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*Chapter 801: The Psychology Master*

The set was bustling with activity, filled with a harmonious atmosphere.

After Anson and Kristen’s little prank, the entire crew seemed to relax, and the unseen tension dissolved. You could clearly see the previously tense shoulders beginning to unwind, and smiles were spreading throughout the team.

It wasn’t until this moment that Kristen finally loosened up from the chaos.

“Thank you,” Kristen whispered quietly to Anson.

Anson chuckled, “What’s going on? You came in so frazzled, that’s not like you at all.”

Although Kristen hadn’t been late, the disarray when she arrived was unusual for her, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Anson.

Kristen sighed and waved her hand with a playful grimace. “Don’t even ask.”

She glanced around to ensure no one was paying attention, then leaned in and lowered her voice, “It’s all Jack’s fault.”

After a quick explanation, Anson understood.

Jack Gyllenhaal and Kristen were dating and in the midst of a passionate romance. Recently, Jack had been filming, and Kristen was about to start her own project. They hadn’t had much time together, so they were making the most of every moment before she joined the production.

Kristen was headed to set today, and Jack was about to return to Los Angeles for a break. Not wanting to be apart, Jack insisted on driving Kristen to the set himself, even though she felt it wasn’t appropriate or professional. Despite her multiple refusals, Jack’s persistence won out.

The idea sounded sweet, but the reality was much more challenging.

In an era before widespread GPS navigation, getting around relied on paper maps, which meant flipping through a large New York City map and navigating street by street. Without a good sense of direction, it could easily become a nightmare.

Jack, who grew up in Los Angeles and knew nothing about the streets of Manhattan or Long Island, soon got lost.

They ended up circling Long Island twice, nearly making it to Queens before finally getting back on track by asking for directions. Kristen was genuinely worried.

She hated being late and disrupting the crew’s schedule, feeling it was disrespectful to everyone’s hard work. So when she arrived, her apology was heartfelt.

Her playful performance with Anson wasn’t just to ease his nerves but also a way to relieve her own tension and avoid unnecessary misunderstandings on the first day of filming.

It was a win-win.

What seemed like a small thing had a surprisingly complicated story behind it.

Noticing Kristen’s slightly flushed cheeks, Anson sensed there was more to the story and gently probed, “Did you two have a fight?”

Kristen hesitated, since Anson was Jack’s friend, but she was too frustrated to keep it in. If she tried to shoot now, it would definitely be a disaster.

After a moment, Kristen sighed and admitted, “He kept saying it didn’t matter. Even if we were late, there wouldn’t be any issue since I didn’t have scenes today.”

“I explained it’s not about whether I have scenes. It’s about showing respect. I want the crew to know that I’m serious about this project and that I want to be a part of it from day one.”

She paused, looking at Anson. “And if I’m late, people will just say I’m acting like a diva.”

Like Anson, Kristen faced a similar challenge. Hollywood wouldn’t give her special treatment just because she’d been a child star.

But Jack was different.

Coming from a Hollywood family, with connections and wealth, Jack was practically born into the industry. He was used to being pampered and didn’t sweat the small stuff.

To Jack, being late wasn’t a big deal.

Anson understood both Jack and Kristen.

It was funny—before he turned 25, he was just like Jack: carefree and rebellious, dismissing minor inconveniences. It wasn’t until life knocked him down that his rough edges were smoothed out by harsh realities.

Anson looked at Kristen and said, “You should give him a kick.”

Such a blunt suggestion?

Kristen couldn’t help but laugh. “I get it.”

Then she tilted her head, smiling. “I thought you’d defend him.”

Anson shrugged earnestly, “When I’m with you, I’ll talk bad about Jack. When I’m with Jack, I’ll talk bad about you. That’s what makes me the best friend ever.”

“Haha!” Kristen couldn’t help but burst into laughter, her smile fully blossoming.

Finally, Anson continued, “Everyone has their own way of doing things, based on their upbringing and nature. It’s what makes us unique but also creates challenges when we’re trying to get along.”

“This applies to couples, as well as friends.”

“We’re just dating!” Kristen retorted weakly.

Anson still didn’t fully grasp the cultural nuances around dating in the U.S.—

Dating and being in a relationship were considered two separate things. Going on a few dates didn’t mean much, and people could even date multiple people without it being a problem.

