From his birth in the home of musical hall comedy Blackpool, Sir Cess tells of his early years as a palm reader, of his training at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, on through his career as a colonially famous soap star, and of his latter years as an egotistical, pompous, garrulous, grumpy old man.
This series of
events started in last November when I was instructed by my son to prepare
myself for the forthcoming marriage of my daughter to the Red Bull Formula One
racing car designer, Mr Adrian Newey. The ceremony was to take place in the
final days of the month at a cosy restaurant near the town of Franchoek in the
Western Cape province of South Africa.
Mandy, pre-booked my flight from Johannesburg to Cape Town; they, the bridal
couple were arriving in South Africa at Oliver Tambo airport the same day, and
I was to accompany them on the same flight from Joburg to Cape Town.
My son was given
the job of making sure I was ship-shape and presentable to fulfil my role in
the giving away of my daughter. I had to make sure my one-and-only suit, acquired
at a reasonable price from the producer of a play I once performed in, was
cleaned and pressed, my shoes polished and have a clean white shirt and a
dickie-bow. All this I did, but my major problem was not having any luggage,
like an overnight case, in which I could transport my required costume to be
transported on the flight to Cape Town.
Regarding my suit;
it was double breasted and came with waistcoat and I had acquired for a nominal
sum from the producer of a play I had been in fifteen years ago, called “Blue
Orange”,written by English dramatist, Joe Penhall. It is a very sardonically
comic piece which touches on race, mental illness, and 21st century British
life, it premiered at the Cottesloe Theatre in April 2000, and starredBill Nighy and Chitetel Ejiofor.
I performed it,
playing the same role as Bill Nighy, in Johannesburg early in two thousand and
three, receiving reasonable reviews, however it was not a box office success
and we only ran for six weeks. So, apart from it being one of the most
difficult roles I’ve ever played the only other remembrance of the production
comes when I wear my acquired “Blue-Orange” suit.
Getting back to
the preparation for my daughter’s wedding; my son solved my problem regarding
luggage. He told me to nip to my nearest “GAME” store and purchase an over
night case with wheels that would be taken as had luggage on my air-trip. This
I did. At the age of sixty-nine I became the owner of my first wheeled travel
bag and it did not need a padlock as it had its own combination locking device.
This was where the
operate the device could not be found anywhere on the exterior of the case.
Tentatively I slid the catch and it opened; exploring the several inner
compartments I eventually found the operating instruction for the combination
followed them and set my birth date as the 4 required numbers 0307, the third
day of the seventh month. I was a hundred percent sure that I would not forget
them. I tested the opening, closing and locking of the case at least ten times
and it worked on every occasion. I set it aside.
The day before I
travelled I unlocked and opened the case to beginning packing it with what I
would require, casual clothes, socks and underpants for six days, toiletries,
dressing gown, slippers, freshly polished shoes, a newly washed white shirt,
dickie bow, and dry-cleaned suit.
After three or
four checks I locked the case.
On arrival at the
lodgings that my son had organised for myself and his accompanying new French
girlfriend, we discovered that the combination lock would not work with the
Luckily, I trained
my son well; and in no time at all he brought out his Swiss army knife from his
suitcase and we had my overnight case opened and all my smart clothes duly hung
in the wardrobe and sock and pants in a cupboard.
I will not go into
the wedding festivities and the celebration of my daughter’s fortieth birthday
which happened the day after the wedding now but both events went splendidly.
Old school friends of my daughter were there, and relations of my ex-wife
attended. I had great difficulty in remembering their names as two and a half
decades had passed since I had any contact with any of them.
I returned to
Johannesburg and on instructions from my son I immediately returned my
overnight bag to the Game store as I luckily had retained my purchase slip.
It was in the
first week of December, so I knew that I wouldn’t see my case till the end of
the following January as South Africa closes for approximately four weeks over
On the 25th
on January received a SMS from “GAME” informing me that my repaired case was
ready for collection. I went to the store.
16 Jan (12 days ago)
GAME AND GAME LIQUOR
Would like to inform Sir Cess Poole
that your Repair item is back in store awaiting your collection
Automated Message : Do not Reply
Ursula, the lady
in charge of customer services, wheeled out the case.
