Tag Archives: Film

Filming

17 Jun

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Last Friday I was invited to a gig in the Hollywood Hills. My Dad is an actor, so I’m privy to some fun stuff if I can get some time off my amazingly boring job. Since I never get sick, and barely take vacation, I’ve racked up quite a few hours of PTO; so here I was Friday afternoon, with nothing but some spare time and an invitation to Molly Sims house. Photobucket
Model/Actress Molly Sims. Noted for her Sports Illustrated appearances and star of ‘Las Vegas’ as Delinda Deline.

I can tell you only that what was being filmed was a short, meant to make fun of its actors, and while the actors proceeded to do their bit, I watched behind the scenes.   I played with Sims dogs, Chloe and Bubette, watched the action from just behind the director, stood in for Molly, chatted with the crew, and generally admired her beautiful home.   Molly seems to be both well-read and an avid art collector.   She certainly had fun playing up her part while filming.   She is as stunning as you can imagine in person.  All tan and blond and 5′ 9″.

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Four hours later (which is remarkable for one scene) – start, stop, start, stop, this angle, that angle – all the actors were done with their scene and we said our goodbyes.  The day was in the throes of California’s June Gloom, and with the cool weather, it was perfect for a beer on a patio.    So it was.

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Daily Photo: Saturday Premiere

31 May

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Be Mine

14 May

Scented nights and days…

Audrey Tautou and Chanel No. 5 find their lost love.

Chanel No. 5: Film, Story, Behind The Scenes

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Arrow This Way

24 Mar

If you see this sort of sign around L.A., follow it to a catered lunch. Because this particular sign points you in the direction of a film set in town. The actors, the trailers, the movable toilets, the trays of munchies. It’ll be there.

Watchmen

17 Mar

Back at the Arclight for an evening movie…

I am always amazed at how small actors really are. They look statuesque on the screen, their costumes so perfectly matched to their form. For a movie like Watchmen, they appear godlike – each wrinkle ironed out, freely moving in latex and hard plastic. But these forms were human, Silk Spectre quite petite.

These costumes felt as they looked. Hardly wearable. I am disappointed that the visuals of Watchmen, which were spectacular, were overshadowed by it’s terrible plotline.

Sorry it’s so fuzzy…



Hello, He Lied

9 Feb
Recommendinnnnnnnggggggggggg……If only Lynda Obst had been my mentor……I am the bright foreign exchange student. A truly relevant piece of non-fiction and a great introduction into the minds of Angelenos in the business of film & fashion.

Late Night Theatre

14 Jun

Boom! Pfizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Whiz! are the sounds of streamers exploding around me in the dark.  I sit with 10 others in a diminutive theater as a man playing an organ, as if in an old western, slowly descends into the floor of the stage in front of us. The music, the soundtrack to a full length feature drama, swells and lights flicker in the displays on either side of the stage, highlighting the faces of plaster cast replicas of characters from Narnia. The organ player drops completely out of sight, and the heavy velvet curtain is quickly pulled upward as previously obscured stage props, in the form of a thick forest overgrown with moss, appear.

The stage ignites and theatrics ensue with the appearance of a man in knightly costume who mysteriously appears, leaps onto a stone wall and draws his sword. He rushes around the scene, he is alone and in search of something. Suddenly, the denouement erupts in a dramatic fury of his arm as he brings his drawn sword upward and points at a floating stone that says ‘NARNIA.’ The lights dim and the feature presentation begins.

This is the opening scene for the movie <em>The Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian </em>at El Capitan Theatre. The place is a merry go round of Disney infused aspiration. Props displayed everywhere, walls covered with fake brick walls, synthetic moss leaking out of cracks, large signs with chalk-written directions pointing the way, and a low ceiling to consummate the cozy atmosphere; all with the intent to take you to an imaginary place once you’ve stepped inside. I can see why El Capitan draws the under 10 crowd. At first, I thought my hubby and I had bought tickets for a play, instead of the feature length film. </p>El Capitan is across from Grauman’s Chinese Theater, a perfect pit stop for entertaining tiny adults and their older counterparts in need of a rest. The theater only showcases one feature at a time, with accessories to match and smiling staff to point the way to your velvet covered seat. Their particular presentation effectuates a riveting cinematic adventure by providing its viewer with a sensory experience and hopefully, a story to tell your friends.

When I leave at 2 o’clock in the morning with the other theater patrons, I am greeted with a waving white-gloved hand and a cheerful ‘goodbye.’ Steadfast to the end, the staff acts out an exquisite bravura conclusion to the nights performance.

Roll Credits

1 Apr

A unique L.A. phenomenon: Unlike the rest of the country, much of L.A.’s movie audiences sit through the closing credits; I’m not in the biz, so this stand-still simply gives me time to get out of the parking lot before the masses head out and create a painful parking lot traffic jam.

An LA Observer shows us what’s up: “In L.A., a movie isn’t over at the fadeout; we want to see who was the best boy, who stood in for Julia Roberts and who got the catering gig. For Angelenos, the movie isn’t over until the Dolby Sound System logo has appeared, and the house lights have come on.

I used to believe L.A. movie crowds watch the credits with as much interest as the story action because they want to see how many people they know making below-the-line appearances. To recognize names, to claim relationships, is a gauge of professional status in an industry town; it’s a competition as much as a curiosity satisfier.”

It machine never stops.