I got very little sleep my last two nights in New York, then took a red-eye to London where a 10 hour layover gave me the chance to get three hours sleep at an airport hotel before catching a 3 ½ hour flight to…
Where I am now. (You see, we all sign an NDA - non-disclosure agreement - which, in my position, I have to take seriously. Even if no one else does.) Let’s just say I’m on an island. Nine time zones from home.
What makes all this body abuse (and nuclear secrecy) worthwhile?
The excitement of the circus tent going up: running into old workmates in the production office, in the halls of hotels, at tables in restaurants. Catching up briefly before the conversation turns to the job we’re all here for. Big job. Challenging job. How’s the family? How’s your hotel room? Looks like an ambitious schedule. You didn’t know we were working six-day weeks? She’s great, I worked with her on…
There are people who have been hoisting canvas here for a year or more; others who only flew in yesterday. They came from everywhere: Italy, Ireland, the UK, Germany, North Africa, Asia, Australia and, of course, America. The best film technicians and craftsmen in the world, noted artists in their own field. And a few novices who caught a break.
I arrived two – or was it three? – days ago to deal with press and public relations requests that had been coming in from this and two other countries where we’ll be filming. Plunged right into the action. Fatigue gave way to adrenaline.
I have to get up in six hours and I’m still on a cuckoo body clock. But my final thoughts of the evening play over Billy Joel’s Say Goodbye to Hollywood.
One thought superintends: what a lucky old hippie I am.
We start filming tomorrow.
Anything and Everything that has Nothing to Do with the Movies
Sometimes, we go to a movie to get away from the world and sometimes we go to see what’s going on in the world. This blog will offer comments on the world, the movies and their occasional overlap.