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Imagine being Ewan in that scene and having to be all like "damn, Grievous, you fuckin' fine, all real with your tight body and horrific video game CGI. I would totally fight you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fuck another 16 year old in his dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Ewan and not only stand in front of that green screen while Grievous flaunts his disgusting CGI in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing his 200 polygons and 100x100 textures, and just stand there, take after take, hour after hour, while they perfected that CGI. Not only having to tolerate his monstrous fucking visage but Lucas' haughty attitude as everyone on set tells him he's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, CGI LOOKS LIKE *THAT*?? because they're not the ones who have to stand there and watch his mannish fucking CGI face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of Natalie Portman and supermodels and later alleged rape victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Scotland. And then George calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the studio security could put you down, but you stand there and endure, because you're fucking Ewan. You're not going to lose your future acting career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.
