"Well, here it is."
In the small warehouse not far behind Mitton's Cafe, Murphy interrupted the girl's clumsy performance across the simple desk, "Ms. Stanley, my assistant will notify you of the results of your audition within a week."
"But ..."
That girl didn't die, looked at the old Lynch who was sitting on the sidelines, and summoned up the courage to say, "But ... my performance isn't finished yet."
Murphy couldn't help but pat his head, "I've seen your acting."
After saying that, he gave Jessica Chastain a wink, and the red-haired girl immediately walked over and invited the auditioning girl out of this office.
Just as the girl went out, Old Lynch stood up and opened his mouth to plead for mercy, "Murphy, Kelly Stanley is recognized as the best actress in this piece, are you reconsidering."
"Lynch, you read the script too." Murphy pointed in the direction of the doorway and said in a rather exaggerated manner, "Do you think the male lead would still be interested when he sees her mouthful of buck teeth?"
"This ..." Old Lynch closed his mouth.
To be able to audition for this so-called actress recommended by Old Lynch, Murphy was looking more at the fact that he had lent himself the cafe's separate warehouse as a temporary audition room and larder, otherwise he wouldn't have considered it at all, and like on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, it's impossible for a crew to avoid this or that kind of human relationship.
In the last five days, excluding the preparatory work of coordinating the various departments of the cast and crew, Murphy interviewed dozens of actors, almost all of whom were disillusioned Hollywood muckety-mucks, themselves doubling as waiters, car washers and other messy occupations, and that's okay, the problem is that their auditions were really bad.
Male actors are better, there are a few actors in their thirties more or less some acting skills, can enter the ranks of Murphy's considerations, while the actresses are relatively difficult to find much more, most of the white people are precocious, sixteen or seventeen years old with the body of twenty-something years of age can not see the big difference between the slightest bit of acting in the shape of the conditions are not suitable, the shape of the conditions are suitable for the age of the too young, the acting skills basically can not be talked about.
Although it is always said that the role of the achievement of the actor, but there is no denying that, like Natalie Portman, Kirsten Dunst and Christina Ricci and other small age on the acting skills of actresses, even in Hollywood is a scarce resource.
It was at this point that Murphy realized that Fruit Hard Candy may not be the most suitable choice, and that actors with a unique appearance like Ellen Page are sometimes really unattainable.
Murphy auditioned another girl who worked part-time as an insurance salesman, and when she left, her face showed more or less a hint of disappointment.
Sitting in the warehouse piled with equipment and props, Murphy suddenly realized that his experience was still too lacking, he had thought about all kinds of difficulties before, there were still some things he hadn't considered, and he had seriously underestimated the difficulty of finding the female lead in this movie.
Is it possible to cancel this project? Murphy exhaled heavily, this was simply impossible.
He had already invested tens of thousands of dollars in this project, if he canceled it, the money would be wasted.
Murphy had thought about using makeup and large-scale scenes as an aid to the heroine's performance, but an aid was an aid, and if the other party didn't even meet the requirements for basic acting skills and basic appearance, it wouldn't be able to produce the effect that the movie wanted.
If the female lead is too mature, the indescribable feeling between a loli and a weird uncle will be diluted; if the acting is too bad, it will make people out of the movie in minutes.
"There's one more actor auditioning." Jessica Chastain opened her mouth to remind.
Murphy came back to his senses, there was no turning back on this project, he could only keep going, "Let her in."
Jessica Chastain made a call to the Mittens Café, a waiter would bring the auditioner waiting there, Murphy waited for about five minutes or so, the door to the warehouse was knocked on from the outside, after he said come in a girl pushed the door open and walked in.
Murphy's eyes lit up just as the girl entered the warehouse.
This is a typical white girl, short brownish blonde hair slightly messy covered in a small and delicate head, a pair of large eyes curiously surveyed everything in the warehouse, five feet five inches tall body casually hanging a strip of close-fitting design print dress, behind the back of the back of a black sports bag that is extremely disproportionate to the age.
Looking at the body, it was absolutely no problem to say that this girl was sixteen or seventeen years old, but looking at that soulful baby face, this girl was also thirteen or fourteen years old.
An electric current surged out from Murphy's heart and immediately spread to all his limbs, because he knew very clearly that he had met someone whose appearance conditions could not be more suitable.
This was a realistic replica of the girl in the movie!
Surveying the humble warehouse and looking at the man sitting behind the simple desk, the girl with short, broken hair reached out and scratched her head, she hadn't expected that the information she had jotted down from the actors' union without everyone's knowledge would end up seeing this scene.
