Imagine being Armie in that scene and having to be all like "damn, Timothée, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your anorexic body and horrific androgynous jewish face. I would totally have sex with you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fuck another 16 year old in his dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Armie and not only sit in that chair while Timothée Chalamet, flaunts his disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing his rib cage and bonely jew nose, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while he came in that peach. Not only having to tolerate his monstrous fucking visage but his haughty attitude as everyone on set tells him he's ALREADY GOT IT and DAMN, TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET LOOKS LIKE *THAT*?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch his skinny fucking gollum 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 supermodels and later alleged rape victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Santa Monica. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on his foot as he sticks it to your face to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in his "twinktastic (for that is what he calls himself)" beauty, the beauty he worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months. And then the director calls for another take, and you know you could eat every single person in this room before the studio security could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Armie. You're not going to lose your future Hollywood career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.