Showing posts with label Santa Fe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santa Fe. Show all posts

Thursday, May 16, 2024

Mugged

Wendall -- every other Thursday

Like my protagonist, Cyd Redondo, I am a “carry-on only” traveler. 

We’ve all had airlines lose our luggage, either temporarily or permanently, but it was only in my twenties, after I was horrified to recognizes a few of my “scanties” circling the luggage carousel—the handlers had destroyed one of my duffel bags and only partially duct-taped it back together—that I decided never to check a bag again.

Who wants this, really?
 

This makes a lot of things easier, including checking in and arriving at my destination, not to mention reducing stress, but the downside is that it limits the kind of treasures I can bring back from my travels, both international and domestic.

The top of our fridge. The bottom is also full of commemorative magnets.
 

Since I am a Million Miler plus on American, this means I have an inordinate number of postcards, magnets, pens and hotel pads, jewelry, scarves, and coffee mugs.

When we moved last year, I found many of the treasures I was able to tuck away in my two pieces of carry-on and, even though the items in my hoard are small, they still conjure up the delight I felt when I found them, and also some sadness, since many of the places I loved—like the original Sahara Hotel or our favorite restaurant in Carpinteria, Sly’s—are gone. 

 

 

James and I stayed at the Sahara the weekend we got married. And many times after, until it was sold and ruined. This mug has been glued back together, twice!


 
Although there is still a decent restaurant in the old Sly's space, it's not the same. Glad we have the mug.

 

Also glad I have the mug from the London book store where I found most of the books I've used for one of my current works in progress.

 

The booksellers in Wildys deserve a medal.
 

Here are a few more mugs I've dragged home over the years.


One of my favorites, from the Museum of New Zealand Te Papa Tongarewa.



We always try to get exhibition mugs. Particularly happy still to have the MOMA Picasso mug from '96 and the Titanic mug from Belfast.


 

 

And from concerts I've traveled to.

 Hotel mugs, always, if they have them.


I always stayed in the Niche Hotel in Newcastle when I lectured there.


 

And the Beverly Hills Hotel mug was a must, right?

I've been to Santa Fe many times, and have the mugs to show for it.


The mug on the far left features a Harvey Girl, from the exhibit in the New Mexico Historical Museum.


I've brought too many mugs home from England, but here are some of my favorites. The T.E. Lawrence mug from the National Portrait Library, the Lewis Chessmen and 250 year anniversary mugs from the British Museum, and a mug from my favorite store in Bloomsbury, Edwards and Todd.           

You can never have too many mugs from the British Library. Here's Alice Underground and one of my favorites from the Penguin mug collection.

 

What do you all bring back from your travels?

 

--Wendall

Thursday, January 25, 2024

#Pals

 Wendall -- every other Thursday

 

This is the unlikely story of how I wound up being part of the “Special Features” on the 35th anniversary DVD re-release of what many call the “brat pack” western—Young Guns.

 

Imagine my surprise when my name turned up in a review of this re-release!
 

It was the 1980s. I’d been in Los Angeles about a year when I got a job as an assistant to Penny Perry, the legendary former head of casting for 20th Century Fox. By that time she’d cast a long list of films, including Ordinary People, All of Me, Cocoon, The Star Chamber, Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid, The Jerk, and The NeverEnding Story, among others.

 

The late Gregory Hines was the loveliest.
 

I worked with her on two films: Tap, where I got to meet Gregory Hines and the Nicholas Brothers, and where the auditions took place in a dance studio (sigh!), and then on the film that every actor between the ages of 17 and 35 wanted to audition for—Young Guns. 

 

A drawing of Billy the Kid in the New Mexico History Museum
 

On my first day working on this retelling of the Billy the Kid story, I arrived at the casting office to find hundreds of headshots of every heartthrob of the 80s littered across the floor of two whole rooms. It was enough to give anyone a nosebleed.  

 

 

At that time, the film’s producers had an offer out to Sean Penn to play Billy, but it turned out he was in jail, so they moved to Emilio Estevez, who accepted. Most of the other “young guns” in the film were cast the old-fashioned way, through in-person meetings and auditions.

