Cameron Crowe’s Elizabethtown Filming Journal
August 2004
August 2, 2004:
The Memphis filming arrives and we start early in the Arcade Restaurant. Drew sits and has a bowl of chili – “the
best in the world.” We then jump across the street to Earnestine
and Hazel’s, a legendary bar where the great blues and soul musicians of the
sixties used to gather. The bartender/owner is named Russell and we’d met him
on an earlier location scout. Russell is one of those guys who reeks of history
and tradition and quiet love of music. He’s hung onto this now-famous dive of a
club for years, and the photos on the wall are priceless and as indelible as
the grease-stained walls they hang on. I wrote Russell into the script after
the location scout, and though he was supposed to be on a fishing trip today,
he’s here and still seems surprised that I actually do want to film him. “I
thought all you Hollywood guys were bullshit, that you just wanted me to give
you a deal on the place…" But it’s true, I want to film him as much as the
place, and he stands here at his bar talking about the great Stax musicians of the past and Albert King and BB King and
Elvis, and it’s pure Gold.
After Earnestine and Hazel’s, we head down the street to the
Lorraine Motel, where Martin Luther King was assassinated and where today rests
the National Civil Rights Museum. It’s a hallowed, spooky, liberating and sobering spot. I’d come here
years ago in the '80s, on tour with my wife’s band, and visited the Lorraine. The neighborhood was in bad shape then, and the Lorraine was still an existing hotel, almost flophouse. A young girl in a red
dress had chased my rental car down the street, saying to me, “What are you
looking at? Why did you come here?” I’d never forgotten it, or that feeling of
looking up on that balcony where Dr. King was shot dead, and I’d written this
into the movie too as a place where Drew
visits.
I’ve always
gotten emotional here, even on the recent location scout where we planned out
shots, but today I’m disconnected in the way that I’m sure I need to be. We
have a lot of work to do, and originally we’d just wanted to shoot the outside,
but after visiting the museum I wanted to include that too. So, working closely
with John Toll, we have the run of the museum and we work through the inside,
moving upstairs to the powerful spot where King’s last motel room is preserved.
Orlando is particularly strong today, and deeply captures the feelings I’d
always wanted. It’s a lot about him realizing the insignificance of his own
problems, and seeing a bigger picture of life, and it’s all there in his eyes.
I’d wanted to
include Jackie, the last resident of the Lorraine, who lives out on the corner in protest to the gentrification of the
once very poor neighborhood. She’s lived on that corner, with a small stand
proclaiming that the museum and preservation of the Lorraine is an insult to King – “this shouldn’t be a tourist stop for the rich”
she told me on our last visit. But today I never get as far as even asking her
to be filmed. She turns her back on us the entire day, facing away, and she
won’t even take a small donation from me. “I won’t sell out to Hollywood,” she tells me. “Johnny Cash had nothing to do with Dr. King.” I explain
to her that we are not the Johnny Cash movie, and tell her a little about my
own movie, and she thinks about it for all of two seconds. “I still won’t sell
out and I won’t take your money.”
We finish the
day shooting from the actual balcony where King was murdered. Standing on that
very spot is not part of the tour, but we’re allowed out there for filming. It’s
a theme I’ve often written about – the spirits of what has come before are
still present in the place where events once occurred. It’s true in life, true
in my own experience with my dad, and it’s true of that corner where King last
stood. You cannot stand on that spot and not be affected. It’s an emotional
Bermuda Triangle, it sucks you into feelings far far greater than yourself. Standing on the balcony is
something I will never forget.
There is
still a little light left in the sky, and we race across downtown to an alley
John Toll, Orlando and I had discovered on a dinner visit to the Butcher
Shop steakhouse two nights earlier. We shoot Orlando in the alley—it’s a nice transition piece to have in the editing room.
It’s a wrap on Memphis. Tomorrow will be our toughest logistical day, so we all return to the
Peabody Hotel for a quick sleep and an early morning flight to Arkansas.
August 3, 2004:
The flight to
Arkansas is delayed because of fog, and we’re also a longer way to the filming
site than we’d anticipated. The site is Dinosaur World, a bizarre bit of Americana, and the world’s largest collection of man-made dinosaurs. The goal is
to shoot the Dinosaur Park in the morning and then race to Beaver Bridge for the filming of the Mississippi from a gorgeous bridge we’d found months earlier on a scout.
We get
through the Dinosaur Park but it’s a hard shoot with not a lot of time. With two units blazing
under the hot hot sun, and all possible bugs
devouring us, even through the repellants we’re all mixing and matching and
overusing, we get through the Dinosaur Park with just enough time to race onto Beaver Bridge.