I did the
proverbial actors-double-take as it was not mine and, my eyes widened in
disbelief. A case three times the size of my case was presented to me! Jet
black, mine had been brown.
suitcase stood on the tiled floor.
Shouldn’t I? The dilemma of honesty confronted my ageing hard-drive!
I do not possess a
large suitcase and the prospect of saying nothing was my first thought. However,
as I had to travel to Cape Town in the first week of February for a couple of
days filming on an American production I would need an overnight case.
“Show me your
slip,” asked the customer service lady.
I duly proffered
“Eeh numbers are
the same.” she said.
“Well they may
be,” I replied, “But it’s not mine. Look, I’ll show you a picture.” I added as
I rummaged for my cell-phone.
By now there were
three customer service officials hovering, two around the case and the other
behind the counter. After a brief conversation in their African tongue, most of
which I couldn’t understand, the lady with whom I was originally dealing with
announced, “We have a problem.”
I agreed and
announced that I had to have a suitcase as I was travelling to Cape town on the
2nd of February, so I suggested that I take the large case and would
return to the store as soon as they informed me they had my case.
Another indaba in
their African tongue followed and I was told that this was OK, as long as I
signed a document that outlined what had happened. This I quickly did, signed
the statement I had made, was given a copy and, e-mailed the photograph of my
case from my phone to them, then I departed.
Two days later I
received a phone call from customer services telling me they had my case and I
must come and collect it as soon as possible because the owner of the large
case was going berserk threating legal action against them.
I am now in
possession of my case. The only problem remaining is I have lost the
instructions on how to operate the combination lock!!!!
So, I start to write in the cloud for the
A weird feeling, before on my computers I
could always see a list of my files I'd created and known that they were there
on my hard drive. Now I am highly suspicious and harbour the thought that they
are not in the ethereal cloud.
I long for the day when the pencil and
sheet of paper will return, and pigeons were used for the sending of messages.
new-fangled technology frightens me. Maybe it's because I don't understand it
or perhaps because in my seventies I'm too old to learn?
I throw this last thought into the dustbin
or pray the cloud will delete it of its own accord, as I am still able to
rewire an electrical distribution board with my eyes almost closed.
So, I press on putting my thoughts into
the cloud and am elated to find the file is still there when I return to it the
What I find hard to grasp or understand is
every time my finger hovers over the screen, particularly on my cell phone,
some unwelcome application seems to download itself and gobble up the bytes.
Is this an implanted command by Microsoft
or the creators of the millions of Applications available to the unsuspecting
public? I believe both Microsoft and the Application-creators are to blame as they
will try anything to fleece the public of its hard-earned cash!
I am inviting a computer-savvy youngster
for an hour tomorrow to find and install an Application that will prevent any
advertisements being shown anywhere on my phone and computer.
If he is successful I will immediately
Yippee!! Tamas, my friend’s son, was
extremely helpful and successful in removing a couple of uninvited applications
and he created a desktop shortcut to “My computer” and the “control panel”. A
most useful task as I can now easily see what devices are attached to my laptop
and transfer files back and forth. Thank you Tamas.
But unfortunately, I’m still a trifle
I now have a Microsoft account, a Skype
account, a Mays pharmacy account, an Egoli Gas account, a Telkom account, all
with different rule and regulations, and maybe foolishly; I’ve given each of
them a different password. To deal with this I’ve created a “passwords” file.
Surely it would be more convenient if I had the same password for every
account. “No, no!”, scream the computer literate saying, “It will be easy to
hack into your accounts”. Sound advice, I think.
But very time consuming for my dear self!
I’ve now been thrown into a complete
I’ve downloaded a movie making AP called “Easy
Movie Maker”.It says that it is for
beginners and is simple to use. I’m now five hours down the proverbial line and
I still can’t make head or tail of it! I’ve managed to make 3 “Projects” and
I’ve saved them, they appear in a box called “Projects!” But I can find no way
to name them!
What is more galling, is the YouTube
tutorials for the application are useless!!
Now after ten hours I returned to the FREE
application. And discovered it’s not free!! I eventually managed to save a file
and give it a name, at least I thought I had. After I clicked on “Submit”
button, I was immediately asked for thirty-five Rand, so I closed the
application down, only to discover it had not been saved. Money grabbing
“Easy Movie Maker” uninstalled and a new
free-application downloaded called “Filmora”. I’ve open it once and again run
into difficulties so onto the Net again to find a tutorial.
