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I don’t know whether his choice to play Peter again is hilarious, as Wes said. It sure looks gorgeous.
But this is where it gets weird. Wes Spencer might be the most beautiful specimen of human dude I have ever seen on the screen (and now in real life), but looking at him from this close, I don’t feel the same burning and swooning and melting sensation that Marco can cause to me just by brushing his arm against my collarbone.
As he is doing right now.
Play it cool. Don’t faint just because he’s wrapping his arm around you, for cheese’s sake. He’s doing it without even noticing.
“Not to mention,” I add, “that someone as hot as him definitely has to do the obligatory wet-shirt-Regency-hero-in-the-lake movie at some point.”
Marco laughs harder. “You find him hot, do you, my queen?”
“Everyone does,” I reply.
“Not everyone,” he lifts his eyebrows and I laugh too.
“Well, everyone who is… attracted to dudes. Oh, you know what I mean. Can we stay a little longer?”
“All day, if you want.”
We watch the shoot for at least half an hour. It’s fascinating.
It looks like a fairytale. There is a girl in a light blue dress playing Wendy (I’m guessing) and she’s sitting in a boat in the middle of the lake. Wes jumps in the water, swimming furiously to the boat, appearing to be about to rescue her. They shoot the swimming part so many times I would be bored of it if it was anyone else than Wes. He does his own stunts, I know that.
Then, he is allowed to reach the girl in the boat, and they share a look, which is so hot, I can feel the heat waves all the way from over here.
That’s when it hits me, who the girl dressed in the blue dress is: It’s his girlfriend, Ari. The stunt woman. Gosh, she looks gorgeous up close. Unreal.
As they share that look, everything around us and around them stops. There is no one else on the lake, on the set, in the universe, but them.
It feels too private to look at them, but I can’t tear my eyes away.
Wes jumps on the boat. He looks absolutely mouth-watering in that wet, plastered shirt, water dripping from his perfect body, and suddenly I understand why they are filming in Vermont. Girls would be climbing over each other for a glimpse of him if it was somewhere else. Marco’s article says they will film in London too, but I can guess how that will go. A security nightmare.
As it is right now, there are so many people on set, taking care of the fake snow and the lighting, that it looks too crowded. It’s early afternoon. The sky is turning gold, and everyone is hurrying on set ‘not to lose the light’. But I can see why they chose this hour to shoot. It is absolutely magical.
And Vermont might look too wide and wild and colorful to be mistaken for London on screen, or wherever this Regency drama is taking place, but I’m sure that all they need is the water and the snow, and they will fix everything else with their studio magic in post-production.
At some point, Ari jumps into the freezing lake, wearing nothing but her flimsy ‘Wendy’ nightdress. They shoot her jump three times, and she doesn’t complain once that she is freezing. (I know she is freezing, because I only stuck my hand in the water once while we were canoeing, and I immediately removed it, I couldn’t stand the cold). Wes looks on from the shore, barely moving. He hasn’t changed out of his deliciously wet shirt, but just has a bathrobe wrapped around him. He is fully concentrated on watching her.
Then it’s his turn to jump in and rescue her. He grabs her from the water, and there is such an intense look of torture on his face that I gasp. It feels raw and real, and even though he is an amazing actor and has won an Oscar and I don’t know what else, I recognize reality when I see it. He is not acting. He has been scared out of his mind before.
For her.
Now he’s just pretending, but the feeling is real. He’s felt it.
I suddenly look away; I can’t bear to watch him look at her with such violent pain shining out of his eyes. He grabs her waist and hoists her effortlessly out of the water.
The director yells “cut”, but Wes doesn’t let go. I look at Ari and Wes, and they exchange a look, nothing more. And it suddenly feels incredibly immature to think that weddings and commitments are a complete lie.
This look they share, and the one they shared before… That is the realest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s as if they are each other’s person.
“Let’s go again,” Wes shouts to the crew. “I need at least two more takes.”
“That’s my line, pretty boy,” the director yells.
Although Wes is a director himself, too. He’s won another Academy award for an indie film he did about dystopian Hamlet or something. I need to look it up when I get my phone back.
IfI get my…