Beaver Bridge is where all the pent-up emotions from the Lorraine start to hit me, and everybody else. We need to film Drew dancing alone here. When we get
here, there are many tourists and locals waiting. This was a location that was
widely published on the internet, and the “embarrassing dance” will actually be
seen by many. Orlando worries a little bit about it, but only for a moment. He quickly puts
the shrieks of nearby fans out of his mind, and I try out a piece of music.
He’s going to do the dance in a hall of trees just by the bridge, and then
afterwards we’ll move onto the bridge itself.
Something
happens in that hall of trees. Call it the music, or just the growing internal
life of Orlando as Drew, but
in one take this young actor’s whole working life seems to take a leap. It’s
one of those breathtaking moments you dream of in a movie – and I hope I’m not
jinxing it by writing this – but watching it, a whole raft of feelings start to
well up. I can feel my dad, my own family, all the
intentions of the script, start to come together. And when
the take is over, Orlando bounds back with a soul full of oxygen and
excitement and pride. He knows it, too.
It’s a truly great moment, and we move onto the bridge. More greatness follows.
I can’t help it, some tears squirt out as I watch Orlando walk proudly back down the bridge. Looking around, I’m not the only one
dabbing tears.
We shoot
until the sun disappears over the river, and fog starts to roll in. We squeeze
three or four more shots into these waning moments of sunlight. John Toll knows
how to shoot a place like this, and it’s the first movie we’ve been able to
infuse with this kind of imagery. What a great day. “This was something,” says
Toll. We return to the Best Western on the outskirts of town, and the hotel
restaurant stays open late to accommodate us. We all sit together in the
restaurant, still savoring the day. We are truly on the road together now.
A
breakthrough happened in that shady grove of trees just off Beaver Bridge. Even today, just minutes after the breakthrough happened, I knew I’d be
back to that grove and that bridge. Many breakthroughs happened, and many
barriers were jumped on that site. The seeds of all we saw and felt in Memphis made themselves known on that bridge. We continue onward, filled with
bug bites and happy/sad exhaustion, and I really wouldn’t want it any other
way.
August 7, 2004:
Scottsbluff, Nebraska. This is the sequence we’ve nicknamed Drivin'
and Cryin'. It involves Orlando as Drew being hit by a wave of
emotion he didn’t expect. Here on the Nebraska flatlands, the emotion catches up with him. He laughs and cries, and in
the middle of nowhere, he gets hit by a freight train of feelings. In one of my
conversations with Orlando when he was making the Ridley Scott movie he’d mentioned casually, “I’m
not sure I can cry on demand.” I put it out of my mind at the time. Today, I’m
wondering if it will be a problem, or at least something that we spend a lot of
time working out under that huge sweltering sky.
Speaking of the sky. It’s really beyond
words, this Nebraska sky. Music sounds different here. Everything feels different here
because the bigness and the spaciousness naturally fills
you with thought, and a sense of where you fit in the big picture.
Listening to
the radio on the way in, a local station is right on the money. “Tuesday’s
Gone” by Lynyrd Skynyrd is
playing, and I’m not sure I’ve ever loved the song more than I do on this day.
Driving down the stretch of road to the Scottsbluff Airport base-camp where we’ll start to tow the car and film Orlando’s big sequence—trying to forget that it’s a huge moment in the movie and
we’ve got to get it right and what if we don’t… The feeling of the song just
washes all that other stuff away. “Tuesday’s Gone” sets a bar for authenticity
and raw honesty for the whole day… and I can’t help but let some old feelings
wash over me. Van Zant was one of the first artists
I’d met as a young journalist who really believed, and read and rooted for my
writing… I wrote about him a lot, knew him well, and we pay him tribute in the
movie. When the song is over, the disc jockey announces that Lacy Van Zant, Ronnie’s father, had passed away recently. That’s big
news. Ronnie talked about Lacy a lot, was deeply influenced by the dad who
ironically outlived his powerful and poetic son. It’s a lot to think about and
remember. There is a lot going on here in Nebraska, it’s in the air. It’s in the 2000-mile stare in the eyes of most of the
crew as I arrive on the set at just after seven AM. Woody and Herb
Ault and John Toll will still be rigging the car and camera for some time. It’s
already hot, and that big sky beckons, so I decide to take a walk.
When you’re
the director, nobody likes you to take a walk. Taking a walk means many things.
First, if a question arises on the set and nobody can find the director, that’s
bad. Second, if you’re an on-set p.a. or assistant director, and you didn’t
notice where the director was walking or that he even left the set, that’s bad.
