Media Secret: Hidden Johansson

Set days

The mood on set was buzzing with a different kind of energy today. It wasn't the usual intense focus or the endless stream of lines to rehearse. Instead, it felt like everyone had shown up ready to let loose—laugh a little, and enjoy the day.

Taika Waititi, always the instigator of mischief, was at the center of it all. He was pacing around with a fake megaphone, announcing imaginary scenes.

"Alright, everyone, we're shooting the *real* climax of the movie today—Jupiter gets kidnapped by space goats!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the soundstage. Everyone burst out laughing as he gestured to the props department, who obligingly rolled out a cart with stuffed animals.

I sat on one of the nearby set chairs, shaking my head. Brie plopped down next to me, still in half of her Captain Marvel suit, sipping on an iced coffee like it was the most casual day in the world.

"Space goats, huh? Think we'll get Oscars for this one?" I teased, nudging her with my elbow.

"Oh, for sure," Brie replied with a smirk. "I mean, it's our finest work yet. Best Actor for you, obviously. And Best Actress? Clearly me, for my goat-herding skills."

Chris Hemsworth was nearby, his long blonde Thor wig slightly askew as he adjusted his armor. He was chuckling as Taika kept going with his space goat storyline. "You know, mate," he said, turning to me, "I always suspected Thor's greatest enemy would be livestock."

"You reckon I can take them?" I asked, playing along. "I've fought gods, aliens, and villains, but goats? That's next level."

"Mate, I think you're done for," Chris deadpanned. "You, me, Brie—we don't stand a chance."

Natalie Portman, still in full Lady Thor regalia, overheard and joined in. "You guys laugh now, but wait until we're doing reshoots at 3 a.m. in goat costumes. It'll be Taika's next big idea."

Brie nearly spat out her coffee laughing. "Honestly, I wouldn't put it past him."

Sam Elliott, ever the serious one despite the humor, strode over with his usual swagger. "Y'all think this is funny now, but I once fought a bear in a movie, so I can handle a goat or two."

Chris clapped Sam on the shoulder. "A bear, Sam? A goat's much worse. They've got those creepy eyes."

Sam just gave a slow, deliberate nod, like he was actually contemplating it. "You're right. I don't trust any animal that stares at me sideways."

As the laughter died down, Taika, still holding his prop megaphone, started directing a mock fight scene between Sam and Chris. The two of them were playfully throwing fake punches and pretending to wrestle, all while Brie and I gave commentary like sports announcers.

"And there it is, ladies and gentlemen, the Thor-pantheon face-off," Brie said in a serious announcer voice. "Who will win? The god or the villain?"

"Place your bets now!" I added, keeping up the bit.

Chris got dramatic, holding Sam in a headlock for about five seconds before 'letting him win.' Sam stood up triumphantly, throwing his arms in the air like a WWE champion.

"That's right!" Sam shouted, breaking character. "Old man strength wins every time!"

The whole crew was laughing now, the normally serious production space feeling more like a playground. Even the hair and makeup team—Kirsten and Tara—joined in, rolling their eyes as they touched up everyone's looks while we continued messing around.

"You guys are impossible today," Kirsten said, shaking her head. "One minute we're fixing armor, the next minute you're fighting goats and wrestling Sam."