 

So, I embarked on this strange job where I would organize the headshots and discuss them with Penny, then set up the appointments. When the actors arrived, Penny, the director—Christopher Cain— and I would sit in a room and either Penny or I would read the “sides” with the actors. 

 

 

Neither Penny nor I had any dramatic skills, so I really felt for the performers, having to emote with us. Actors from Rob Lowe to Matthew Broderick, to Eric Stoltz, to Judd Nelson came and went, and eventually we had Billy the Kid's gang and the other parts cast, with actors including Charlie Sheen, Kiefer Sutherland, Lou Diamond Phillips, Dermot Mulroney, Casey Siemaszko, Geoffrey Blake, Terence Stamp, Jack Palance, and Brian Keith.

 

Scan of a Polaroid taken to check costumes

 

 

I, of course, was most excited about Terence Stamp. Here he is in the film.
 

At this point, Chris Cain asked Penny if he could steal me to be his assistant on the movie. She kindly agreed ,and so I headed off to New Mexico, driving one of the Ford Aerostar production vans, to spend the next five snowy months living (with my half-feral cat) in a hotel in Santa Fe. 

 

It was the Sheraton when we were there. Now it's "The Lodge"
 
Chris Cain kindly arranged for me to have my own director's chair!


It was really difficult to explain the job to my parents, since it involved such a strange mixture of duties. It ranged from taking notes during the initial location scouting with Chris, producer Joe Roth, writer John Fusco, and cinematographer Dean Semler, to keeping everyone abreast of script changes, to fielding and prioritizing questions for Chris from the crew, to ferrying him back and forth to the set, and, whenever I had a minute, to reading all the scripts his agent was sending for his next possible project. 

 

The production chose the small town of Los Cerrillos, NM for much of the shoot.
 

It also occasionally involved a bit of “actor wrangling.” Emilio was famous for occasionally getting a bit too enthusiastic with his on-set pranks, and Charlie Sheen once accidentally double-booked his female visitors and wound up on the balcony of my room, begging me to hide him for a few minutes. I also assisted when Tom Cruise visited the set, arranging for the Costume and Make-up Departments to disguise him, so he could be an extra in one of the shoot-out scenes.

Sometimes, I had to locate Kiefer Sutherland...
 

  With the exception of one of the leads, all of the cast and crew lived together in the same hotel. Many of the actors, even ones who’ve worked nonstop since— still remember that film set and the experience as a singular one. With the star power in the cast, there could have been conflicts and egos, but instead, there was an unusual sense of equality and camaraderie.

It might be hard for some of you to imagine what it was like in 1988, when the internet and cell phone cameras were not around, and no one was trying to get selfies with the actors or to upload something scandalous to TMZ. And because Santa Fe was a small place with a population used to film shoots, the actors were also able to be out and about, and be themselves, in a way that would be impossible now.

 

Pizza Night
 

I was lucky enough to go out to dinner often with the cast and with other crew members. There were also games and pizzas, and everyone wound up in the hotel bar at the end of the night, occasionally playing music. Hence the embarrassing pictures below. Ah, the 80s...


 

 

I was on the set for every single day and night of shooting, and the atmosphere was just as collegial there, with lots of laughs and spirited discussions, often while we were waiting for the "non-period" airplane con trails to dissipate.

 

Lou, John Fusco, and Emilio, hanging out


A gift from the production, still on our wall.
  

The upshot of all this was that I came home with Kiefer's coat, a movie poster, a lifelong passion for Santa Fe, and a handful of close friends, many that I still love and see today. Just last year, I participated in a Young Guns reunion fundraiser with Lou, Dermot, Geoffrey, and John. Lou, who is now also a director and novelist, contributed a blurb for Cheap Trills, and has been actively supportive of the Cyd Redondo books.

 


LDP, generous then, generous now.

When Lionsgate decided to include a documentary for the reissue, several of the actors suggested they bring me in to tell some of those behind the scenes stories. I balked at the idea at first, and certainly never dreamed they would actually use any of my interview but, hilariously, they did.

 

There’s a running bit in Young Guns about “Pals,” about how sharing an experience makes people stick together over time.

 

I’m grateful I still have a few of my pals, all these years later.

 

If you’d like to see the trailer for the 4K Young Guns re-release, you can watch it here:

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OAF9_lUryk