Chetspeak on Sunday
The camera moved in closer on Charlie, lying still, and Lars started to raise his hand, like he was about to make that chopping motion and say cut, when all of a sudden Charlie’s hands moved, wrapping themselves around the cowboy hat and holding it to his chest. Thad’s eyes misted over. And then Charlie opened his own eyes. For an instant they seemed to see Thad, and then they didn’t. Charlie’s eyes went totally blank and lifeless – I knew that look from my job, had seen it too often – and … and stayed that way!
“Charlie!” Bernie shouted, and ran onto the set. Me right with him, of course. We’re a lot alike, as I may have mentioned before.
– Climax of the movie-shooting scene from A Fistful of Collars. Lars is the director, Thad the star, and Charlie is Bernie’s 6-year-old son and (to everyone’s surprise) a suddenly budding actor.
Welcome Louise, the rescued Greyhound.
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