WHEN HE GETS TO VICTOR’S house, Alex realizes this day is going to be much, much worse than he imagined. Victor’s going to shoot it himself on a hand-held high-def camera. The footage that James eventually sees for the first time when he shows it on air will be as unproduced as it’s possible to be and have audiences accept it.
“Look, even rebels and terrorists know how to color correct these days,” Victor says with a casual wave of his hand.
When the makeup artist starts working on his makeup — bruises and cuts and worse — Alex asks if she really needs the mirror.
“You don’t want to see?” she asks. Normally Alex loves this stuff. After all, this was the side of the camera, the production of illusion, he had always meant to be on.
He shakes his head. “Not this time.” Zach wouldn’t have
