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Imagine being Sam in that scene and having to be like, "Ha ha, I'm giving Faye Dunaway a massage as a joke cause she doesn't know I'm monke and I'm getting no pleasure out of this, neither my character Dunston nor the real me" Like seriously, imagine having to be Sam and not only straddle a naked Faye Dunaway flaunting her lithe body and soft skin under you, and rub with restraint, take after take, while you perfect the farce and stop yourself from getting too handsy. You're a trained Hollywood ape and maybe your trainer watches her nude scenes in Chinatown, Barfly with you like you don't even know what you're watching. You've seen her sex scene with Bill Holden and know you could outdo him, but as you hear Faye suggestively moan in pleasure the Oscar-winning actress manufactures for comedy sake that she's only cooing "Oh that's just how I like it" as you slap her buttocks because she's paying a part, pretending to be Mrs. Dubrow, only reacting with such unmistakably sexual euphoria because she thinks you're a professional masseuse stud, calling you "William" not Sam, not even Dunston, just "William", because she’d never see a monke as any kind of potential lover, and she'll cackle and robe up, give you a condescending pat and joke "He's got softer hands than Warren Beatty!", all in jest, dismissing you as a hairy prop in a kid's movie before you're sent back to the gawkers laughing at your masturbation you've had to endure your ENTIRE CAREER. Your callous ape fingers rub the forbidden fruit of the hairless human's bare back and all you want to do is flip her over and show her how virile and uncomic you really are. Then the director calls for another take you know you have an orangutan's strength and could rip the arms out of the sockets of everyone on set before the wrangler puts you down, but you play your part and endure it, because you're fucking Sam. Won’t lose your future Hollywood career over this. Just check in. Make a funny face and check in