The Bastards!!! “Filmora” just like the
“Easy” bunch have now asked that I pay them $36 to gain the full programme and
I have only 3 days to give them a credit card number, if I am to make use of
their SPECIAL Offer!!!
Sorry “Filmora”, I haven’t got $36!!!!
It is galling to find all these “Free”
offers on the Net only to discover a week later that they are not free!!
Surely, they are obliged to let their
possible customers know that the deal is only a trial-useage and there will be
a demand for payment in a week’s time?
“Filmora’s” deception has caused me to
postpone my attempt to find a video-producing AP and I have returned to the one
function I am able to understand, which is the writing of these blogs.But I must admit that confusion is in the
air. I have now discovered that my “word” application offers me the choice of
writing my blog as either a document or a “Blog”, and yet I can’t fathom out
Common sense tells me that if I write it
as a “Blog” the formatting will work better when I copy and paste it into my blog-post.
However, for ten years I have written my blog as a word document and then
copied and pasted it. Apart from a few trials and tribulations, as to the size
of my font and the placing of a few photographs I seem to have succeeded.
I any of you reading this have any
suggestions on this matter, I would greatly appreciate if you could comment at
the end of reading on the blog page.
AND it is not just computers and the
internet that are dabbling in new-fangled technologies!!
Our local power utility company seems to
have entered the fray. Now instead of running their 3- phase supply on 3
separate high-wire street wires they are bungling then together into one. Alright,
this prevents falling tree branches snapping the individual phase wire but now
that all 3 insulated phases are “bungled” together it has become doubly
difficult to trace a short! The reason they offer for the innovation is, “It’s
The medical fraternity is also climbing on
the band wagon with new ways to cure our ailments and in some cases, finding
new ways to diagnose them.
Recently, while watching Sky News, I learn
that using over one thousand diagnosed cancer patients, research was showing
that a diagnosis could be found using DNA, the complex building block of our
being. DNA is a thread-like chain of nucleotides the genetic
instructions used in the growth, development, functioning and reproduction of
all known living organisms. Although it will still be some time before
the test is used they jubilantly announced that it would cost over three hundred
and fifty Pounds Sterling!
Yep, money certainly makes the world go
But it won’t make mine, as I have always
been a man of limited means, I will rely on the wisdom of my doctor and my
memories of my grandfather who went from an agile active sixty-five-year-old
weighing over forty stone to a skeleton covered in skin in six weeks way back
in the early nineteen-sixties.
A final industry I’d like you to consider
is the automobile business. How would you feel in an Autonomous vehicle? It is
estimated that by 2020 we'll have cars capable of
being fully autonomous in certain circumstances, on highways and roads with a minimal
of variables and no bad weather.
Also think about a vehicle
that has a keyless entry and you start your car by using your finger-print or a
scan of your eyeball.
Finally give a thought to a
vehicle that constantly monitors your body keeping a track of all your vital
functions. The legendary motor company Ford, is already working on the idea of your
seatbelt or steering wheel sensors that track your vital statistics.
Yeah, it’s time we went back to the
Russian pen used in space, the pencil and my grandpa’s pidgeons to carry our
messages instead of one of these!!
informed about the acting electricians in the early days of The Market Theatre,
I thought it was about time that I told a tale about some actors acting.
This is because of
the reaction to my tale about the early days of the Company and the Market
Theatre, so I’ve decided that I should take you into one of its old broom
cupboards which was upstairs, where today you’d find the wardrobe department.
Back in 1976 it
was an empty space that we rehearsed in for the production of “Fortune and
Men’s Eyes” with the late Barney Simon, which was to be performed at the
Nunnery, a small venue on the campus of Wits University.
The play was written by
John Herbert in 1967 and
explores a young man's experience in prison, delving into the themes of
homosexuality and sexual slavery. It was based in part by Herbert's
own experience; he spent four months imprisoned in a youth reformatory after
having been convicted of wearing drag in 1967. The character of Queenie in the
play is an authorial self-insertion.
The title comes from
Shakespeare’s sonnet 29, which begins with the line "When in disgrace with
fortune and men's eyes".
