feel that behind his burst of laughter Mr. Huston was watching me and waiting for me.
I felt desperate. What was the use of reading in a shaking voice like a terrified amateur? Mr. Huston caught my eye and grinned.
âWeâre waiting, Miss Monroe,â he said.
âI donât think Iâm going to be any good,â I answered.
Everybody stopped talking and looked at me.
âWould you mind if I read the part lying on the floor?â I blurted out.
âWhy, not at all,â Mr. Huston replied gallantly. âBill here, will cue you.â
I stretched myself out on the floor and Bill crouched down beside me. I felt much better. I had rehearsed the part lying on a couch, as the directions indicated. There wasnât any couch in the office. Lying on the floor was almost the same thing, however.
I went through the part, with the crouching Bill reading Louis Calhernâs lines. When I finished I said, âOh, let me do it again.â
âIf you want to,â said Mr. Huston, âbut thereâs no need.â
I did it again.
When I stood up Mr. Huston said, âYou were in after the first reading. Go fix yourself up with the wardrobe department.â
I knew this part wouldnât be cut out of the picture because it was vital to the plot. I was the reason one of the stars, Louis Calhern, committed suicide. My characterization was Mae West, Theda Bara, and Bo Peepâin tight silk lounging pajamas.
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In a movie you act in little bits and pieces. You say two lines, and they â
cut
.â They relight, set up the camera in another placeâand you act two more lines. You walk five feet, and they say âcut.â The minute you get going good in your characterization, they cut.
But it doesnât matter. Thereâs no audience watching you. Thereâs nobody to act
for
except yourself. Itâs like the games you play when youâre a child and pretend to be somebody else. Usually, itâs even almost the same sort of story you used to make up as a childâabout meeting somebody who fell in love with you because, despite everything theyâd heard against you, you were a good girl with a heart of gold. Iâve wondered sometimes when Iâve been in a picture if the people making it hadnât had their children ghostwrite it for them, and Iâve thought, âWouldnât it be wonderful if I accidentally opened a door and there they wereâthe children who really make up the moviesâa room full of eight- and nine-year-old kids. Then I could go to the studio head and say, âIâd like to play in something a little better than the script youâve given me. Something a little more human and true to life.â And when he answered me that the script was made up by the finest brains in the country and I was a fool to criticize it, Iâd tell him I knew his secretâthe room full of babies who were creating all the movies. And heâd turn pale and give in, and Iâd be given a script written by some adult and become a real actress.â
I didnât have this daydream during
Asphalt Jungle
because it was an adult script. There was also an audience watching me actâan audience of one, the director. A director like Mr. Huston makes your work exciting. Some directors seem more interested in photographing the scenery than the actors. They keep moving thecamera around saying, âHereâs a wonderful shot.â Or, âThis is a superb set-up. Weâll be able to get the fireplace and the Oriental mask in the frame.â Or they say, âThatâll cut beautifully. Itâll give us a fast tempo.â
You feel theyâre more interested in their directing than they are in your acting. They want the Front Office to praise
them
when the rushes are shown. Mr. Huston wasnât like that. He was interested in the acting I did. He not only watched it, he was part of
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