Chapter 95: Good News
"Smith, you're facing an alien who has invaded Earth and just killed your comrade-in-arms."
Sitting behind the monitor after Will Smith finished his scene, Duke frowned slightly. The future superstar's acting was genuinely terrible. "You've captured the alien. Please show the appropriate emotion."
If he couldn't even handle basic comedy, they would have to find someone else.
Fortunately, black actors naturally didn't lack a sense of humor, or perhaps it was his instinct as a hip-hop singer. Will Smith gathered himself for a moment, kicked the empty air in front of him a few times, and let out a bizarre yell. "You want to invade Earth? You think you're invincible, huh?"
"Come on! Come on!"
Just like before, his expressions were incredibly exaggerated and his performance clearly over the top, but it was perfect for a scene like this.
When Will Smith finished, Duke nodded to the casting director, Thomson. Thomson promised to notify the actor as soon as possible, bringing his audition to a close.
Stepping out of the audition room, Will Smith felt entirely unsure of himself. Although he wanted to transition into film, he knew his acting was honestly lacking. But he hadn't given up. He huddled with his agent to discuss their strategy. This movie was incredibly important to him. It was the latest major production from the famous commercial director Duke Rosenberg, and many media outlets already considered it a highly anticipated blockbuster for next year's Summer Season. If he could kick off his film career with a massive hit, his future path would undoubtedly be much smoother.
That destruction-crazed director's films had already propelled Keanu Reeves, Uma Thurman, and Christopher Lee to stardom. Will Smith knew very well that countless actors and actresses, desperate for a big break, were dying to hitch a ride on Duke's coattails.