The characters are “Rocky”,
a juvenile delinquent who has been in prison before and knows the ropes, played
by the late Bill Flynn. “Smitty”, a new inmate played by Paul Slabolepszy, “Mona”, a fragile possibly gay inmate who
has been in for some time, played by Danny Keogh and the transvestite
“Queenie”, played by myself. And a fifth character our warder played by Nigel Vermaas.
All were intricate
deep characters and each of us knew we were about to embark on some seriously
deep challenging work.
Barney was one of
my favourite directors and he often said, “You’ve got to find it in yourself!”
His first mission
was trying to get us four inmates of the prison to understand what confinement,
in a small enclosed space, was really like; and how the feeling would affect
our various characters.
To do this, he
locked the four of us in the afore-mentioned small old broom cupboard sometimes
for a whole day with a short break for a walk, a drink and a urination.
The cupboard had
no window, the only visibility out was from the top of the cupboard door which
had a slatted ventilation, if this was forced upward we could see the legs of
the fifth character in the play, our warden, played by Nigel Vermass, and he
was forced to sit outside, also for the whole day, so he could search his
inner-self to discover why he was such a vindictive bastard.
One of the longer
walls was bare, the other had four sturdy shelves, approximately one metre
fifty in length and about forty centimetres in depth or width.
We were all young
and fit so in no time at all Dannny Keogh, playing the frail inmate Mona, was
soon lying precariously on his back on the topmost shelf, feeling he would get
away from the torments that Rocky threw about.
Not to be outdone
Bill, as Rocky, climbed onto the third shelf and helped the new inmate Smitty
up onto the second.
I have always had an
aversion to the smell of breaking wind and in the afternoon, seeing as we’d all
eaten baked beans at our fifteen-minute lunch break, bought at the handy Spar
market across the road at that time, I knew what was in store. So, I took the
concrete floor and used one of the four blankets Barney had given us. On the floor
I could lie either on my back or propped up by an elbow on my side. My A-level
physics had taught me that hot air rises, and it sure did, everything I
emitted, and that Paul and Bill released rose up to give poor Danny a torrid
time. He complained bitterly and leapt down to breathe the clean air rolling in
under the door. He even asked Nigel to get us some fresh air spray.
Of course, Nigel
the warder, refused.
Our first stint in
the cupboard was from nine thirty in the morning till four thirty in the afternoon,
with two five-minute breaks for a drink, a pee, a walk, and a fifteen-minute
break for lunch. After that first Monday of rehearsals we all kept our diets
free from methane producing products.
Tuesday, we were
placed in the cupboard again, same again Wednesday but we were released at five-thirty,
Thursday, with an added half an hour and Friday, with another full hour added,
but on Saturday morning we read the play! What a relief and all of us agreed
that our confinement certainly helped and opened many new avenues for us to
explore. Even Nigel, who has only ten or so lines in the piece, was twice as
vicious and doubly mean.
On Sunday Barney
asked me to pop round to his house. I knew what was coming. How on earth was I
going to manage Queenie’s song “A Good Man is Hard to Find”, which he sings at
the opening of the second act in full drag. He gave me a recording of Bessie
Smith doing the song. I had already told Barney that I was tone deaf, and I’d
caused three singing teachers at RADA to seek Psychiatric help. Barney
immediately gave me a telephone number and said, “Call her, she’s expecting you
to call, she definitely can help.”
I called the lady,
Irene Frangs, as soon as I got back to my flat in Yeoville. In the phone call
it was arranged that I should pop by her house on Jan Smuts Avenue at three
o’clock that Sunday afternoon. I immediately gave her the full run down about
my aversion to singing and my inability to hold a tune; I even told how three
teachers at RADA had not managed to be successful.
Irene seemed to
not hear what I said and asked, “You’re British ja?” This coming from a very
large red-haired lady with Greek ancestry was odd.
“Yes,” I replied.
as her fingers rippled across the grand piano with the opening chords of the
“God save the Queen”.
“Call it an anthem
to your character, So, come on belt it out!”
And I did. She
helped me along and after we’d done it four times she asked, “Know any other
“Yep, I had to
sing it in a play, The Cuban Missile Crisis, last year back in the UK, I did
for Prospect Theatre Company; I played Lee Marvin and had to sing “I was born
under a Wandering Star” same way as Lee did.”
