Isabella Meyn

THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME: NEW ENDING

 

 

“Cut!” the Director yelled from across the room. The makeup supervisors sweeped in to check on the actors’ immaculately done faces, and the room spurred into a flurry of movements. “Great job guys. Awesome chemistry, amazing body language. I think we just gotta go through a few more takes on this scene and we’re done.” He spoke with a smile, reaching over to pat Andrew Smith- aka Zaroff- on the back. “Finally, this is the - what again? Third time we’ve done this scene?” Andrew said, slightly flustered but with still a grin on his face. “Yeah, probably. I’m gonna be sad when it’s over, though. God, these past 13 months passed so quickly, I can’t believe we’re almost done.” Mark Sheppard- or Rainsford- said, with a nostalgic look on his face. “Okay, 10 minutes then we start another take. Mr. Jacobs,” the Director said, motioning towards his assistant, “with me. Get these two gentlemen a nice cup of coffee and remember to congratulate them.” he said. 

 

As the tech crew rearranged the lighting and the green screens, Andrew moved towards his chair, where the script was, and decided to go over his lines before the take started. “(...)I congratulate you. You have won the game... blah blah blah.. yeah, you got this man.” He said to himself, practicing his very last line before the end of the take. He always found the story interesting, how this one man managed to find himself in such a strange situation in such a short amount of time. When his manager gave him news that they were auditioning for parts, he knew he had to take it. And now here we was, 13 months later, the new face of General Zaroff, the cunning and manipulative people-hunter. It’s a strange role, of course, but he has to admit he loves his job, regardless of the role he’s taking up.

 

Mark, sitting next to him, was listening to music on his iPod, going over his lines in his head. His role had to be the hardest one, how to convey all of Rainsford's emotions without the power of the written word; tough work. The bell that marks the start of a new take startled them out of their thoughts, and with a sigh they both stood up and headed out towards the green room, where the computer generated images of a beautiful tropical island and huge peak leading down to the ocean. Letting the makeup crew check on them for the last time, they both did some breathing exercises and gave the director an ok, signaling that they’re ready to start filming again.