This past Sunday I was over in Torrance for our first day of shooting Get Back. Before we left a friend’s house to go exploring the city for locations, I noticed a man pulling things out to his curb – no doubt a growing collection of unwanted crap that he would thoughtfully place a "For Free" onto. Of course, I’m a sucker for these collections of unwanted crap, and there are two reasons for that: 1. sometimes another person’s trash truly is my treasure (I get that from my mom’s dad) and 2. you never know when you’ll find something that could make a great movie prop one day. For example, before we moved, I had amassed a pretty good collection of lost/forgotten street cones and barriers I’d found in unwanted condition- things the city was no longer interested in, but that a young movie making kid would love! So, back to Torrance.
After we finished our daytime shooting, we returned to the friend’s house, and I perused the pile of "For Free" goods. I use the term ‘goods’ very loosely, because most of it was trash – but then I found treasure.
No, that is not Photoshop trickery… those posters are nearly as tall as I am. Now, I’m not a tall man by any means (roughly 5’6), but that still makes those things pretty darn big. So, why did I want them? LOOK AT THEM! Obviously, having posters of attractive women is nice, but these are much more than that – they are potential prop material. Think about it: A sleazy, creepy ladies man lives in an apartment alone. What would he have on his walls? Pictures exactly like this! I didn’t need to argue with myself about it, though… I was sold on taking them the moment I saw them. Of course, then I had to get them home.
They are most definitely something that once hung in a hip clothing store – they are on a thick, cardboard backing that keeps them sturdy and straight. It also keeps them from being conveniently rolled and placed in the car – so they had to go in as they were. It was windy that day, so just walking to the car with these two cardboard "sails" in my hands was hard enough, but getting them into Nick’s back seat was a breeze. The real fun came later that night when I tried to transfer them into MY car. I was dead tired from walking through the city all day long, so that only added to my dysfunctionality. It’s too bad it wasn’t all caught on tape, because it was reminiscent of a Three Stooges short. The same hilarity followed me as I got them home and took them OUT of the car, and again when I tried to find a place to store them in my house. It was a lot of work, but they are now safe and sound in my attic.
Besides, when it comes to moviemaking and enormous posters of hot babes… there’s no such thing as too much work 😉