Phil: Pretty strong meat there from Longueur who is saying, of course,
that ultimately materialism, in this case the Webb's Wonder
lettuce, must destroy us all. That was for O. Simon, K. Simon,
P. Simon and'R. Sparrow of Leicester. Later on, we're going to
take a look at John Wayne's latest movie, 'Buckets of Blood
Pouring Out of People's Heads' but now we look ahead. On
Tuesday Chris Conger took a BBC film unit to the location where
20th Century Vole are shooting their latest epic 'Scott of the
Antarctic'.
(Chris Conger standing with back to pier and a few holidaymakers behind him.)
Conger: Sea, sand and sunshine make Paignton the queen of
the English Riviera. But for the next six months this sleepy
Devonshire resort will be transformed into the blizzard-swept
wastes of the South Pole. For today shooting starts on the epic
'Scott of the Antarctic', produced by Gerry Schlick. (walks over to
Schlick)
Schlick: (American accent) Hello.
Conger: Gerry, you chose Paignton as the location for Scott.
Schlick: Right, right.
Conger: Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here?
Schlick: Well, we have 28,000 cubic feet of Wintrex, which is a new white
foam rubber which actually on screen looks more like snow than
snow...
(Cut to shot of people nailing and sticking white foam rubber over things.
It looks terrible. Others are painting the sand with white paint.)
Schlick: ... and 1,600 cubic US furlongs of white paint, with a special
snow finish.
Conger: And I believe Kirk Vilb is playing the tide role.
Schlick: That is correct. We were very thrilled and honoured when Kirk
agreed to play the part of Lieutenant Scott (cut to Kirk Vilb who is
wearing fun open at the chest; he is having a chest wig stuck on and
icing sugar squeezed on to his nose and eyebrows) because a star of his
magnitude can pick and choose, but he read the tide and just
flipped. (cut back to Gerry Schlick and Chris Conger) And directing
we have a very fine young British director, James Rettin, who's
been collaborating on the screenplay, of course Jimmy...
(Rettin rushes into foreground. He is in no way like J. McGrath.)
Rettin: Oh, there you are. Hello. Hello. No problem. Have a
drink. Have a drink. Great. Hello. Marvellous. Marvellous. Hello.
Rewrite. Oh this is really great. I mean, it's really saying
something, don't you think?
Conger: Have you started shooting yet?
McRettin: Yes, yes. Great. Perfect. No, no, we haven't started yet. No.
But great - great.
Conger: What is the first scene that you shoot this morning?
Rettin: Great. Terrific. Oh it's great. No problem. We'll sort it out on
the floor. Sort it out on the floor. No problem. This film is
basically pro-humanity and anti-bad things and it rips aside the
hypocritical facade of our society's gin and tonic and leaves a lot of
sacred cows rolling around in agony, have a drink, have a drink.
Conger: But which scene are we shooting first, Jimmy?
Rettin: Yes, great. Oh, marvellous. (calls out) Which scene are we shooting
first? What? (to Conger) it's scene one. Scene one. It's in the middle
of the movie. Well, it is now. I rewrote it. (calls.) I thought we cut
that? Didn't we cut that?
Schlick: No, we didn't.
MeRettin: We didn't. Oh great. That's even better. I'll put it back in.
Rewrite. (calling) Scene one's back in everyone. Scene one's back
in. Great. Great. (to Conger) This is the scene - outside the tent -
it's all bloody marvenous. It makes you want to throw up.
(Cut to ScMick and Conger on the beach.)
Schlick: Now in this scene Lieutenant Scott returns to camp in the early
morning after Walking the huskies to have brunch with the rest of
his team. (cut to shot of tent with Bowers, who is black, and Oates,
sitting outside) Oates, played by your very own lovely Terence
Lemming, who is an English cockney officer seconded to the US
Navy, and Bowers played by Seymour Fortescue, the Olympic pole
vaulter.
(Film: Scott comes up to them. He has tmo large boxes strapped to his feet to make him look tall.)
Oates: Hi, Lieutenant.
Scott: Hi, Oatesy. Sure is a beautiful day already.
Rettin: (rushing in) Great, great.
Scott: What? What are you saying?
Rettin: I was just saying great, great. Cue Evans.
(Sexy girl with long blond hair comes into shot with short pink fur coat.
She walks up to Scott who towers four feet above her as she is walking in
a trench.)
Schlick: And this is Vanilla Hoare as Miss Evans.
Conger: Miss Evans?
Schlick: Right.
(Miss Evans is now beneath. Scott at knee height.)
Scott: Good morning, Miss Evans.
