Then you have the infamously insane director Cecil B. DeMille (not his only appearance on the list, by the way), who had blanks available to him but thought live ammunition looked more realistic. For the 1915 film The Captive, he wanted a scene wherein some soldiers shoot their way through a door with real bullets, because it would look cool as hell. Then for the next scene, they were to rush inside and continue the shootout with blanks. Want to guess what happened?
In the decades to come, “squibs” to simulate bullet strikes were around but still expensive, and action movies began to run ads boasting that they’d used real bullets, the same way Tom Cruise movies now go on and on about how he does his own stunts. The studios would hire marksmen, and they’d have to carefully plan shots so that actors weren’t at risk even from a ricochet.
In William Wellman’s 1931 gangster film The Public Enemy, James Cagney (and everyone else on set) swears they shot up this corner a split second after he ducked around it …even though it seems like they could have easily created the effect with a clever edit.
A few years later, Cagney was nearly shot on the set of the movie Taxi! and declared he wouldn’t work with live ammo ever again (he later helped found the Screen Actors Guild, which among other things cemented actors’ rights to not be literally fucking shot at during productions).
What kills me here is that Cas so obviously ISN’T pleading for his life. The angel who risked EVERYTHING for one human, who turned his back on his own brothers and sisters, knowing perfectly well he would be hunted for it, and possibly killed, pleading to the one person he loves the most for his life? No, I can’t even begin to describe how out of character that would be.
No, he’s pleading for Dean. For Dean not to go on down this path, not to become the monster he would hate to be. It’s not too late, Cas is saying, please realise that even if you kill me, it’s not too late and it’s not your fault.
The even if you kill me, I’ll still love you is so obvious here, it’s in the way Cas doesn’t fight back, not even to just stop Dean long enough to get somewhere safe, it’s in the way he’s willing to die by the hand of the person he loves, and yet the only thing he cares about is pleading for Dean. Not for himself, but for Dean to know he can still fight it.
It’s not please don’t kill me.
It’s please don’t let the mark turn you into someone you would not recognize. It’s not too late. I love you.