But being in a relationship was different—cheating was cheating.

The tricky part was figuring out when two people were just dating and when they were actually a couple.

Anson didn’t feel like diving into that discussion, so he just added, “It’s the same with friends.”

Kristen opened her mouth to argue but couldn’t find the words.

“It’s like the script we’re working on. Joel and Clementine have countless differences. The key to their relationship is figuring out how to reconcile those differences and make it work.”

Seeing Kristen’s look, Anson raised his hands in surrender. “Dating is the same.”

Kristen gave Anson an exasperated glance. “So you are taking Jack’s side after all.”

Anson put on a mock-hurt expression. “Okay, fine. Jack’s an idiot.”

Kristen instinctively defended him, “He’s not that bad!”

Anson shook his head. “Can’t win, can I? I try to be nice, but either way, I end up the punching bag.”

Watching his over-the-top performance, Kristen couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into laughter. “Oh God, I can’t believe people think you’re a dream guy!”

Anson didn’t miss a beat. “My brother wonders the same thing. You two should meet and have a deep conversation about it.”

*Chapter 802: Intense Pressure*

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale! Exhale!

Michel Gondry stood with his back against the wall, like a child being punished, head hanging low, eyes shut tight, repeatedly practicing deep breathing. His lips moved faintly as he muttered something under his breath, almost like he was reciting a mantra.

When Charlie Kaufman came upstairs, this was the scene he walked into.

He was full of confusion.

Charlie walked forward without disturbing Michel and glanced at the apartment ahead, still with no idea what was happening. Finally, curiosity got the better of him, and he tapped Michel on the shoulder.

"Ah!" Michel jumped in surprise, his heart nearly exploding.

"Ah!" Charlie was startled too and leaped back a step.

Michel opened his eyes and saw Charlie's panic-stricken face, which startled him again. He clutched his chest and leaned against the wall, almost unable to stand. With a pained expression, he protested, "What the hell are you doing?!"

Charlie looked even more innocent. "Shouldn't I be asking you that? What are you doing standing here, mumbling like you're casting a spell? Don't tell me you found a magic book and you're switching careers."

Michel gave Charlie an exasperated look. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Charlie replied, "The truth?"

Michel: ...

Seeing the seriousness in Charlie's eyes, Michel finally gave up and confessed, "I'm just a bit nervous."

Charlie didn’t get it. "Nervous about what? This isn't your first movie."

Two years ago, Michel had already filmed his debut feature. Though the cast was a bit more high-profile, the crew size was about the same.

Michel sighed softly. "But this time, the cast is completely different. I really want to make it work, Charlie. I'm worried I’ll mess it up."

True, during the first film, even if the quality wasn’t great, it could be chalked up to inexperience. But with the second film, expectations were different.

Besides, the cast for this movie was near perfect, and everything was going according to Michel’s vision. Even the producer wasn’t interfering much, and the incredible actors only added more pressure.

Charlie understood this.

But Charlie seemed much more at ease. "With this script, it won’t be a huge success, but it won’t flop miserably either."

Michel shot Charlie a glance, full of resignation. "Two million dollars. If this fails, that’s two million down the drain. Even if I sold myself, I wouldn’t be worth that."

Charlie shrugged lightly. "Who knows? Maybe someone’s into that."

Michel snapped, "Charlie!"

Charlie remained expressionless. "Anyway, you'll know once you try. Standing here breathing deeply isn’t going to help. What if someone comes out and sees you?"

Michel: Uh...

Charlie didn’t hesitate to roll his eyes again. "And if you don’t trust anyone else, you should at least trust Anson, right?"

Michel’s mind was in a jumble, and he struggled to keep up. "You mean his work with Steven and Tom?"

Charlie sighed. "Of course not. I mean you. Yourself. For God's sake, you didn’t even like Anson at first, but after one meeting, you were sold. You pushed hard for him to be the lead. If you could get him on board, what’s there to worry about with the rest of the cast?"

Wait, that’s true!

Though Michel acknowledged this, he still paused, trying to regulate his breathing—

Kate Winslet, Anson Wood, Kirsten Dunst, Mark Ruffalo, Elijah Wood...

