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Hollywood PrePlay
Filming had begun and James was staunch in his insistence this was the last one. The media kept harping on the end of his era, on if he'd cameo, who might be the next hot actor to take on the role. For his part, he didn't care. He'd had his fill.
It was moments like now, dressed head to toe in an obnoxious green spandex body suit with a few motion capture dots on his face. Making films hadn't been like this when he'd started. James recalled practical effects. Now, though...
"Everything's CGI," he grumbled into his paper cup of tea while he waited to be called to place.
It was moments like now, dressed head to toe in an obnoxious green spandex body suit with a few motion capture dots on his face. Making films hadn't been like this when he'd started. James recalled practical effects. Now, though...
"Everything's CGI," he grumbled into his paper cup of tea while he waited to be called to place.
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Q seemed puzzled for a moment, glancing behind himself as though he assumed Bond was speaking to someone else. There was no one else around though, and he returned his attention to Bond.
"I'm afraid we're all at the mercy of the editor for that," he said. "I can make sure the rocks look extra nice though, just for you," he quipped dryly.
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"It's the digital rocks that get butts in seats," he smiled.
"Will you be on set for the rest of the week?" he asked curiously.
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"Mmm, the director is keen to keep me around," Q nodded, looking a bit unhappy about that. "He's very hands on," he added dryly.