>>937565770 (OP)
Imagine being Anthony Allen in that scene and having to be all like "damn, Clare Higgins, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your tight body and horrific androgynous monster face. I would totally have sex with you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fuck a 16 year old in his favorite pub. Like seriously imagine having to be Anthony Allen and not only stand in that attic while Clare Higgins flaunts her disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her stretchmarks and leathery skin, and just stand there, take after take, hour after hour, while she perfected that resting bitch face. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty attitude as everyone on set tells her she's A FINE TART and DAMN, CLARE HIGGINS LOOKS LIKE *THAT*?? because they're not the ones who have to stand there and watch her mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of blondes and brunettes and later alleged rape victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Hartfordshire. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to stand there and revel in her "statuesque (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with Clive Barker in the previous months. And then the director calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the studio security could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Anthony Allen. You're not going to lose your future acting career over this. Just bear it. Hide your disgust and bear it.