One by one, the names flashed through Michel’s mind. He wasn’t sure how he’d manage to bring them all together, but it was too late to back out now, right?

No, no, no. It wasn’t time to regret—he should be grateful.

Opportunities like this didn’t just fall into anyone’s lap.

But before Michel could clear his thoughts, Charlie had already lost patience and pushed open the apartment door, nearly causing Michel to cry out in shock. His heart clenched tightly, then exploded all at once.

"Charlie..."

It was too late. Michel could only watch as Charlie opened the door. He tried to stop him, but ended up standing right at the entrance. And what he saw inside the apartment left him stunned, frozen in place—

Laughter and joy filled the room.

A lively, bustling scene greeted them, showing no sign of chaos despite the director’s late arrival. Michel didn’t know where to look, and the overwhelming warmth left him stiff, staring blankly.

No one noticed Michel and Charlie entering. Everyone was engrossed in the party atmosphere, spread across the room in small groups, yet there was a clear center of gravity—everything quietly revolved around Anson, even Kate.

There was no alcohol, no snacks, no music, yet they were still enjoying the party.

Charlie turned to look at Michel, his eyes brimming with teasing amusement: See? So what was that little solo act you were doing outside?

Too much drama.

Michel instantly read Charlie’s sarcasm and instinctively wanted to retort, but Charlie beat him to it, smirking as he said, "Good news, huh?"

Michel didn’t have time to counter Charlie’s jab. He paused to think seriously—

It really was good news.

Before filming even began, the actors and crew had already developed a camaraderie, creating a positive work environment. This was the best possible start for both getting into character and fostering collaboration.

At least, it was a good beginning.

This meant Michel could finally set aside some of his towering worries, even if only temporarily. He could finally breathe again.

Then—

"Hey, Mr. Screenwriter!"

Anson spotted Charlie.

Charlie froze.

Clearly, Charlie wasn’t comfortable in such social settings. The more people there were, the more he wanted to disappear. Instinctively, he tried to retreat to the corner, but Anson’s greeting gave him away. Instantly, the room’s attention turned toward Charlie, surrounding him with curious gazes.

Charlie’s face remained expressionless, but the slight twitch of his lips betrayed his discomfort. He turned to look at Michel.

The message was clear: The director is right here. Aren’t you guys going to greet him?

Michel, however, wasn’t the least bit jealous. He patted Charlie on the shoulder with gleeful sympathy, his expression clearly saying:

"We both know you’re the biggest name in this group. The actors are all here because of you, and I’m just riding your coattails."

But the twitch of Michel’s mouth and the sparkle in his eyes were anything but sympathetic.

Charlie sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically before begrudgingly walking toward Anson.

Michel smiled, his mood lifting as he followed behind. It was as if the anxious person standing at the door just moments ago was a completely different person.

One second, he was feeling crushed by the pressure of working with such a star-studded cast.

The next, he was ecstatic at the thought of working with so many talented actors.

Everything was that simple.

Michel was already rubbing his hands together, eager to dive into the production.

And as it turned out, both Michel and Charlie were right—

*Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind* had officially begun filming. With everyone in good spirits, the project started smoothly. From Anson to Kate, everything was perfect, and the first three days of shooting flew by without a hitch.

But after three days, the challenges began.

*Chapter 803: Day Turns to Night*

"Cut!"

Filming was interrupted again.

"Sorry, director. Let's do it again."

The one who made the mistake wasn’t the director, but one of the actors—specifically, Kate Winslet.

At first, when mistakes happened, actors would apologize to the crew, understanding that each mistake meant the entire team had to redo the scene, which affected many people.

But after one, two, three, four, five mistakes—by the time they reached the fourteenth take—apologies became pointless. Instead of insincerely apologizing and then making the same mistake again, it was more effective to fully concentrate on the performance. This way, they could end the ordeal quickly and improve efficiency, which was more useful than any apology.

Moreover, look at the time—it was already 11 PM, and the clock was inching toward midnight.

Generally speaking, Hollywood, like any typical 9-to-5 job, follows an eight-hour workday, five days a week, as per the union rules.

Similarly, like many other office jobs, overtime is common despite the rules, and working beyond regular hours is a frequent occurrence.