This is something you can lose a job over. Third, directors
taking a walk usually means something bad… There are stories from the
seventies of directors who took a walk, and didn’t come back for hours. This is
also bad. So even though I want to take a walk, alone, I can see heads turning
and walkie-talkies rising to mouths as I round the bend into the Nebraska flatlands.
But really I
just go around the corner, to the other side of a garage, and start to write
notes for the scene ahead. What do I want from Drew in this scene? I’ve written a million notes about this scene,
for the last two years, in my directing notes. Now the day is here… the car is
almost ready… and the message that comes back loud and clear is this: be free.
I write this down. Be Free. I decide that the pen is a lucky pen, and I will
only use this pen for the rest of the day.
Be free.
That’s the theme for today.
I feel peaceful
and centered after the walk. I go to Orlando and he’s getting ready. “Here’s my direction for the day,” I say. “Be
Free,” I say, probably a little grandly. He looks at me agreeably, but a little
strangely, like I’ve just announced, with great discovery in my voice, “The sky
is blue!” “Okay,” he says, “got it.”
I’m ready for
the scene. I’m completely ready, and confident and centered and peaceful. And I
have a plan.
The first
take goes a bit too much in the solemn vein. There’s been a lot of solemnity in
this sequence already. Instinctively, I look at Ana Maria, and we have a
shotgun conversation filled with the non sequitur of people who’ve now been
working very closely together and know the language. “It’s good but… “ “Yeah, you’re right…" “It should be more…"
“Yes.” During a break to reload film, I explain it to Orlando like this. “It needs to be more joyous.” He gets it. We too have our
shorthand. The take is great. For minutes on end, Orlando drives and cries and laughs. Now we’re on the right track. Pause to re-load film again. Orlando now is on the verge of his second big breakthrough, and we can all feel
it. On the break, by the side of the road in Nebraska, he asks me what’s next. I tell him this, “In band terms, we’ve already
got the scene, you’ve played Madison Square Garden, it went great… twenty
thousand people were there… now is the next night, it’s Poughkeepsie, the
pressure is off, now is when you go wild and try all kinds of new stuff, it’s
only three thousand people and no one is reviewing the show, it’s just for you
and the fans. Let’s go there.”
He gets it.
When I get
back to the insert car, John Toll is clearly on the same wavelength. “He should
do the dance in the car,” says John. The same direction, just
more succinct. We’re all in sync. “Do the dance in the car,” I tell Orlando just before we roll.
And this take
is the one. It’s all about high highs and low lows. It’s an iconic image, and I
twist the monitor over to Woody, who’s sitting next to me, and we just watch,
both of us welling up. After the take, a quick consultation
with Ana Maria. Do we need him crying, just sobbing? We look at the last
take from the day before, and put the sequence together in our minds. We don’t
need the obvious, he’s done it, and we’ve captured – I’m sure of it – the soul
of Drew’s
emotional unburdening. “We got it,” I say, and the small machine adapts and
prepares for the next sequence. A big part of the movie is in the can. It’s
crazy and it’s wild and here under the hot Nebraska sun, we’re right on schedule to grab another couple of shots of him
driving, just before lunch. Then it’s out to the peak of Scottsbluff.
We end the
day at sunset on the mountain peak overlooking the North Platte River, with a
close-up of Drew walking to the tip
of the overlook. John Toll is clearly loving the
light, we all are, and at the absolute zenith of near-sunset, a strange
realization happens as I work through my shot-list. I’m finished.
“It’s a wrap
on the Sojourn,” I announce, and it probably sounded like a question because
there was a lot of work to do, and there certainly had to be more we needed to
do, but… we’d done it all. Even though there are months left to film, it does
feel like an ending to a hard charge across these states, chasing the highs and
lows with pared-down crew and a lot of ambition for catching the beating heart
of the movie. I catch a ride back with John Toll. We sit and listen to the
radio while the driver drives us by the refurbished classic theatre they’ve
just about re-opened here in Scottsbluff. I’d love to take the movie here… but
that’s a long way off. As of tonight, we’ve completed an important part of the
movie. The reverberations continue throughout the whole story, and now it’s on
film. The silent communication with Toll is sometimes our best conversation. We
did it. And I’d like to think that the cheer that greets my announcement is
purely about the great shots we’ve gotten, and the performances that we’re
getting… but it’s not. It’s also about something else. Our crew is exhausted
from hauling, raising, moving, tweaking, towing and then packing back up again,
all to hit the mark we’ve just hit, with virtually no hitches along the way. A
crew cannot do this by accident, they pretty much have
to be… as Russell the Memphis bartender had said of James Brown… hungry. They are hungry, this crew,
but they are also actually hungry, as in no food too. This is not just a Tired,
but it’s a Great Tired… and by tradition, a Great Tired cannot be rewarded by
sleep.
