Mood: on fire
Well, the last 48 hours have been a whirlwind for me, that I had been building up to over the past month.
On Friday, I set off for Burbank, CA, to attend the Hollywood Autograph and Collector's show. I was planning to try and get in some words with Mr Bert I Gordon, as well as Joe Turkel. However, that was my routine for Saturday. On Friday, I was on another mission.
After winding through Burbank and into Beverly Hills, I made my way to the Merriam Herrick Library. The reason? Well, according to fellow VOTG fan D.C. Letcher, this library contained a copy of the film's script.
After getting my library pass and checking out the script, I felt like the reporter in the beginning of 'Citizen Kane,' when he sits down to read Mr Thatcher's memoirs. I had been looking forward to this moment for over a year.
The script was hardbound in a goldenrod-yellow color. The script was stamped with the name 'Frank Caffey,' who was the Production Manager on the film. The script was dated as a 'Final Draft on April 13, 1965. The final draft was printed on white pages. Throughout the script, there were several revised pages, printed in blue and dated April 19, 1965.
While I would have loved to have photocopied every single page of the 135 page piece, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences prohibited the photocopying of unpublished material (and unfortunately, I didn't have a laptop and at least 5 days to copy it all down).
However, I will be posting an article in the coming weeks about the differences between the final draft and the finished film.
And for a grand example of getting egg on my face, our very own Vicki London pointed out a major error that even passed me by. For years, I had wondered why I couldn't find much information on Kevin O'Neil. What made this problematic, was that Kevin's last name was actually spelled O'Neal! Kevin has actually had a pretty big career, and the O'Neals seem to be a pretty good-sized acting family (Kevin is actually Tatum O'Neal's uncle). Once again, we applaud Vicki for helping us out. Who knows what she'll find next (hopefully not the myriad spelling errors that we've been meaning to correct since day 56).