Posted on Oct 19, 2017 / 3 Comments
Been a while but i think i remem’r how dis thang works. Bear with me.
ye olde Netflix sent me some promo materials an’ I thought I’d share em witcha. Not sure if that’s kosher, but then again, i’m not Jewish.
We had a kick ass set photog – Jeff Topham. You can check him out at http://www.jefftopham.com/
he sent me some stills way back and I happen to hang on to ’em.
Now this was a quick shoot – 5 weeks i think it was, up ol’ Canadia, an actors home away from home. Little did I know that I would be back at that country barn that we used for – wait for it – the barn scenes in 1922; they would become a scene of high cinematic misery just a few short months later, when I was back to shoot Shane Black’s PREDATOR.
Here’s a piece of the darn barn. I’m pretty sure we lost a couple rats shooting 1922 in here.
On Predator, I got caught smoking a stogie in the barn by the owner, who gave me hell because he didn’t want his barn catching on fire. Thing was, it was raining – and I was jus trying to keep the head dry. You know, not mess up the hair, cause what happens is you get a whole bevy of ladies chasin’ after ya with blowdryers and brushes and pomade and the like. Anyway I tol the farmer i was jus lookin’ for the rats we’d lost on the last pitcher i shot up here, an then he recognized me, he said oh, yore that rat fella. Still he kicked me out anyway, an I had to git back into that rain.
But this weren’t jus any ol’ rain, this was a torrential, Biblical downpour of hellish, Vancouver, kiss-my-grits-it’s fuckin’-climate-change-bitches superstorm. It was so bad, the movie trucks was getting stuck in the muddy road and tearing up the grounds something fierce, so in the end, I was the least of that poor farmer’s worries.
Actually, predator is the last film that you’ll see that ol’ barn in for a good long while, because after us, the farmer said no f’in way will I ever rent my barn out to a bunch of Hollywood reprobates ever again.
Smart man, he jus caught on a little too late.
Ya’ll can see that barn right now, on Netflix. I’d love to know what ya’ll think. Of the movie, not the barn.
1922 is a terrific novella by Steve King – it’s in a purty fine collection called Full Dark, No Stars. And boys and girls, it’s dark. The script was a doozy. I wouldn’t call it a horror show, not really, although there’s some fairly horrific things people got up to out there in what Wilf called, ‘The Middle’ — that long stretch of lonely out in the deep MidWest. I guess I’d call it American Gothic. Whatever it is, I had a blast bringin ol’ Wilf to life, but now it’s all over I can’t seem to shake him. That dern Steve King’ll do that to ya. Gets in the bones, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, I suspect there’s a lil Wilfred James lurking in all of us. He calls it the Conniving Man.
I jus call it bein’ American.
Hey, TJ! Thank you for posting these AMAZING pics & COOL BTS details about “1922” / “The predator” with us! Always A PLEASURE to hear from you in these here RAW parts of the world. 😉 Hope you have a HAPPY HALLOWSCREAM! 💀 — 💗IFC90
1922 was great! your commitment to your characters really shows, and this film looks beautiful.
Hello Thomas, there were some discussions on the forum to know whether or not such a deep dive into madness would leave a toll on you and how long this specific character would accompany you. I guessed you kind of answered to that here… wilf’s not easy to leave behind…