Look.

If you had… one take.

And one cinematographer.

To seize all the Oscars you ever wanted.

Would you make a war film?

Or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.

There’s unusable footage on the hard drive already.

He’s nervous, but Sam Mendes is calm and ready.

Camera’s on, and it’s all so upsetting

No cuts allowed. Whole set’s a mushroom cloud.

The ground’s soakin’ now, actors are chokin’ now

A line was missed, reset, start all over now!

Sam pulls me back to reality, shouts “Deakins you’re my O.G.”

Oh, there goes a lighting rig.

I’m so mad, but not giving up that easy, no

“Reset the shot, we need those Oscar votes!”

It don’t matter, he’s dope, one of the D-P GOATS

He’s Roger fuckin’ Deakins, when he goes back to his mansion, that’s when it’s

Back to the film lab ‘gain for color corrections

Better go capture this next take and hope it gives Mendes erections

You better lose yourself in the shot, ride its flow,

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one take, do not miss your mark on “go!”

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

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