There was no end to this town, as they stood peering in it. “Too much word play in this script” was the whispered sound from behind the gaffer’s post. That post was well lit, at least. We bought this town, for this film, and can do what we will, was the thought animating the gunman’s eyes.
Those eyes which had seemed dead until this scene. Well, “dead,” he knew, was just a reassuring play of light on a lens. There was a windswept valley, and ridges dark behind that. And some silhouette, maybe an antagonist.
This death scene ran too long; on that they could all agree.
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