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  • December 10, 2009

    A Scouting Life: A Surprise Request

    by Sam Hutchins

    I took my time getting to the office the next morning. Work had been a seven-day-a-week affair for the last couple months, so I figured I could ease up a little. Anyway, the project was clearly falling apart. Why continue beating myself up if I didn’t have to. Instead I savored the feeling of waking up in my own bed, in my city, home again at last.

    The office was indeed quiet. Many years in the business had conditioned me to be up and at it very early in the day. The Chinese contingent worked extremely hard, harder than most I have known. They started later in the day, however, usually appearing around ten in the morning while in New York. I had grown accustomed to having the office to myself for the first few hours. This first day back the office was still quiet as lunchtime crept up on me.

    There was certainly no lack of work to be done so I went right at it. I had thousands of photos to edit and file, notebooks to transcribe, etc. This was happening just before mobile GPS units came to be commonly used, so I had done it all the old fashioned way. Navigation had been by paper map and logs had been handwritten in a notebook, usually while driving 90 mph as Darius fiddled with the iPod and Stephane found some new way to bother me from the back seat. I had plenty of organizing to do.

    In time my friend Carol, the UPM who had brought me on to the project, arrived and asked to speak to me. She confirmed my suspicions that the project was indeed floundering. She also told me that she was leaving to start something else, a film that had its financing firmly in place. I expressed my regrets but knew it was for the best. She is extremely talented, and part of her job as a production manager is to be very practical about making the film. Every aspect of how we were making this movie was ass-backwards and she had never been fully comfortable with their process. She was pretty much convinced that these guys were all bullshit artists of the first magnitude and gladly left the project.

    I could see her point to an extent. Typically on a film you avoid spending money as long as possible while working out the details. The closer you are to having a locked script, budget and schedule the better off you are. We had nothing of the sort. Hell, we had no more than the vaguest idea as to the story we were telling. Nonetheless we had spent a six-figure sum travelling cross-country while Kar Wai wrapped his head around it all. We were not approaching this with any sort of logic or reason. Kar Wai makes movies much like John Coltrane performs his compositions. A thrilling journey to be sure, but not one everyone cares to take.

    The quiet lasted for several days. I was largely alone in the office, organizing the wreckage. I saw almost nothing of Kar Wai during this time. He was sequestered in his hotel, still writing by all accounts. Every so often he would appear in the office for a meeting with a potential financier. These meetings were all held behind closed doors and in great secrecy so I was in the dark. Darius was back in Paris visiting his family, and Stephane’s rare visits to the office were my only connection to the inner circle surrounding Kar Wai.

    I was packing to leave one evening when Stephane called me over to his desk.

    “Sam, Kar Wai wants a favor from you.”

    “Of course, what can I do?”

    “No one can know this, but he has a script he has written for this. He would like you to look it over and give your opinion. He mainly wants to know if the dialogue sounds right, but you should give any other notes you have on the story as well.”

    Interesting on so many levels. First of all, a script? What the hell? Kar Wai legendarily does not use scripts, so that was a shock. Also, it appears we are moving forward. I had been convinced the axe was going to fall any day and we were abandoning the project, so this was news as well. Most of all, though, I was beyond flattered to be asked for notes. My hero wanted my creative input? Very little could have happened that would make me happier. I sat down at my laptop to see what he had written with great anticipation.



    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.

  • December 8, 2009

    A Scouting Life: The Date from a Bad Movie

    by Sam Hutchins

    The three of us ducked across the street to grab a steak at Morton’s. The place was empty aside from our table. I couldn’t really get too involved in dinner as I was waiting for the waitress to call. Darius and Kar Wai seemed giddy with the prospects the evening presented. How perverse.

    “So where will you take her?”

    “Probably the Harbor Inn. We saw it earlier, over by the shipyard.”

    “Okay, how long til you get back? When should we go to your room?”

    “I don’t know, an hour?”

    “Good. Leave a key at the desk in my name, then make lots of noise when you bring her back so we have time to hide.”

    “Yeah, sure, OK.”

    They really meant to go through with this. Creepy. Thankfully it wasn’t long before she called and told me to meet her on a corner a few blocks away. I made my exit with promises to leave a room key at the front desk. Of course I did nothing of the sort. I went around the hotel instead of through it, heading directly to her car.

