The film set's tension isn't just on screen. As the director calls "cut," he turns to his leading lady, his eyes filled with a hunger that has nothing to do with the script. She responds, her gaze smoldering as they lock the door, the crew none the wiser. He pushes her against the cold, hard camera lens, her breath ragged as he hikes up her skirt, the sound of her panties ripping echoing like a clapperboard. He enters her roughly, the passion as intense as the shoot, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that would make the best editors proud.