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[November 28, 2007]
[HollywoodInvestigator.com]Sony's recent release of a two-disc DVD edition of Bram
Stoker's Dracula brought back memories. And anticipation. Till now, there was only the one-disc edition, with no special features. No deleted scenes. Not "making of" documentaries.
Why my anticipation?
Because I spent some of the
1990s working as a film and TV extra, and my first gig was on Bram
Stoker's Dracula. It being my "first time," I fondly recall my
time working on that film (despite very long hours, it didn't feel like
work at all), and I'd hoped to see more of myself in the special features.
No such luck. There's
nothing of me in the special features. But the seeing the documentaries
on the two-disc DVD did bring back memories.
I'd been working in a producer's
office, two rooms the third floor of a building in Hollywood. On
the second floor was a casting director's office. Shortly after my
producer boss was evicted for non-payment of rent, I saw a casting notice
in Daily Variety seeking "English, Turkish, and East European types"
for Francis Ford Coppola's new Dracula film. The notice mentioned
the casting office on the second floor.
I'd never done any acting
but my parents are Hungarian (my father Transylvanian). When I so
informed the casting office, they said they were eager to see me.
They didn't call me into
the Hollywood building. Instead, I was called to the Sony lot and
asked to audition in Romanian, improvising a frightened man. I explained
that I spoke Hungarian, not Romanian. The CD said that was fine. So I acted frightened, in Hungarian.
The CD said that all audition
tapes would be reviewed by Coppola himself. So I guess I've been
seen by Coppola.
I can affirm the rumors that
Coppola was a perfectionist on that film. The CD's walls at Sony
were covered with old photos and sketches of late 1800s scenes from England
and Romania. Coppola seemed determined to capture the look and feel
of that time and place with accuracy. (The DVD's special
features indicates that he took some creative leeway, but he certainly
began his journey with extensive research.)
I didn't get a speaking role,
but I was phoned a few days (or weeks?) later, and invited to be an extra
on the film, because of my "East European look." I was later told,
on the set, that another reason for casting me was that I had longish hair,
which was true of Englishmen in 1897. (That's right, despite my "East
European look, I was cast as an Englishman.) And men with longish
were hard to find just then (in December 1991), because a lot of military
films had recently been shot, so there were few male extras with longish
hair. (Lots of military crewcuts, though.)
I was called in for a wardrobe
fitting. They gave me a long black coat.
My first scene was with Anthony
Hopkins. I was one of the medical students. There must have
been a still photographer wandering about, because I ended up (uncredited)
on page 87 of James Hart's lavishly illustrated published
Curiously, I'm standing on
the first tier (just above Hopkins) in the photo in the book, yet I'm standing
on the second tier in the film. I don't remember why. I suppose
they'd moved us medical students around, trying to determine the best setup,
and the still photographer did his work at one point in the day, while
the scene itself was shot by the cinematographer at some other time.
Us medical students kept
wandering about the stage during breaks, upsetting the P.A. She said,
"I swear, you're the antsiest bunch of extras I've ever seen." Antsiest. Her exact word. I never forgot that.
Some of the extras endured
additional makeup, with mustaches and sideburns glued to their faces.
I had a natural beard at the time (still do), so I escaped that ordeal. They did spray some plastic on my hair, to set in place the late 19th century
hair style they'd given me.
After the scene was wrapped,
I overheard some A.D. or P.A. discussing the need for another extra for
that night's chapel scene. (They were shooting round the clock.)
Remember the chapel scene
at the start of the film, when Gary Oldman weeps over his dead bride? That
was shot over two nights. And apparently, one of the monks who'd
stood behind the priest on the first night of shooting had fallen sick
and was unavailable for the second night. I came forward and volunteered
to fill in for the monk. They accepted my offer.
So in that scene, sometimes
one of those two silent monks is me, sometimes not.
Neither Anthony Hopkins nor
Winona Ryder was on the set that night. Gary Oldman was the only
star present, hunched over and crying. I knew he'd been in Sid
and Nancy, a film that I'd liked, but I didn't recognize him on set. I was impressed with his work in the chapel scene. After the scene
was wrapped, I said something to him like, "Very impressive work. Very good." He smiled and thanked me, tears still staining his face.
I didn't know at the time
that extras weren't supposed to speak to the actors, but Oldman seemed
not to mind.
The A.D. gave me a separate
voucher for the chapel scene, apart from my previous voucher for the medical
school scene. Thus was I paid for two full "days," although I'd worked
the scenes back-to-back.