Evans: Oh, I've forgotten my line.
McRcttin: What's her line? What's her line?
(Girl runs in with script.)
Girl: lt's 'Good morning, Captain Scott'.
Evans: Oh, yeah. 'Good morning, Captain.' Sc'..; oh, I'm just not happy
with that line. Could I just say Hi Scottie ?
Rettin: Great. Great. Rewrite. Cue.
Girl: Hi Scarrie Oh, sorry. Hi Stocky! Oh - I'm sorry again. Oh, Jim.
I'm lust unhappy with this line. Hey, can I do it all sort of kooky,
(goes beserk waving hands) Hi Scottie!
Rettin: Great! We'll shoot it.
Scott: Are you sure that's right?
Rettin: Oh, it's great.
(Gerry Schlick walks into the shot.)
Schlick: Jim.
Rettin: Jim! Jim! Oh, me!
Schlick: Jim, I feel we may be running into some problems here in the
area of height.
Rettin: Great! Where are they?
Schlick: Where are who?
Rettin: I don't know. I was getting confused.
Schlick: Jim, I feel here, that Scott may be too tall in the area of height
with reference to Vanilla who is too near the ground in the area of
being too short at this time.
Rettin: Great ... Oh, I know. I'm going to dig a pit for Scott and put
a box in Vanilla's trench.
Scott: Say, why don't I take the boxes off and Vanilla get up out of the trench.
Rettin: It wouldn't work... It's even better! Great. Rewrite!
Evans: What was that?
McRettin: Oh, it's easy. I've worked it out. Scott takes his boxes off and
you don't stand in the trench.
Evans: I say my lines out of the trench?
Rettin: Even better. Great.
Evans: But I've never acted out of a trench. I might fall over. It's
dangerous.
Rettin: Oh well, could you just try it?
Evans: Look, you crumb bum, I'm a star. Star, star, star. I don't get a
million dollars to act out of a trench. I played Miss St John the
Baptist in a trench, (she walks along in the trench and we see that she
has two boxes strapped to her feet) and I played Miss Napoleon
Bonaparte in a trench, and I played Miss Alexander Fleming in a
furrow so if you want this scene played out of a trench, well you
just get yourself a goddamn stuntman. (walks off) I played Miss
Galileo in a groove and I played Mrs Jesus Christ in a geological
syncline, so don't...
McRettin: Great. Great everyone. Lunch now. Lunch. It's all in the can.
Good morning's work.
Schlick: But you haven't done a shot.
McRettin: Just keeping morale up. (tries to take a drink from his
view finder)
(The same afternoon.)
Schlick: Now this afternoon we're going to shoot the scene where Scott
gets off the boat on to the ice floe and he sees the lion and he
fights it and kills it and the blood goes pssssssssshhh in slow
motion.
Conger: But there aren't any lions in the Antarctic.
Schlick: What?
Conger: There aren't any lions in the Antarctic.
Schlick: You're right. There are no lions in the Antarctic. That's
ridiculous; whoever heard of a lion in the Antarctic. Right. Lose
the lion.
Rettin: Got to keep the lion. It's great!
Schlick: Lose the lion.
Rettin: Great. We're losing the lion. Rewrite. Lose the lion everyone.
That's fantastic,
Scott: What's this about our losing the lion?
Schlick: Well, Kirk, we thought perhaps we might lose the fight with the
lion a little bit, Kirk, angel.
Scott: (loudly) Why?
Schlick: Well, Kirkie, doll, there are no lions in the Antarctic, baby.
Scott: (shouts) I get to fight the lion.
Schlick: It'd be silly.
Scott: Listen, I gotta fight the lion. That's what that guy Scott's all about.
I know. I've studied him already.
Schlick: But why couldn't you fight a penguin?
Rettin: Great! (falls over)
Scott: Fight a rotten penguin?
Schlick: It needn't be a little penguin. It can be the biggest penguin
you've ever seen. An electric penguin, twenty feet high, with long
green tentacles that sting people, and you can stab it in the wings
and the blood can go spurting psssssshhhh in slow motion.
Scott: The lion is in the contract.
Schlick: He fights the lion.
Rettin: Even better. Great. Have a drink. Lose the penguin. Stand by
to shoot. (falls over)
Schlick: Where do they have lions?
Conger: Africa.
Schlick: That's it. Scott's in Africa. As many lions as we need.
Rettin: Great!
Schlick: He's looking for a pole no one else knows about. That ties in
with the sand. Right. Paint the sand yellow again. Okay, let's get
this show on the road. 'Scott of the Sahara.'
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