And then, toward the end of shooting, after a long day of emotional scene work, I was in my dressing room getting ready to go home when Max knocked on my door. “Hey,” I said. “What’s on your mind?” He looked at me with consideration and then took a seat. I remained standing, committed to leaving. “I think, Evelyn, we have something to think about.” “We do?” “The love scene is next week.” “Tm aware.” “This movie, it is almost done.” “Yes.” “And I think it is missing something.” “Like what?” “I think that the viewer needs to understand the raw magnetism of Patricia and Mark’s attraction.” “I agree. That’s why I agreed to really show my breasts. You’re getting what no other filmmaker, including yourself, has ever gotten from me before. I’d think you’d be thrilled.” “Yes, of course, I am, but I think we need to show that Patricia is a woman who takes what she wants, who delights in the sins of the flesh. She is, right now, such a martyr. She is a saint, helping Mark all through the film, standing by him.” “Right, because of how much she loves him.” “Yes, but we also need to see why she loves him. What does he give to her, what does she get from him?” “What are you getting at?” “IT want us to shoot something almost no one does.” “Which is?” “I want to show you screwing because you love it.” His eyes were wide and excited. He was creatively enthralled. I always knew Max was a