Maybe the production saved
money by clocking me for two days. If they'd treated the medical
school and chapel scenes as the same day, I might have earned some serious
overtime. But I was nonunion back then, so the work rules were flexible
applied to me. And I didn't care about the money. Not then. It was my first time on a Hollywood film set, and I just wanted the experience
to last. I'd have done it for free.
The A.D. did approve a "translation
bump" for me, about $20 as I recall. This was because Oldman had
been seeking some Romanian phrase or remark, not to speak, just to internalize,
to help him assume character. So I'd told the A.D. some Hungarian
which he'd passed on to Oldman.
Oldman was quite the Method
Actor. He was indeed impressive to watch on set, and the results
of his Method work remain evident on film.
I came in for two other days. I was one of some 400 extras in the London street scenes shot on Universal's
backlot. Both the daytime scenes and night time scenes.
The extras were kept in large
tents. One large tent served as a dressing room for the men. Another large tent was the women's dressing room. One woman
gasped upon seeing other women undressing in the tent. "You can't
be shy in this business," another woman commented.
An even larger tent was a
coed holding pen, where both men and women waited while not working on
chatting and reading and snoozing. It had rained and the grass was
moist. One middle-aged woman sketched her fellow extras. She
sketched me in my costume, and gave it to me when done. I still have
her work, framed and on my wall.
We were well fed. I
was told that wasn't always the case, especially with crowd scenes. One extra described working on Steven Spielberg's Hook. "Lunch was some popcorn," he said.
Back on the set, I asked
an extra if there were any stars on the set that day. "Winona Ryder,"
I was told. It was the first I'd ever heard the name. Although
I was a fan of horror films even back then, I'd not yet seen Beetlejuice or Edward
Scissorhands, because those films sounded like they had too much comedic
or fantasy content, respectively.
"What's Winona Ryder look
like?" I asked, hoping for a glimpse of a star. "She's a little thing,"
I was told.
I rented Bram
Stoker's Dracula when it was first released on video, eagerly seeking
myself. Ryder made no impression on me, and I promptly forgot her
when the film ended. I never saw her in anything again until earlier
this decade, when I saw Lost
Everything in and about Lost
Souls blew me away, and I then watched everything Ryder had appeared in over
the previous decade and a half. So yes, now I'm a fan. Yes,
she's got a very impressive body of work, especially Girl
Interrupted. But her name meant nothing to me all throughout
the 1990s; I'd even forgotten that she'd been in Bram
Stoker's Dracula. Go figure.
After they wrapped a daytime
scene, they brought in a second unit crew and a new group of extras. They also asked if any of us wanted to stay for a second "day" that night. I naturally volunteered.
I didn't make it into the
daytime scenes in the final cut. Maybe they didn't film me. Maybe I ended up on the cutting room floor. I am in a night time
scene; the one outside the railroad station, when Johnathan Harker returns
from the Continent and sees Dracula "young again." I'm crossing the
carrying a piece of luggage. I do my cross right after a horse-drawn
carriage crosses my path.
A P.A. had wanted to give
my luggage it to another extra. I was hesitant, because I'd signed
for the suitcase with the Props Dept, so I was responsible for its return. I asked the P.A. if we could notify the Props Dept. "Never mind!"
the P.A. snapped. "I don't mind," I said, not wanting to be difficult. "It's just that I'm responsible." The P.A. was testy, but replied,
"Don't worry, it's not your fault."
I also had a scene with the
white wolf. Or rather, I was called in, then taken out before anything
was shot. They were trying different set ups. I'd stood facing
the wolf, from eight or ten feet away, the wolf looking happy, yet unleashed. I was told it was only part wolf, and well fed. There were crew around
me, and I was told it was safe, but not to make any sudden moves. "Because if you do," said a big, burly crewman, standing right behind me,
"he'll BITE YOUR BALLS OFF!"
I worked on over 60 productions
in the 1990s, on and off. Some I worked on for weeks, some only a
day. Movies and sitcoms, commercials and infomercials, even a Japanese
TV commercial shot in California. Many days were long and grueling,
14 to 16 hours. Work conditions got cushier, and the pay better,
after I was admitted into SAG in 1994. Even so, the novelty of being
on a set wore off, and I grew to dislike extra work. I stopped about
1997 or '98.
My personal record for the
longest day working as an extra remains my time on Bram
Stoker's Dracula, about 23 hours on set in one day. However,
that day didn't feel long. It was a fun adventure, one that I never
wanted to end. And although I didn't make it into the 2 DVD edition's
special features (maybe when they release a 3-disc edition?), I retain
fond memories of working on that film.
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