Putting overtime aside for now, the biggest difference between Hollywood and regular office work is that the work hours are flexible.

A typical 9-to-5 schedule could be shifted to night hours, and if a Friday lands on a holiday, shooting could be moved to the weekend. There’s a lot of flexibility.

And that’s exactly what was happening now.

The entire crew had been patiently waiting for nightfall to take advantage of the natural darkness for the scene, aiming to minimize post-production work and create an authentic atmosphere.

In the film industry, there’s a term called "day for night," which means filming night scenes during the day; similarly, they might shoot winter scenes in summer or outdoor scenes in a studio. These techniques are part of the magic of filmmaking.

But "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" aimed to avoid such extra work wherever possible, striving for a more authentic feel. This not only helped the actors get into character but also gave the audience a more genuine experience.

So, as the night approached midnight, the night owls on set began feeling the fatigue. Yet, the shooting progress was still unsatisfactory.

Honestly, the entire crew was cramped in a small apartment, with the heat turned up, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. As fatigue and warmth met in the dead of winter, drowsiness naturally crept in. Eyelids became heavy, and one by one, people discreetly pinched their thighs, trying to stay awake.

As a result, the mood on set became lazy and sluggish. Both the actors and the director could feel the invisible pressure mounting.

Kate didn’t hide her frustration. She took a deep breath, turned around, and went back to the kitchen, waiting for the director’s cue.

"Action!"

Clementine smiled, carrying two glasses of alcohol from the kitchen into the living room. "Two glasses of Blue Ruin."

She handed one to Joel and kept the other for herself. Standing in front of Joel, she moved a little closer, lowering her voice to say quietly, "Bottoms up, young man."

Joel glanced uncomfortably at the glass, eyeing the amount of alcohol.

Clementine noticed. "This way of seduction feels more natural."

Joel stiffened noticeably.

Clementine couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing. "Haha, hahaha." She playfully slapped Joel’s shoulder, laughing so hard she almost bent over. "I was just kidding."

But despite her words, a smile lingered at the corner of her mouth, and she continued to eye Joel. Her body leaned in slightly, occasionally brushing against him, giving off a sense of intimacy.

Joel joined in the laughter, his chuckles rumbling from his chest. Still, his eyes shifted awkwardly away.

In the next moment, Clementine shoved Joel by the chest, pushing him down onto the sofa with a sudden force.

Without pausing, she followed through, straddling Joel’s lap, her free hand wrapping around his neck, gazing deeply into his eyes.

There was intimacy, flirtation, and a hint of aggression.

It looked like something was about to happen—

Joel glanced up at Clementine. "This doesn’t feel right?"

Clementine exhaled a long breath and nodded. "No, it’s off."

The tension dissolved instantly as they both dropped out of character. Anson and Kate turned to look at the camera.

"I think we need to go again."

"It still doesn’t feel right," they both agreed, looking past the lens at Michel Gondry, the director.

The director looked at the two actors, took a deep breath, and let out a soft sigh of exasperation, rubbing his face hard as if he wanted to peel off his skin to reveal his true feelings. Finally, he looked at them in frustration.

"Can’t we just try again?"

Anson shrugged lightly. "Sure, of course."

Kate nodded as well. "No problem."

Anson added, "But we can all feel that something’s off, and you can sense it too. The whole scene just isn’t working. There’s no point in pushing forward like this."

Kate sighed deeply. "I know everyone’s tired. One by one, everyone’s barely keeping their eyes open. The best thing to do now is to finish the scene as quickly as possible so everyone can go home and rest."

Anson shook his head. "No, the best thing to do right now is to open a window and let some cold air in, or the room’s going to be filled with carbon dioxide."

Kate wanted to argue but held her tongue. The temperature was supposed to create a sense of intimacy, but after thinking about it, Anson was right. She fell silent.

They both turned to Michel, who looked completely defeated. Finally, he gave up and said, "Cut."

Anson could feel Michel’s frustration. It wasn’t just the director; everyone on set was feeling it—himself, Kate, and the entire crew.

But acting is like that. If the rhythm and timing are off, there’s nothing you can do.

If they were okay with just getting by, there wouldn’t be a problem; they could finish the scene easily enough. But the key was that Michel didn’t want that, and neither did Kate or Anson.

