“SILENCE. WRITERS WRITING.”
It’s in the tenderness hidden amidst the sternness of Bill Murray’s voice. It’s in the furrow of Timothée Chalamet’s brow. It’s in the cracks sounding up and down Léa Seydoux’s back as she stretches. It’s in the way Jeffrey Wright crosses his legs as he sits. It’s in the widening of Frances McDormand’s eyes. It’s in the way Saoirse Ronan pulls the trigger.
It’s in the promptness of Mathieu Amalric’s movements. It’s in the way Adrien Brody…