“But according to this stage direction” - he flicked through the pages - “I’ll be mounting you and thrusting in and out of you. So why don’t we get it out of the way and make out now? So we’re both comfortable.” I must have looked confused. “Just so you know.” Ethan grabbed me by the back of my head and kissed me for longer than I was expecting. He gazed into my eyes with such tenderness it confused me. Were we about to actually have sex? Or was this acting? Then his eyes went cold.
What the fuck did I just read? And this is something they had to do on stage, in front of some leering “acting coach” together with a bunch of other young aspiring actors, where the purpose of this exercise was to power through it, to get it out of the way, to learn how to fake emotion, and produce it on-demand, in front of a critical audience.
(The hidden purpose of the exercise was of course to produce wank-material for the acting coach in question.)Ĭontrast this with what we know from the production of SKAM, its remakes, or Young Royals. It’s literally worlds apart! The European productions were all about consent and comfort, about building trust, and about finding actors that had actual chemistry with each other from the beginning.
Hell, Young Royals had an intimacy coordinator to help and guide the director and actors through scenes, whereas Hollywood’s approach seems to be to brute-force transform actors into pretty, unfeeling robots, who do whatever a director tells them to. Why is Hollywood so fake?įor this younger generation of European actors, being seen as gay is no big deal. Tarjei and Henrik had no issues doing a cutesy couply photo-shoot, or making out at an award ceremony, while Edvin and Omar made fun of being a couple on TikTok, and Omar is hell-bent on being as queer and fabulous as possible in his singing career.