The chords played
out and off I went and even amazed myself. At the end Irene stood and
applauded. “Right Cess, I won’t hear another word about being tone deaf and not
being able to sing we’ll have you doing opera next week!” For the next four
weeks I visited Irene twice weekly, on Sundays and in the afternoon on
Wednesdays. She adapted the song into Sprechgesang, so that I wouldn’t have to sing but rather speak, as I
progressed I found myself naturally hitting the right notes and the dance
routine I devised gave the whole drag act a very humourous sexual slant.
For those of you
that don’t know the song I’ve downloaded a video of Bessie Lee singing and have
given you the lyrics.
The venue, The
Nunnery was very small, but Barney designed a set with the help of Sarah
Roberts who also designed the costumes, and selected my very own slinky Drag dress
and high heels.
There was raked
seating at each end of the oblong hall, in the central area they constructed a
cell out of scaffolding; there was one metal door with a spy window through
which Nigel could peer through and make sure his prisoners were behaving
This gave the
sense of a very uncomfortable enclosed space. Four bunk beds were attached to
the structure at different heights; they were also made of scaffolding with
wooden boards and straw mattresses. Seats for the audience were also available
just under the lighting rig, here they sat on boards laid on the scaffolding
with their legs dangling into the upper reaches of the cell.
fantastically well, and one hundred and twenty-five patrons made a full-house;
some members of the public made a second visit to see the play solely because
they wanted to sit in the scaffolding.
We had five weeks
of rehearsal working eight to ten hours each day including Saturdays. The
get-in weekend was a frantic and hectic time. Mannie Manim designed the
lighting, it was very difficult for him as he had to light from all sides of
the venue and from above as well. This caused problems for us actors, as we had
to constantly aware of casting shadows on each other.
The show received
rave reviews from all the newspaper critics and my dragged rendition of “A good
man is hard to find” received its own round of cheers and applause.
We played to full
houses for six weeks, and if I remember correctly we had a two-week extension.
There was talk, when it was discovered that The Nunnery had another production
booked in, to find another venue. Unfortunately, there was not another small
venue available, and both Barney and Mannie knew that we would lose that
special undefinable effect that The Nunnery had.
So, the production
It hit the
headlines again later in the year in all the Johannesburg newspapers, when Paul
Slabolepszy won the best actor of the year, the
production the best production award and Barney was nominated for the best
director; he may even have won it, but my ageing grey matter’s hard drive can
not retrieve the information. Paul went on to even greater things and during the eighties till the present day he has become one of South Africa's playwrights winning numerous awards.
I can however give you the lyrics to
Bessie Smith’s song and the text of Shakespeare’s sonnet 29.
A good man is hard to find,
You always get the other kind
A good man is hard to find,
You always get the other kind
Just when you think that he's your pal,
You look for him and find
Him fooling around some other gal
Then you rave,
You even pray,
To see him laying in his grave
So if your man is nice,
You better take my advice
Hug him in the morning,
Kiss him every night,
Give him plenty loving,
Treat him right
Cause a good man now day's is hard to find
So if your man is nice,
You better take my advice
And hug him in the morning,
Kiss him every night,
Give him plenty loving,
And treat him right
For a good man now day's is hard to find
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings. PS: Now you've read this post, I would like you to comment on it. Say what you really think please. If you read any of the previous tales the same applies. It will be greatly appreciated. Thank you.
believe it would be a reasonable assumption for me to say that many of you go
to the cinema. That some of you may be aspiring movie critics or even be
addicts of the celluloid art.
how many of you stay till the final credits naming all those involved with the
production has faded to black?
many, is a fair answer.
every name listed on those credits gave their, perhaps menial talent, to the
creation that you have just viewed.
you ever wondered what the 2nd unit 3rd assistant director or the SF make-up
artist did? Or how the caterer got lunch to the whole crew and artists on the
lower Alpine slopes in that James Bond chase?
attempt to answer some of those questions.
production of a movie is very similar to the mounting of a military campaign.
The key word in both ventures is "Planning".
us assume that money has been raised and our movie has three executive
producers, who have hired a director and secured the involvement of 2
"Box-Office" names to play the leading male and female characters.