Despite Charlie Kaufman’s powerful script, they still wanted to bring something more to the film.

They thought they had already nailed the script and characters, but clearly, acting doesn’t work that way. Filmmaking is the same.

Even when everything seems right, each scene can still present new challenges, and each day brings different struggles.

Kate took a deep breath, looked at Anson, and began reviewing the scene again, trying to adjust some details. "I’ll put my left hand on your chest first. If I feel your muscles with my palm, would that make you uncomfortable?"

"No, it wouldn’t," Anson shook his head.

Kate continued, "Then I’ll use my right shoulder to touch your left shoulder, trying to lean into your embrace. Do we need eye contact here?"

Anson replied, "Just let it happen naturally. I think Clementine’s and Joel’s rhythms are different here, so there’s no need to force it. The awkwardness and mismatch might work better."

Kate nodded. "Okay, I’ll try to be a bit more aggressive."

Then she looked at Michel. "Director, let’s try one more time."

Chapter 804: Storming Out

In movies, audiences often see intimate scenes, where the chemistry seems so real that it could leap off the screen; but in reality, these scenes are carefully planned and discussed, ensuring that actors don’t lose themselves or go out of control during the performance.

Unlike other scenes, intimate scenes involve physical contact that might trigger natural reactions. If control is lost, it could cross the fine line between actors, potentially resulting in inappropriate behavior that could offend the scene partner.

That’s why these scenes require rehearsals, discussions, and careful planning to ensure both actors are fully aware and comfortable before shooting begins.

In fact, fifteen to eighteen years later, Hollywood even introduced a professional role called “intimacy coordinator.” These coordinators help actors navigate how to express intimacy, how to gradually build the scene, and how to let their guard down while ensuring realism. They also work to prevent any boundaries from being crossed during filming and offer psychological support if necessary.

Though this role doesn’t yet exist, the actors still communicate before shooting.

So, when viewers see intense chemistry on the big screen, while some rare cases may involve genuine emotions, the vast majority of intimate scenes are controlled performances by the actors.

During the filming of The Butterfly Effect, Anson and Rachel McAdams had to figure things out from scratch, and the two young actors made plenty of mistakes. Now, with Kate Winslet in front of him, the situation was different. She was experienced, methodical, and approached everything with precision, confirming even the smallest details about positioning—where hands and feet would be, the amount and intensity of contact, the eye contact between them—everything.

In this particular scene, the physical contact was minimal and not intense at all, but Kate still made sure they discussed it thoroughly to ensure both actors were comfortable and could fully step into their roles when the cameras rolled.

Then:

“Action!”

The director's voice echoed through the apartment.

Clementine walked out of the kitchen, holding two glasses of water. She raised them and said, “Two Blue Depressions.”

She paused for a moment, playfully winking at Joel with a lazy, teasing look. Without waiting for his reaction, she laughed heartily, amused by herself.

With light steps, she approached Joel, handed him a glass, and said, “Down it in one go, young man.”

Clementine could clearly see Joel freeze, his movements stiff as he looked at her.

She took a step closer, narrowing the gap between them, and stared into his eyes, “This way of seducing you feels more natural.”

As she said it, she carefully observed Joel’s increasingly tense face, noting the subtle confusion. This made her burst into joyful laughter.

“Haha, hahaha.”

But then!

Her laughter didn’t last long. Kate suddenly turned around, her smile fading. “No, no, something’s not right. I’m not sure what, but this doesn’t feel right.”

The entire crew fell silent. No one even had time to show disappointment; they all stood there, frozen.

“Damn,” Kate cursed under her breath.

Frustration and disappointment quickly turned into anger and regret, all directed at herself.

Kate looked at Anson, “This isn’t about you. But…”

“Damn! Damn, damn, damn!”

It was clear Kate was extremely frustrated, nearly about to explode.

Anson was about to speak when Kate interrupted, waving her hands repeatedly, “No, I need to clear my head.”

With that, Kate shoved her glass into Anson’s hand, turned on her heel, pushed open the apartment door, and stormed out without looking back.

Whoosh, whoosh.

A cold wind rushed inside, chasing away the warmth, sending shivers up everyone's spines.

No one in the apartment knew how to react. Everyone stood there, dumbfounded.

