document.write('<'); document.write('! '); Home Index Articles Links ... E-mail
usadeepsouth.com
My Rendezvous with Gene Hackman
by Beth Boswell Jacks
About this time six years ago I was sweeping my kitchen floor when the phone rang. I figured the caller who was interrupting my domestic chores was probably a pestering telemarketer, but instead I heard the voice of my friend Cathy asking if I wanted to do something interesting the next week . . . like, be a movie star.
Well, "movie star" has always had a ring to it. Visions of little Breck Shampoo pictures I once carefully cut from magazines back in my childhood danced in my head Elizabeth Taylor, Barbara Stanwyck, Ann Miller, June Allyson. Glamorous women. I could manage such a thing.
"Sure," I said. I was prepared to answer quickly because I knew the Castlerock movie folks were coming to town to shoot John Grisham's "The Chamber." And I knew, actress-wannabe that I am, only a brief time would pass before the casting people begged me to join Gene Hackman, Faye Dunnaway and Chris O'Donnell in this film.
Turned out Cathy was joshing. She was phoning from the school superintendent's office, where the movie "getters" had called looking for a tutor for the children on the set. Would I possibly settle, she asked, for "Tutor-On-The-Set" rather than "Movie Star?" | |
|
