“Down stage!” yells the excited director.
She staggers on as directed, the camera man cranking nonchalantly with one hand while he takes puffs at a cigarette with the other. The poor girl tries to rise, and wabbles feebly.
“Fall in front of the camera!” bawls the director.
She falls at the proper focal distance.
“Stretch out your arms—look wild!” yells the boss of the works.
“Let her go!” this time to the men with the watering cans.
And poor heroine, struggling and staggering, is drenched to the skin with the downpour, not from the heavens above, but quite as wet.
But, we ask, where is the lightning for this wild outburst of the aforesaid Nature.
“Oh, that’s easy!” laughs the director. “We put that in afterward with the scratch of a pin.”
“But how are you going to make it look like night?”