Michelle’s shoulders slumped, and she weakly called out, “Cut.”

There was no need to look at anyone’s expressions; the weariness and struggle were clear just from her tone.

Anson glanced down at the glass in his hand, still processing what had just happened. Now he finally understood how the Catch Me If You Can crew must have felt.

Even though the situations were different, the result was the same. Back then, Anson had walked off the set, leaving the crew in limbo; now, Kate had done the same.

But, was Kate really okay?

It was close to midnight, freezing cold outside. Even without checking the weather forecast, it was definitely below freezing. The dark, quiet streets of Long Island were nothing like the hustle and bustle of Manhattan. By 9 p.m., the whole neighborhood had gone dark and silent, with most houses already turning off their lights. Kate storming out alone into this environment—was it really okay?

What if she got hurt?

Anson was worried, unsure if he should go after her to check if she was alright, or if she just needed some space.

“Grant, go after her and check on her,” Michelle instructed before Anson could make up his mind. “The streets are icy, and it’s pitch dark out there…”

Grant stood up without hesitation and rushed after Kate.

Just as he reached the door, Kate reappeared at the entrance. Grant stepped aside to let her in, and Kate walked straight back into the apartment.

Kate shook her head, “Damn it.”

No explanation was needed—one look and you could tell the reason: the cold.

Kate had been wearing just a t-shirt, a summer t-shirt, for the indoor scene. Stepping out into the freezing New York winter was unbearable.

Hugging herself tightly, Kate ignored everyone else and headed straight for the radiator, pressing her legs against it for warmth.

The crew, slightly stunned by her return, didn’t quite know how to react.

Grant, still standing at the door, looked like a doorman.

Finally, Anson broke the silence. “Director, how about we take a five-minute break?”

This time, Michelle didn’t object. She glanced at Kate, stood up, and stretched. “Good idea. I’ve lost count of how many takes we’ve done, so taking a break might be the best option.”

“Ten minutes. Let’s take a ten-minute break. I need an espresso, half whiskey.”

With the director’s call, the crew resumed their activity, subtly pulling their attention away from Kate, pretending to be busy.

Grant stepped back inside and closed the door.

The warmth slowly returned to the room.

Seeing this, Kate turned toward the window, opened it, and stuck her head out into the cold air.

Clearly, Kate needed some fresh air.

Anson didn’t disturb her. He knew Kate needed space. Her mind was a chaotic mix of thoughts, on the verge of exploding. Some fresh air might help her sort things out.

He felt the same way.

The progress on this scene was way behind schedule, and the performances between the two of them just weren’t syncing up. It wasn’t working.

But what was the issue?

If they couldn’t figure it out, restarting would only lead to them spinning in circles again.

*Chapter 805: Getting Into Character*

"Warmth Within," has officially started filming.

However, by just the fourth day, the crew encountered their first hurdle.

The scene being shot today isn’t complicated, but it’s far from simple either. It’s the third meeting between Clementine and Joel.

Early in the morning, Joel wakes up after having a series of strange, bizarre dreams. The details are blurry, but he remembers a voice in his head telling him to go to Montauk.

It’s in the opposite direction of Manhattan, which doesn’t fit his routine, orderly life.

But at the last moment, Joel grabs onto an impulsive thought and boards a train to Montauk, even though he has no idea what he’s doing.

Then, he meets a girl there. He falls in love at first sight but is too shy and reserved to speak to her, eventually running away.

Unexpectedly, that’s not the end.

They meet again on the return train, and after a roller-coaster-like conversation, Joel becomes nervous and retreats into his shell, awkwardly distancing himself from Clementine, a girl whose boldness and passion make him uneasy.

But as Joel leaves the train station and sees Clementine walking down a snow-covered street wrapped in her coat, he finally musters the courage to take a step, inviting her into his car and offering to drive her home.

Once they reach their destination, Clementine invites Joel up to her apartment for a visit.

Joel hesitates, unsure, but in the end, he agrees.

And that leads to the scene being shot today.

Two people who’ve just met, alone together on a quiet winter night. Clementine’s forwardness and enthusiasm keep pushing Joel back.

Clearly, Joel isn’t comfortable with Clementine’s pace.

