Secrets to make a love scene in a movie

I remember my first kiss. It happened three houses from mine on a sunny afternoon in Logan, Utah. The target: Steven Leatherbee, a freckled redhead with no intention of kissing me back, or so it seemed. He teased me every time he visited his grandmother, and I appreciated this stranger’s attention. He didn’t have my boobs, he didn’t have any makeup on, and he was riding a bike that still had a faulty training wheel that was wobbling.

When Steven came up to me and punched me and said “kissing etiquette, you are,” I ran. He knocked me down, but I told him “now you are” and went after him. Now, because I’ve always had long legs, I had him on the ground quickly, he was screaming and screaming, and I frowned, and planted a kiss right on his silver mouth. It was horrible. His breath smelled of sticks, stones, snails, stones and toads. Like a little boy. I did not like

She still felt the accomplishment of receiving my kiss, and while it wasn’t perfect, it was beautiful. Why? Because I was innocent, and I didn’t have like 30 people watching me do it, asking me to repeat it and try again. I am an actress and I play many roles. And sometimes in those places a character has to do a love scene. It’s part of the performance. If I want to be an actress, I need to be the best at every part of my craft. Even making fun of a love scene in a movie.

I thought about this first kiss while preparing for my first love scene. Not a real one, but one for the movies. As an actress, I’ve done a lot of love scenes, but each one is different, and each one makes me nervous at first. I reread the slug line, which is the instructions for an actor or actress in the script. She said something like “His eyes meet his, they rip their clothes off, they kiss and touch with all the passion of a…” blah blah blah.

I didn’t particularly care for the man in front of me in this film project, and I must say I wasn’t sure how I could pull off the “look” of passion, love, erotic lust, and most of all, comfort. I felt anxiety and the pressure of the love scene to come made me nauseous. The fear inside me was never spoken out loud. It’s unprofessional to talk about the kiss as if it were something truly emotional that you were expected to do, but made you nauseous.

The kiss and the love scene are part of the story that you are telling as an actress, it is something that your character would do at that moment. At some point you have to break free from what you think of others, and what other “maybe” think of you, and move on with your art form. In my opinion, acting is one of the most amazing things to do. It is not something easy, and it is something that includes your personal stamp drawn from your talents.

So there I was on set, wearing a bathrobe and a little rope to cover my “private” parts. Nothing felt covered at all. In fact, I felt more naked and terrified than ever in a real life situation. I had no wine, no good music to share with a date, no spark and no connection. Standing on the opposite side of the set was HIM, who she had to be madly and passionately in love with in just a few moments. She seemed cheerful and her ego was exploding as she took off her robe and flexed her muscles. She dropped to the ground and did push-ups as if her life depended on it. She wanted to show off her pecks and I wanted to throw up on her ego.

The lights on set were bright and flawless as my assistant grabbed my robe, and three makeup artists came running in with powder brushes, fluffing powder onto my skin, tucking the floss further up my butt, and brushing my hair like I wasn’t naked. . “Come on people” was yelled and I handed my script to my assistant, closing my eyes for a moment and letting out the last breath of doubt. I went and got into bed, looked him in the eye and said, “Did you see the spread at the craft services, this time without licorice?” and then we both sat in silence as the team spread out doing individual work, as if we were invisible. It really is a very strange thing. Then everything went quiet, so quiet that I hoped our kissing sounds didn’t sound funny. “Values!” We kiss like two lovers.

We didn’t say as much as one might in a real bedroom, while the mouths were open, I was holding my tongue a bit, then finally moving it forward for the camera to see that this was a “real” kiss. It doesn’t feel as sexy as it sounds. I was aware of the angle the camera was at and acted for that. I visualized from the point of view of the audience and often that puts the actors in tense positions. Like ballet, what seems fluid and natural is actually not. An arch in the back, pointed toes, long fluttering eyelashes, it’s all part of the performance. And there’s nothing sexual about it in real life. Nothing, nothing at all.

We do this same kiss about three times, from about six different angles. Then we sit down and do the B-roll type footage of “running hand up leg” or “passionately scratching back” or “pulling hair” etc. Then there were the angle shots. As we kiss, the director often throws in a word or two to give instructions. Sometimes this is a “Head up higher” or “Stop stealing the light” or “Again, but this time try it the other way around and be more of an animal after 3-point shots.”

The cameramen still had cameras, the lighting guys were still standing by their lights, the makeup team was ready to dust our bare butts, or add erotic sweat (which is a gooey jelly-like substance) and more lipstick. The room is full of onlookers, but no one was gawking, except perhaps the intern at the back of the set. Everyone wants the shot to go well, so they can move on to the next set. It’s like being in the middle of an orgy at a party with no real sex, real vibe, or anything real, including a real couple.

And that was it. That was the scene. There was no fear during the scene, no feeling, no emotion. “Can you do me a favor and pull more to the left when we orgasm together?” she’d say, and he’d respond with “sure, but not too much because I don’t want to get turned on”, and so on. Yes, even he, getting excited, would have come off. It’s just a function of the body during an actor’s scene. We control our functions as best we can, that is our trade. There is no intimacy in the love scenes. Our characters are experiencing intimacy together, the actors can bond because of that, but they’re not having a real intimate moment together like what you see in the movie after editing.

He is professional and requires integrity even on professional sets. It takes respect and dignity to make a scene like this. It takes a real commitment to your role. Doing a love scene is something to be proud of once you’ve competed, and today I’m proud of every single one I’ve done. Even with Mr. Filthy. I’ll admit, he looked great in the movie, and even his beaks looked sexy. After editing this scene was one of the most erotic I’ve ever done. On screen it lasted about thirty seconds, and to make it we spent about two hours changing positions. It’s all smoke and mirrors. It’s a technique, this “love making” business of show business, and we do it all for you, to tell the story, to entertain, to give respect to the characters we’re playing.

Technique of a LOVE SCENE (for actors) by actress Amber Dawn Lee