?” Eric asked subconsciously. After all, there would be more than two minutes of intimate scenes after the bed scene.

Cage also realized that his answer was ambiguous and explained awkwardly, “Just a simple rehearsal, nothing else.”

Eric wasn’t interested in this kind of detail and nodded, “Okay, you guys prepare. I’ll go check out the set.”

As soon as Eric left, Bridget Fonda punched Cage in the arm fiercely, “Who said we rehea.r.s.ed? We just talked casually.”

Cage was a little frustrated, “So, should I tell the director the truth that we haven’t done much preparation?”

“That’s not what I meant. You know what’s coming next,” Bridget Fonda retorted.

“Okay, it was a mistake,” Cage shrugged, “But Bridget, you don’t have a chance. Everyone can tell that Eric has a close relations.h.i.+p with his a.s.sistant Joanna Pacuła. I even saw her coming out of Eric’s room early one morning when I was out for a run.”

Bridget Fonda didn’t expect her little thoughts to be seen through by Cage and reflexively retorted, “What does that have to do with me?”

“Okay, forget I said anything,” Cage said, picking up the script and starting to read it.

Bridget Fonda also lifted the script in her hand and held it in front of her face, but inevitably she was somewhat absent-minded.

The camera stayed still for a moment in the quiet corridor, then moved slowly. Finally, it focused again on Molly, who was concentrating on shaping a vase.

The vertical orange light shone on the girl’s simple sleeveless s.h.i.+rt, giving her a subtle and indescribable beauty.

During these idle days, Bridget Fonda had been learning pottery techniques from a master potter hired by the crew. The shelves near the girl were filled with pieces she had personally completed in the past few days. In the camera shot, Bridget Fonda also did a decent job, gradually shaping a vase in the girl’s hand.

The silence continued for a moment until Sam, s.h.i.+rtless, walked out from behind Molly with his hands clasped in front of him, looking a little sleepy.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t sleep,” Molly turned her head and glanced at him, saying.

Sam pulled up a chair and sat behind his lover, apologizing lightly: “I must have fallen asleep. What time is it?”

“Two in the morning.” Molly leaned over and lightly pecked Sam’s lips, saying.

Watching Molly’s movements carefully for a while, Sam lightly poked her waist when she bent down. The vase in Molly’s hand was instantly deformed.

Molly twisted her waist without any concern, and her boyfriend had to let her go. He reached out and lightly touched the ceramic embryo, instantly destroying the piece.

“Oh. I hope that wasn’t your masterpiece,” Sam said insincerely with a smile.

Molly helplessly pouted: “It’s not anymore.”

Taking the clay off the potter’s wheel, Molly planned to start over. Sam tentatively asked, “Can I help?”

“Of course. Put your hand here and let the clay flow through your fingers,” Molly guided Sam’s movements.

However, Sam was not very honest and kept teasing the girl. Gradually, Molly also began to be moved by the situation, and the two of them naturally kissed each other.

“Cut,” Eric shouted in time, and the two actors stopped and walked to his side at his direction.

Eric gave some instructions, and the crew quickly put an identical embryo on the potter’s wheel.

Although this is already the sixth time filming, Eric still calmly replays the previous scene, telling the lead actors about the strengths and weaknesses of their performance without any impatience, because Eric knows that if he shows any sign of impatience, the two actors will inevitably be affected by his emotions and become restless. Therefore, his tone of voice always carries a faint encouragement.

“Nick, your performance was almost perfect just now, but there is one thing you need to pay attention to. Look at this shot, your smile is a bit too deliberate. Relax a bit more, and it will be even better. And Bridget, you just need to remember one emotion, that is indulgence. Even though your lover is causing trouble, you should never show any displeasure, but instead indulge him like a mother indulging her mischievous child.”

“Like… a mother?” Bridget Fonda asked in confusion.

Eric nodded and said, “Yes, think back to when you were young and your mother was cooking dinner in the kitchen, and you ran in to help but ended up getting in the way. Although your mother would pretend to be angry and glare at you, there would definitely be a doting smile on her face. I need you to express this kind of indulgent emotion.”

Upon hearing Eric’s words, Bridget Fonda’s gaze became somewhat blank, and Eric couldn’t help but want to facepalm. It seems she comes from an unhappy family background.

“In short, it’s indulgence. Take a five-minute break, let the makeup artist touch up your makeup, and think about what I just said. Don’t rush it. Today, as long as we can finish this scene, it’ll be good enough,” Eric said again.

Bridget Fonda and Cage nodded and walked towards the rest area, while Eric walked towards the automatic record player, inserted the “Unchained Melody” record and pressed the play b.u.t.ton. The familiar melody immediately filled the set. Bridget Fonda and Cage, who were being touched up by the makeup artist, looked over and understood that Eric had played it specifically for them, and listened quietly.