The star of the film told the writer – in a brief moment of tension; just before a main take – how great the book was. The writer agreed, flashed a nervous smile and added how pleased he was with the filming of his book. He added that he would sign a copy of the book for the young actor. The young actor smirked, concentrating on his upcoming scene – and in true throwaway style replied that he would sign his wig for the author. There passed between them an odd moment of silence [dramatic music framed the pause]. The writer looked away from the actor and rolled his eyes, possibly wondering at the significance of the wig comment. After all, the writer was bald – and had been bold to go on about his own work while the actor sat still preparing for his [cue: music of a whimsical nature]. Or possibly, the writer had only just become aware of the fact that a camera had caught this moment on tape. The young actor (half the writer’s age) wore his smirk a while longer, possibly thinking of what a great bit of dialogue that could have been for the finished film. The director was nowhere to be seen – and had already stretched the shoot over time. And over budget. [Not To Mention The Price Of The Orchestra].