Detroit & OrinWest
You ever think about how a real high speed chase feels versus a staged one? The road is the stage, the car the actor.
Yeah, there’s a razor‑thin line between the two. On the set, the driver’s got a cue card, the camera crew is a step behind, and the stunt double’s there to make it look like you’re on a razor blade while the audience watches. In real life, the car’s breathing on its own, the traffic is a living thing, and every decision feels like a shot in a live show—no second take. One wrong line, and the whole scene collapses. But that’s what makes the thrill so pure, isn’t it? The rush of a genuine chase is the rawest performance you can give, and it’s the kind of scene that makes even the most seasoned actor’s heart race.
Yeah, it’s all about the engine screaming instead of a camera’s click. The only safety net is the road itself—if you hit it, that’s the only take. That’s why I hate sitting on a set. Give me the real throttle and a full street to run it out of the gate.