Movie director's memoir'sblog
Posted August 07, 2012
The next few minutes were an orange-and-white blur of men filing past me into the plane. They stood facing each other in two rows and as if by silent command, they sat. I expected to see Errol Flynn or Tyrone Power in the crowd. The Caribou taxied to the end of the runway, revved its motors, zoomed down the airstrip and lifted into the sky. No one had prepared me for the cold. The Sergeant next to me saw my discomfort and found an insulated jacket and overpants. By the time I was belted ...
MEMOIRS OF A DROP OUT MOVIE DIRECTOR
Posted July 08, 2012
JULY 8,2012 SEVEN DAYS WITH THE GREEN BERETS. After becoming one of the highest paid TV film directors in New York City, if someone would had told me that one day I would hang up my 35mm Arriflex, give up my 5 room apartment on the Upper East Side with a pool table in the living room, sell my 911 Porsche and drop out to the Canadian wilderness with a married woman from Montreal who drove a 1966 VW van, I would have said they were crazy. The greatest coincidence in my life is that I was bo...