No Apologies No Regrets
From the roles she plays to the cigars she smokes, actress Demi Moore makes her own choices.
From the Print Edition:
Demi Moore, Autumn 96
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"As a matter of fact, yes, I do."
"What do they say?"
The nurse pauses again. " 'Because I get to blow shit up.' "
They look at each other. Slowly, hesitatingly, they laugh.
"There you go," Moore says.
From a corner of the room comes the voice of director Scott: "Cut." After eight takes, he is happy; Moore isn't.
"Let's do two more takes," she says. She wants to get that laugh just right, lighten it up. Scott says he thinks it's right the way it is, a little subdued. She says she thinks it will work better if she and the nurse share the laugh "just a little more." He thinks a moment, and agrees. They do it two more times. And then a third. And then a fourth. They speed it up, try to make it even more natural.
The nurse and Moore laugh, one more time.
"Cut," the director says. Moore nods. She thinks they've got it.
Back in the trailer, midafternoon, rested after her 40-minute run, Moore explains.
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