    As soon as I got in I realized what a dreadful mistake I had made. The car was piled with fast food wrappers, dirty clothes, empty beer bottles and all manner of garbage. She apologized and we gathered the detritus and shoved it into the back seat together. As we did I noticed the child seat in back. This was just getting better and better.

    “Sorry, hon, the heat doesn’t work too well. Bundle up.”

    Ugh. We drove down to the Harbor Inn but it was closed, locked up tighter than a drum. We could see a brightly lit faux-Irish bar down the block so we drove over to it. At this point I wanted nothing more than to go back to my bed. Alone. I shivered as she pulled up in front of the pub. What the hell, it can’t get any worse, why not? Leaning over I turned her face to me and went in for the kiss. She pushed me away.

    “I’m not that type of girl. We just met. Let’s have a beer and get to know each other. But you should know that we’re definitely not screwing around tonight.”

    And I had thought it couldn’t get any worse. We sat through a couple pints as she prattled on endlessly about her ex-husband who was in and out of jail as she struggled to raise her son. Apparently his greatest act as a father had been to buy the little tyke a motorcycle jacket. If the sometime convict had walked in on us drinking and shot me dead in a jealous rage it would have been a mercy killing. She wasn’t a bad person, just terribly uninteresting and overly self-involved. The disconnect between fantasy and reality can be jarring at times like this. Darius and Kar Wai were the lucky ones. They got to stay back in their warm hotel beds imagining the wild sexy hijinks I was up to. I instead sat in a cold, deserted bar listening to an unending monologue consisting of day care schedules, gripes about work as a cocktail waitress and longing for the convict father of her child. This really had nothing to do with making movies.

    Over breakfast the next morning Darius and Kar Wai pressed me for details. The more I insisted nothing had happened the bigger their grins grew.

    “Yes, a gentleman does not tell,” said Darius “But was she kinky?”

    They convinced themselves some wild evening had taken place and no amount of denial on my part was going to change that. At least it gave us a few laughs over breakfast. The distraction was welcome, as I was pretty sure the film was dead and we were just cleaning up the mess. Based on a favorable forecast we made our way back to New York City.

    Eight hours of driving in near silence. Kar Wai did as was his wont, gazing off at a point in the distance and disappearing in his own thoughts. Darius mainly slept. I was just getting accustomed to Kar Wai’s odd ways and wanted more time travelling with him. He would initiate conversations, ask you a detailed question, then something would catch his attention and he would just check out. It happened several times like that. Mid sentence you would realize he wasn’t hearing a word you were saying to him. An hour or a day later he would resume the conversation exactly where you left off, as though not a moment had passed. I wondered what was going on behind those glasses and wanted to find out.

    Returning home was an odd feeling; it seemed so abrupt. After all those wide-open spaces and infinite possibilities I was suddenly fighting traffic by Ground Zero and planning to wrap up the job. I dropped the guys off at their hotel with brusque goodbyes and drove to Hertz. I had to explain how a car we were supposed to return in Phoenix a month ago wound up in Greenwich Village with me at that moment. I still wasn’t quite sure myself.



    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.

  • December 7, 2009

    Best Movies by Farr: Lee J. Cobb

    by John Farr

    John Farr recommends three films featuring the inimitable Lee J. Cobb.

    Anna and the King of Siam (1946)


    The true story of an Englishwoman who tutored the King Of Siam’s large family in the mid-19th century, the film traces the unusual relationship that evolves between principled teacher Anna (Irene Dunne), and the irascible but not unkind King (Rex Harrison).


    This sumptuous film boasts gorgeous sets, a clever, touching script, and charismatic playing from stars Harrison and Dunne. Also check out young Cobb in an unusual character role. Well-paced and richly rewarding.

    12 Angry Men (1957)


    A young man is accused of murder, and as the jury deliberates on a verdict, only one juror (Peter Fonda) holds out for acquittal, causing frustration among the majority. The advocate for reasonable doubt gets under the skin of one particular juror (Lee J. Cobb), whose belief in the man’s guilt is tinged with an underlying anger. As deliberations continue, the pendulum gradually begins to move in the other direction. Still, reaching a unanimous verdict will pose an enormous challenge.


