Lewis Pullman was not going to be the one to fuck this up. He knew how much was riding on this scene—how much of the indie film’s approximately $10 million budget had been devoted to setting a massive wooden building on fire. But as he knelt in the mud on the Budapest set of The Testament of Ann Lee, pretending to sustain a brutal lashing as flames erupted behind him, his back pad slipped out of place.
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