They have also got a guarantee to distribution of the finished product.
latter requirement ensures that the public will see the film in a cinema and
may also include DVD and television clauses.
was the genius of George Lucas when he started work on the first Star Wars
film. He made sure he controlled everything. Production, distribution and
marketing, even of the spin-of industries which included games, T-shirts, and
stroke of genius.
in most movies most of the profits go to the distributor. The producers are
next on the list, followed by possibly the director, depending on the clauses
in his contract.
crew and actors will see nothing, unless they have negotiated like Alec
Guinness when he appeared as Obi-Wan Kenobi in the first Star Wars movie, where
he asked for a small 2% of the gross takings paid to George Lucas.
estate to this day has earned approximately $95 million, and poor old James
Earl Jones, the voice of Darth Vader made only $7000!!
similar story can be seen in the phonemically successful film "The Full
actors in this film only received a paltry amount of the film's massive takings
of $250 million from a production budget of $3.5 million.
apologize for the above diversion into the financial shenanigans of the movie
move back to my opening statement.
or what is Grip or Gaffer?
who is the "Foleys Artist"?
the name, came from the first artist to add sound effects to a movie in
post-production, a Mr Jack Donovan Foley. He did this in the Universal Pictures
production of "The Jazz Singer" way back in 1915. He continued as a
Foley Artist till his death in 1967.
too, have worked as a Foley artist on a couple of feature films, treading on
old disused quarter inch recording tape to sound like footsteps on grass, I’ve
even opened and closed a few doors and once, using an effect I picked up in a
radio studio way back in the seventies, chopped through a cabbage with an axe
to replicate a beheading! Experience in the field of radio or as it was known,
wireless, is a great advantage should you wish to pursue this career.
Grip and a Gaffer are highly intricate jobs and a clear understanding of
weights and balances along with a firm understanding on how to tie a good knot
using either rope or plastic will stand you in good stead.
job is to rig up a camera in sometimes what seems to be an impossible location,
under a car, on top of a car, inside a car, half way down a perpendicular cliff
face, and even under water. The latter requires a highly specialized Grip who
can swim, dive and sometimes snorkel.
on have a guess.
he or she works on the “set” and is part of the set dressing department, which
oversees the decorating of a film set,
which includes the furnishings and all the other objects that will be seen in
the film.They work closely with the production designer and coordinate with the
art director and should an Academy Award be given, it is given jointly to both
the production designer and the set decorator.
if any greenery is required i.e.: flowers plants, or even trees in steps the
Greensman. He or she is a specialised set dresser
dealing with the artistic arrangement or landscape design of plant material,
sometimes real and sometimes artificial, and usually a combination of both.
Depending on the scope of the greens work in a film, the greensman may report
to the art director or may report directly to the production designer.
say the location is a nursery, this department can move into double figures
witha Greensmaster, greens supervisor, a foreperson, a leading hand, and
Another department with numerous worker and a hierarchical structure is
the costume department.
First there is the costume designer, who is responsible for all the
clothing and costumes worn by all the actors that appear on screen. He or she
will discuss withthe production designer to achieve an overall tone of the film.
Once they have interpreted the various characters appearing and decided
on the “look” they will have, in steps the costume buyer or Cutter, they may be
called afitter, a seamstress or a tailor. Some celebrity actors have
favorite cutters, and larger productions may hire several and have them on set
at the same time, particularly in period film projects that might have
complicated or expensive extras wardrobe.
If a Hollywood star is in the film often a “key costumer” is employed on
larger productions to manage the set costumers, and to handle the star's personal
A Costume standby person is present on set always. It is his/her
responsibility to monitor the quality and continuity of the actors and actresses
costumes before and during takes. He or she will also assist the actors and
actresses with dressing.
I could go on and on through all the departments involved on a
production, but suffice to say, on a large scale international well financed production
the list of technicians involved could be over three hundred possibly four or
five if modern green screen technology is used, and a lot of computer graphics
are required in post-production.
So, apart from their names on that endless list that comes at the end of
the movie, that hardly any of you stay behind and watch, what else do these
poor technicians have?
Well, they certainly have a longer and a more secure life than your
jobbing actor! Because work is almost always on offer in documentaries,
animation movies, news reporting, TV series and soaps, and Commercials which
are highly paid.
And finally, there is of course “The Wrap Party”!
Always a festive occasion which is paid for by The Producer/Producers
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