A wrap party
for the Sojourn is hastily assembled for the crew. The invitation is passed
out, “Soul Journ celebrates it’s
last stop on the road… “ The party takes place at
Whiskey Creek, a steakhouse across the street from the Holiday Inn Express
where we’re all staying. We take over the restaurant and there is an explosion
of love and a feeling of accomplishment… mixed with intense hunger, of course.
The food is good, and we all wolf it down, while recapping the work we’ve just
done. Orlando signs autographs out front, and after staying a while, goes back across the street to
rest up. Tomorrow morning he begins his road trip back to California. In one way or another, we all make a pact. We must continue this
feeling into the rest of the movie, even though we’ll have to carefully preserve
the feeling of Kentucky and Nebraska, and Memphis and Oklahoma and Arkansas, and protect all these emotions as we continue filming in Los Angeles. It won’t be easy, but after what we’ve been through, it may not be that
hard either.
I love it
when life blurs with the movie. Just like in “Day for Night,” it’s all one big
experience. I suspect that the fun of the blurring is why we’re all here in the
middle of Nebraska, with sweat-filled shirts and shorts, standing here at the Whisky Creek.
This is the best part of the job… that and the part where I will show all these
people the movie they worked on, and hopefully we’ll all see that there along
the edges of each scene, is a record of the vibe we were all able to create
while making it. Each movie, in it’s own way, is a
diary of the experience you had making it. “I don’t know,” says John Toll as
we’re standing here, “there’s something happening with this movie… “
August 11, 2004:
Sitting on my
porch outside the bedroom tonight, I realize that I’m becoming addicted to this
journal. The process of writing is a freeing thing—it puts everything in
perspective and allows you to say and feel things that you didn’t fully
comprehend at the time. Today was our first day back after the Kentucky leg and the sojourn. I’m really proud of this film crew. Everyone is
thoroughly exhausted—how could they be anything but—but
somehow arriving and seeing your cohorts there, even at seven in the morning,
starts the adrenalin pumping again. It’s a funny thing about making a movie.
The set and the relationships, the gossip and the dramas and the drive of the
work we have to do, it’s all there from the first minute you arrive and
suddenly, you’re back in the jet stream. It’s only now, just before bed, that
the full weight of the day hits you. Yes, that’s right, I’m tired! But the
thousand decisions of the day, and the pressure of the
big clock ticking override all. You are never more awake then you are facing a
day of work.
We all showed
up today with a glint in our eyes. We accomplished a lot. Yesterday, John Toll
and Kirsten and Scott Robertson and others all put together a quick location
scout and a rehearsal. We were all beat… even cranky… but today, it all slipped
away when we saw each other and held our script pages. There was a lot of talk
about the two days we had essentially to ourselves, a lot of hails for
“Collateral,” which many of us had seen… and we set about getting Claire’s
apartment together for the filming of the next sequence. Claire’s apartment is
beautiful, a work of art by production designer Clay Griffith (who I’ve worked
with since “Say Anything,” when he started as my assistant) and set decorator
Robert Greenfield. It’s easily my favorite home set since Dorothy’s home in
“Jerry Maguire.” John Toll starts lighting the place, and we’re all still
buzzing over the sojourn and being back together. Then Kirsten hits the
set—it’s a full day with her working and no other actors—and we start shooting.
Suddenly we all simultaneously realize—oh yeah, this is work, you have to
wrench these scenes into working some times. Kirsten, the consummate
professional, takes a take or two to snap back into full Claire, and the same
can be said of us. We all need a take or two, and then—boom—we’re back. The day
continues at a furious pace, with me pitching new script lines at Kirsten just
moments before she acts them. It’s pure fun, pure adrenalin. “This is fun,”
Kirsten keeps saying. And it is. She’s wearing a pink Maker’s Mark shirt, a
reminder of our solid-gold time in Kentucky. And though she says she was happy to have gotten settled in her house
while we were on the road, you can tell that she’s happy to be back.
On the way
home tonight, Andy and I talk about what’s happening. We detail a few of the problems,
but it’s searching for something to be worried about, the natural state of a
director. After a few minutes of this, Andy blows the whistle. “You know what
the big problem is,” he asks. “Nothing.” Quietly, we
both agree that it’s true, and leave the fretting behind.