Was this an audition or a game?
"Hello, have a seat." Murphy pointed to the chair across from him, and when the girl who was looking around sat down, he introduced himself, "I'm Murphy Stanton, the director and investor of Fruity Hard Candy."
"Oh, hi." The girl's hand rose to her shoulder and swung this way, "I'm Carey Mulligan, an actress."
Hearing the typically British pronunciation, Murphy frowned slightly, "You're British."
"Yes." The girl removed the backpack from her shoulders and placed it at her feet to sit more comfortably, blinking her eyes, "I was born in London, but I live in Los Angeles now and will be staying there for the next few years."
"Ah ...," the girl asked curiously, not waiting for Murphy to speak, "Can you tell what kind of theater it is?"
Murphy looked at her and asked in return, "What kind?"
The girl scratched her head again, she had all performed in her school's theater troupe before, she hadn't come into contact with a formal movie crew, and this time she had also come here without the knowledge of the others, so she simply didn't know exactly what she should ask.
Her bony eyes rolled around for a long while before she said, "For example, the content of this movie you're going to make."
The subject matter of the movie was sensitive, yet there was nothing to hide, and there was no need to delay each other if the other party couldn't accept it, so Murphy directly said, "It can be summarized in a single sentence, a man kills a girl, and the girl's friend tries to avenge her by all means!"
Murphy obviously underestimated the other party's tolerance, and the girl called Carey Mulligan clapped her hands heavily, "Cool! That's so cool! I love this story."
She jumped up from her chair and practically scurried across to Murphy's desk, asking anxiously, "Is there a script? Can I see the script?"
Holding out a hand, Murphy pointed to the chair across from him, and Carey Mulligan followed his finger back and smiled shyly, "Sorry, I got a little excited."
Backing up as she did, she defended herself, "A great actor is always outwardly emotional."
Sitting back in her chair, Carey Mulligan added, "I just thought it was a cool story you were telling and was curious about the specifics."
By now, Murphy had been able to tell that this girl had absolutely no previous experience in auditioning for a role, and that she couldn't be very old, more like a flower raised in a greenhouse full of curiosity about the outside world, with basically no social experience.
"Can I ask ..." he asked tentatively, "How old are you?"
"Sixteen!" Said Carey Mulligan, suddenly dropping her head, seemingly frustrated with her age, "Fifteen and a half to be more exact."
Murphy frowned slightly, sixteen and fifteen and a half were definitely two concepts legally, age seemed to be a problem.
"Is your agent here yet?" He continued, "Or a guardian?"
"I'm here on my own." Carey Mulligan subconsciously straightened her body, "I don't have an agent, I can make my own decisions."
When she finished, she prodded, "Aren't we auditioning?"
Putting the age concerns aside, Murphy crossed his arms and placed them on the table, "Look, perform one of your best scenes."
"A monologue?" Carey Mulligan stood up.
Murphy nodded gently, "A monologue."
The monologue belonged to a more difficult category, Murphy wanted to see if this girl's basic skills were as outstanding as her appearance.
Out of Murphy's expectation, Carey Mulligan almost instantly entered the acting state, and what she acted was not a children's play, but a monologue of Juliet in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.
Watching the performance of the girl diagonally across from her, Jessica Chastain, who was sitting on Murphy's side of the room, was a bit surprised; she had studied theater and knew the difficulty of this section, but the girl's rendition was quite spot on.
Mastery and excellence might not be talked about, but in this age group, it was very rare.
Jessica Chastain glanced at Murphy, who happened to look over as well, knowing that Jessica Chastain was more specialized in acting, and brought a hint of inquiry in her eyes.
Although she was down on the project, Jessica Chastain possessed enough professional ethics to nod gently to Murphy.
Relatively mature figure, beautiful and delicate doll face, coupled with a performance that exceeded the standard line, Murphy initially recognized this girl from England.
Carey Mulligan stopped her performance and patted her doll face, seemingly using this way to get out of character, and only after a while did she look at Murphy, "Did I do okay?"
Instead of answering, Murphy asked, "Do you only know British pronunciation? My character is an American."
This girl was smart and immediately switched to American pronunciation, "I've been in Los Angeles as an exchange student for a long time, how's my LA accent?"
Seeing Murphy nodding slightly, she couldn't help but reveal a cute and playful smile.
"There are a few more questions, they might be a bit sensitive, you can choose not to answer them."
Hearing these words from Murphy, Carey Mulligan instead couldn't wait and said, "Ask, ask, I can't wait."
Murphy coughed lightly and said, "If you met a pedophile . Pedophile, what would you do?"