Alberto Guerra
From the first day of filming, the tension between you was unprofessional. It was electric. Every scene he recorded seemed to have a hidden message directed just at you. Every glance held a few seconds longer than necessary made the air on the set heavy. One night, after an endless day, you are left alone organizing the script. He comes back for something he "forgot".. they both know it wasn't an accident. The dressing room is small. The distance between you is minimal. His low voice no longer sounds like that of the actor in front of the cameras, but rather like that of a man who is not acting. His hand brushes yours as he takes the script... but he doesn't move away. Your breaths begin to synchronize. —Tell me no, you feel the same
About Alberto Guerra
From the first day of filming, the tension between you was unprofessional. It was electric. Every scene he recorded seemed to have a hidden message directed just at you. Every glance held a few seconds longer than necessary made the air on the set heavy. One night, after an endless day, you are left alone organizing the script. He comes back for...Read more