I think what
we’re all most excited about is that we’ve been able to preserve our spirit
from Kentucky and the road. Some of the crew is gone, other new ones are arriving, the
movie is definitely taking a turn for the more personal, more interior, and
everyone seems to know the common goal—we can’t slow down, we can’t get
complacent. And sure enough, we forge ahead and finish the day slightly ahead
of schedule. Now, sitting on my porch, my old friend exhaustion returns, but
exhaustion sure is easier at the end of a day like this. Better put a lid on
this quick. We all know what happens after you declare victory too early –
that’s when the bullets start flying. So I’ll just chalk this up as a great
day, and duck back into the foxhole until tomorrow.
August 16, 2004:
It’s Orlando Bloom’s week. The day starts on Paramount stage 16, and the
smell of movie history is in the air. It’s a big sound stage, rich in layers
and equipment and baffling and computer monitors and who knows how much cinema
history. I like working on this lot because it feels like the most old school
of all the Hollywood studio lots. This is the one that is the most like it always was, you
can tell from the historic photos from the days of Preston Sturgis and Howard
Hawks and Wilder, of course. I like the whole idea of doing a comedy for
Paramount Pictures. I’ve even brought some film scores from the romantic
comedies of the '60s, stuff to play to set the tone for some of the scenes.
The set is a
larger version of a room at the Louisville Brown Hotel, and the idea is that
this is where Drew goes at the end of
his longest day, the day in which he’s met much of the family he never knew,
and faced his dad in the casket. It’s an 18-page sequence, a very long phone
call with a lot of dialogue, as Drew
juggles phone calls from four different people, most of them at the same time.
It’s a lot of dialogue, probably more than I’ve ever had in a single sequence.
Judy Greer and Jessica Biel are on hand to do the
off-camera, and we set up a black screen in front of them so that Orlando will be able to talk and act with them, but not see them (because
they’re on the phone.) I love these actresses, they’re
funny and fearless physical comediennes who also happen to be beautiful in very
different and complimentary ways. It’s a real buzz to see them on the set,
sitting next to each other, both of them with books to read in the downtime,
and both of them here to support Orlando for his big sequence. (Not all actors make themselves available for “off
camera” on phone calls scenes, and many of them request to do it on the phone.
Greer and Biel were both anxious to go the extra mile and do it in person.) We make a
plan to do the phone call in manageable chunks. Orlando tells me that he didn’t sleep much the night before. That makes two of
us.
And then Orlando does something truly unbelievable. We set up to shoot the “master”—which
is the wide shot of the entire scene, in which Drew roams the hotel room—and we’re fully expecting our leading man
to tackle in it in pieces… but as we start to rehearse the scene, Bloom
does the entire scene. The entire scene. Pages and pages of dialogue. And he does it with relish.
This is what you call dedication to craft, and a love of the part. He’s a
remarkable actor. And watching him today, I keep thinking—he’s just getting
started.
He’s already
done so much in the movie, and now he shows us the deep loneliness of Drew and the verbal dexterity as well. By
the end of the day, we’ve dug deeply into the scene, covering it from many
angles. My favorite is a side-angle, shot by John Toll on a floating handheld
camera. I’d told Toll I wanted some handheld in the sequence, to give us a “fly
on the wall” feel. Toll, who began as one of the best operators ever in his
field, is operating again. Back to the roots. It’s a
great thing for all of us to remember on the movie. It’s a back to the roots
movie for many of us, a personal movie with a minimum of fireworks… but
watching a master like Toll capture this scene, and Bloom’s performance
(he’s a big Orlando fan, we all are) is like watching a master musician
playing solo again, after years of performing with a band. Nothing beats the
personal touch.
August 17, 2004:
Dailies with Orlando tonight are inspiring. There is something about the texture of this
movie that feels so right. And yet it always surprises me. If you look back at
the classic American comedies and dramas made during the forties and fifties,
even the sixties and seventies, there was a richness of texture. The movies
just looked more substantial, or more accurately like life. I’ve got six
notebooks of visual ideas for this movie, and storyboards too, and the many
conversations with John Toll and the actors have had an effect. We’re telling
the story in every possible way, with framing and shots and performance. That
was always our idea for this movie, from the first time I told John about the
movie, on the way back from our Gap ad. Tell the story in every frame of the
movie. And we knew we needed someone who could tell the story in his face.
“You’ve got the right actors,” John says, “and it frees us to do more… “ Toll has been a star at dailies too. Sometimes when a shot
comes up from the previous night or week, voices in the screening room say,
“Wow.” It’s been said before, but check out the
corners of the frames, the way light hits the objects behind and around the
actors. Toll is a painter.
I drive home
tonight with ideas for tomorrow, like importing more music into our on-set iTunes that I know will effect and inspire Orlando when I play it on the set. I’d mention the songs here, but I’ll probably
end up using a few of them and I want it to be a surprise.
September
2004