But here’s the catch—Joel can’t resist her.

In terms of the timeline, this is after both characters have had their memories erased and are meeting again. Even though they’ve completely forgotten each other, they’re irresistibly drawn to one another, falling in love all over again.

It’s a sense of déjà vu, an attraction they can’t deny.

In the end, they fall in love again.

In other words, this scene is both the beginning and the end of the movie.

A circle.

So, the key question is:

How do you leave clues without giving too much away?

How do you create a more nuanced performance when the actors already know the truth, so it’s not just about them naturally falling in love?

It’s all about a subtle feeling—delicate and hard to describe, but very real. It’s not something you can put into words; it’s something you feel in your heart.

From Joel’s perspective, he’s trying to resist. Each small moment of attraction pushes him back because the feeling is unfamiliar but strong. Yet, he can’t help falling bit by bit.

From Clementine’s perspective, she’s overly enthusiastic. She follows her heart and doesn’t care what others think. When she feels something pure and intense, she tends to overreact.

The key is that both characters need to show just a hint of discomfort—at least from the audience’s perspective. There’s something strange about their behavior, something neither they nor the audience fully understands yet. It leaves a mystery, planting a seed for the audience to uncover as the story unfolds.

But.

Neither Anson nor Kate managed to capture that feeling.

The entire performance seemed stiff. It didn’t convey that slightly awkward, over-the-top energy, and instead felt lacking and unpolished.

Simply put, something was off.

And so.

NG. NG again. And again.

Anson knew why: he wasn’t in the right state of mind.

Call it his performance mode or his character mode. Ultimately, the issue was that Anson couldn’t separate Kate from Clementine. When he was acting, he couldn’t shake the image of "Kate Winslet," and as a result, he couldn’t get into character.

There were many reasons for this, but most of it came down to Anson himself.

Watching Kate Winslet, his childhood idol, get close to him, sitting on his lap, was a first for Anson. Up until now, he’d always taken the lead in his performances, but now he found himself in a passive position, which left him flustered.

This wasn’t his first time working with a legendary star from his past. But this situation was different.

In Catch Me If You Can, Tom Hanks was a man, and Frank and Carl’s characters were on equal footing.

In The Princess Diaries, the scenes with Anne Hathaway were part of an innocent high school romance.

In Spider-Man, the famous upside-down kiss with Kirsten Dunst was less romantic and more of a disaster.

In The Butterfly Effect, Anson led the scenes with Rachel McAdams, who was still a rising star.

Now, however…

A combination of factors made this scene incredibly difficult.

From character to actor, from inside the scene to outside it, Anson felt trapped in a shrinking space where he didn’t know how to react. His own issues were affecting Joel, and Joel’s character’s emotions were affecting Anson, leaving his performance out of sync.

The details and the feeling weren’t right. And as a result, the chemistry wasn’t there.

This was probably the first time Anson had struggled to fully immerse himself in a role. He felt unprofessional and inadequate, and after so many NGs, he knew he was half to blame.

Along with a sense of frustration and guilt, he regained a sense of humility.

Clearly, in the world of acting, he was still just a beginner.

But the solution wasn’t hard to see.

He had to strip away the "Kate Winslet" aura and stop seeing her as his childhood idol. He needed to see her as an actor, a regular person, and a partner on equal footing. Once he focused on the character, not Kate, the problem would solve itself.

Of course, it was easier said than done.

After all, the brain isn’t a computer where you can just input commands and expect immediate results.

So, what should he do?

Anson thought about stepping outside for some fresh air to clear his head. But when he caught a glimpse of a figure by the window, he stopped.

The problem wasn’t just his—Kate was facing her own difficulties too.

Tonight, Kate seemed unfocused, at least not fully concentrated.

Anson didn’t know why, but it wasn’t because she was too excited to work with him. Something about this scene had stirred something inside her, maybe memories or emotions, leaving her performance a little distracted.

There was a sense of detachment.

Clearly, Kate was aware of this too, and she seemed frustrated and disappointed.

Maybe Anson and Kate should talk, help each other find the root of the problem, and solve it together?

Or, should he leave it to Kate, a seasoned actress with almost a decade of experience, to handle it herself while he, a newbie, avoids overstepping?

Anson hesitated.