Georgina Spelvin -1973- | Inside

Tonight is the night they film the "audition" scene in Hell. But first, Georgina has to find Miss Jones.

The year is 1973. The smell of stale coffee and Aqua Net hairspray clings to the air of the cramped Manhattan apartment. Outside, the city is bankrupt, grimy, and humming with a desperate kind of energy. Inside, a woman who calls herself Georgina Spelvin stares at her own reflection in a chipped hand-mirror. She is looking for someone else. Inside Georgina Spelvin -1973-

She lets the camera see the moment Miss Jones realizes she has won the battle and lost the war. She has all the sensation she craved, but no soul left to feel it. In those eyes is the horror of absolute, sterile freedom. Tonight is the night they film the "audition" scene in Hell

She closes her eyes. The city noise fades. She digs into the quiet, bruised part of herself—the part that remembers the loneliness of a touring company hotel room, the polite rejection of a Broadway producer who said she had "a dancer's body but a thinker's face." The part that felt invisible even when she was naked on a stage in front of two hundred men. That was the seed of Miss Jones. Not a sinner, not a nymphomaniac. Just a woman so tired of being a spectator in her own life that she was willing to burn it all down just to feel something definitive. The smell of stale coffee and Aqua Net

The script is open on the table: The Devil in Miss Jones . On paper, it’s just a series of scenes, a blunt allegory about a woman who suicides into damnation only to find her idea of hell is a perverse form of earthly freedom. But Georgina, born Shelley to a Boston family that spoke in hushed, tight-lipped tones, understands the subtext. She has always understood the secret rooms inside people.

"Cut," Damiano says. His voice is soft.

They wanted a porn star. They got a dancer, a theater kid from the chorus of Hello, Dolly! , a woman in her late thirties who had already lived three lives. The director, Gerard Damiano, saw something else in her during the audition. "You're not just performing the act," he had said, squinting through a cloud of cigarette smoke. "You're performing the character performing the act. It's three layers deep."