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A Private Movie

December 4, 2009

by Sam Hutchins

We woke up the next morning to find Cleveland absolutely buried in snow. We returned to the flats, exploring some more of the areas immediately around the old factories. Kar Wai really did love the visuals the area offered us. This made me quite happy, as we were returning to the site of many of my youthful indiscretions. Kar Wai has elements of the instigator, voyeur and provocateur in him as most film directors do. He clearly enjoyed hearing stories of my misbehavior and I had plenty to share. I pointed out a few of the punk clubs where I had spent my adolescence drinking underage and attempting to get over on goth chicks.

The snow was fairly heavy on the ground and we were moving slow. Tuning in to the forecast we heard that a front was coming in rapidly and driving out of town that evening would be difficult. For the first time we really suffered for Stephane’s absence. For all his difficulties he was at heart a good guy, and the one voice that Kar Wai always listened to. Stephane was typically the one who decided when to stick around and when to leave. As our journey had no real plan I would typically provide a few options for our next destination, Stephane would advocate one and Kar Wai would agree. Without him it became a true group discussion.

Ultimately we decided to ride the storm out in Cleveland. We all liked the hotel, I knew my way around, and there was no need to drive through a blizzard. We made the decision over dim sum in one of my stepmother’s favorite restaurants. Kar Wai very graciously asked me to invite my parents but by the time I reached them Dad was already out fishing so the three of us went it alone. Despite eating Chinese a little too frequently for my liking, eating it with Kar Wai was a unique experience. We wound up massively over-ordering every bun, dumpling and noodle in the place as Kar Wai got rather expansive. Followed up the dim sum with a whole steamed bass and some beers as he opened up about his family. He told of the joy in having his son, who he named “Whale” after having a dream about one the night before his birth.

The day slipped into an odd feeling of limbo. No one was discussing whatever problem it was that had taken Stephane from us but it was obviously financial in nature. Normally we ate rapidly and resumed scouting, but this day we lingered. The storm was moving in quickly and the world in and around us felt a little empty. It seemed our long journey may be coming to an end, and that it may have been for naught. We returned to the Renaissance instead of scouting further and settled in to while away the afternoon in the lobby bar. Earlier in the trip Darius and Stephane had gone to great pains to point out that the journey itself was as important as the destination. That evening in the bar certainly made their point. The three of us had the bar to ourselves. We sat and slowly drank the day away, watching the snow fall on downtown Cleveland. We talked movies, books, love and life.

Both Kar Wai and Darius are happily married and have children. That doesn’t mean they don’t appreciate a pretty woman, however. The waitress was exactly that. A buxom redhead, she caught all of our eyes as she passed back and forth serving the few other customers out in the lobby. It wasn’t long before Kar Wai started egging me on, challenging me to try picking her up. He really was devilish at times. I wasn’t rising to the bait until Darius chimed in, stating that he didn’t believe I could do it anyway. The two of them began discussing the terms of a possible bet. I was so very, very tired from the trip and slightly uncomfortable with the direction things were going. I decided to put an end to this the most direct way. Catching the waitresses attention, I waved her over to my side.

“Excuse me, miss, but I’ve been on the road with these two guys for weeks scouting a movie. It’s been a long time since I spent any time with a pretty woman. Any chance you and I could grab a quiet drink somewhere when your shift is over? I just want to have a nice chat. I’d enjoy your company.”

“Sure, that would be great. Only thing is we aren’t allowed to date customers. Slip me your number and I’ll call you when I’m done. Should be about an hour.”

I turned back to my companions. Darius was still proposing possible bets but Kar Wai had seen what just happened.

“Nice work, Sam,” smiled Kar Wai.

“What did you say? What did she say?” asked Darius. So indicative of the man he is. Darius is like that funny uncle who is always a step behind. “What are you going to do?”

“We’ll just grab a drink somewhere.”

“You know what you should do? Just take her to your room. We’ll hide in the closet and watch.”

Darius was kidding, but not really.

“Yes, that would be funny. We could take pictures.”

Wow, Kar Wai, too?

They went back and forth with it for a while, and I really think they were serious. They started laying out elaborate plans to watch, and even photograph us, secretly. Some combination of the booze, the weather, the job seemingly collapsing and no small measure of inherent perversity was taking things in a very strange direction. I did my best to treat it all as a joke but I wasn’t getting off the hook that easily. What to do? I sipped my whiskey as two brilliant filmmakers discussed the logistics of me and the waitress starring in a private movie.

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STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF THE SCOUTING LIFE.

Sam Hutchins has been working in film production for twenty years. He started as overnight security on the set of “Working Girl” while attending film school at NYU. Since 1995 he has been a location manager for some of the top names in the business. He’ll be blogging from a unique insider’s perspective on the filmmaking process, as well as speaking to his colleagues in the production community to share their experiences with you.

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