    Sidney Lumet’s first feature film is a spare, powerful human drama of the first order. Fonda has never been better as the voice of reason, and his fellow jurors are played by some of the best character actors of the day, including Jack Warden, E.G Marshall, Martin Balsam, and Jack Klugman. Finally, as Fonda’s nemesis, Cobb projects the savage fury of a man too often wronged, a victim of his own blinding ignorance. A big triumph made on a small budget.

    The Three Faces of Eve (1957)


    Narrated by Alistair Cooke in a pseudo-documentary style, film tells the story of Eve White (Joanne Woodward), a Georgia housewife who visits psychiatrist Dr. Luther (Lee J. Cobb) to seek treatment for headaches and blackouts. Her husband, Ralph (David Wayne), thinks Eve’s faking her ills, but the shrink soon discovers she has multiple-personality disorder, and begins a variety of therapies to merge her three “faces.”


    Based on an actual case, “Eve” is a distant precursor to the TV drama “Sybil” (also featuring Joanne Woodward) and broke new ground in Hollywood’s treatment of mental illness, while also taking a hard look at prescribed gender roles for women in the 1950s. Few actresses have made a more impressive acting debut than Woodward, starring opposite veteran Cobb, especially since she had three roles to juggle: a dowdy Southern housewife, a libertine, and a pragmatic, cultured woman. She brought off this complex, nuanced characterization with such finesse that she walked away with a Best Actress Oscar.

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  • December 7, 2009

    Best Movies by Farr: Movies about Music

    by John Farr

    John Farr recommends movies about music and musicians.

    Amadeus (1984)


    Told in flashback by aged 18th-century Viennese composer Salieri (F. Murray Abraham), now confined to an asylum, this drama unveils the rivalry that developed 30 years before between Salieri and 26-year-old music prodigy Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Tom Hulce), who quickly gains the favor of Joseph II of Austria (Jeffrey Jones). Livid that a vulgar, silly man could be blessed with such talent, the jealous Salieri plots a foolproof way to destroy the gifted composer.


    A marvelously acted, flawlessly directed story about jealousy, obsession, and perfectionism, Forman’s stunning “Amadeus” mixes suspenseful drama with historical fact to create a winning fictional biography. The lead actors inhabit their roles with gusto, with Hulce’s crass talent playing off Abraham’s guileful Salieri with great results. Neville Marriner brings Mozart’s music to vigorous life. Winning Oscars for Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Actor (Abraham), “Amadeus” is a triumph that will delight anyone with a soft spot for cracked genius.

    Shine (1996)


    True story of piano prodigy David Helfgott (Geoffrey Rush), whose abuse suffered at the hands of his disturbed, exacting father (Armin Mueller-Stahl) only aggravates a precarious emotional state. Eventually, his affliction catches up with a promising concert career, but David has unexpected reserves that eventually allow him to find a fulfilling life-and even love.


    Involving, stunningly executed feature benefits from a smart, knowing script and an astonishing, Oscar winning performance by Rush as the adult David. (Noah Taylor also excels playing Helfgott as an adolescent). Mueller-Stahl makes your skin crawl as the haunted father. An often harrowing tale that ends on an uplifting, inspirational note.

    Almost Famous (2000)


    Against the wishes of wary mother Elaine (Frances McDormand), aspiring teenage music journalist William (Fugit) takes a plum assignment from Rolling Stone to cover the latest tour of his favorite rock band, Stillwater. On the road, 15-year-old William befriends lead guitarist Russell (Billy Crudup), who keeps promising him a juicy interview, and falls for “band aid” (i.e. groupie) Penny Lane (Kate Hudson), who’s barely older than William himself.


    Set in the early 1970s, and based on actual events in the life of writer-director Cameron Crowe – once an underage Rolling Stone scribe himself – “Almost Famous” is a beautifully observed coming-of-age drama that captures the spirit of an era with soulful warmth and bittersweet insight. Crudup, McDormand, Hudson, and wide-eyed newcomer Fugit all deliver vivid, well-rounded performances, while a brief early appearance by Philip Seymour Hoffman as real-life gonzo critic Lester Bangs remains indelible. Crowe’s songs of innocence and experience will rock your world.

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  • December 4, 2009

    A Scouting Life: A Private Movie

    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.



    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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