Sunday, September 12, 2010

Opera League Seminar: Il Postino



The 2010-11 Los Angeles Opera season is officially underway. Most people think the opera season begins with the opening night of the first opera. Nope. True opera die hards know the season really begins the weekend before, when the Opera League of Los Angeles puts on their first seminar on the fifth (and top) floor of our fair sprawling city's opera house, the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. As I've said in past posts, the volunteer-run Opera League of Los Angeles, which most people just call the League, is essentially the fan club for the LA Opera company.

This afternoon's seminar covered Il Postino (The Postman), the first opera of the season, opening this Saturday. If you're not big on opera, but the title still looks familiar, that's because it's the name of a popular Italian movie from the nineties. The plot's pretty simple. The main character is this young guy named Mario. When we first meet him, he's helping Dad with the fishing business, which you glean is a business that's been in the family for quite some time, partly because they don't live on the Italian mainland but on the island of Salina off the southern coast of Italy, just north of Sicily. Like most islands, fishing is one of Salina's dominant industries. The only problem is that Mario hates fishing. Desperate for a change of pace, he convinces the village's local postmaster to give him some work. The timing couldn't be better. The postmaster has a brand new route. The catch is, the route includes all of one person. Not just any person, but the Chilean poet Pablo Neruda, who recently relocated to Salina because his homeland has declared him an outlaw for being a Communist. The film starts with a newsreel showing Pablo arriving at the island and getting mobbed by throngs of adoring fans.

Mario's innocent in every way. He doesn't really get what a big deal it is to chat with Pablo every day. He didn't go to school very long before Dad wanted him to help out with the fishing, hence Mario's not very well read. Not to worry. Pablo can help out with that, and he can help Mario land Beatrice, the waitress at the local cafe. Pablo takes Mario under his literary wing and teaches him about the magic of words, the magic of poetry and metaphors, all that stuff. As you no doubt can guess, Mario eventually gets over his shyness so he can use said magic to win Beatrice's heart. This being a European film and not an American Hollywood studio production, Il Postino ends on sort of a downer note. When Pablo comes back to Salina years later to say hey to his pal Mario, he finds only Beatrice and her son by Mario, whom they named Pablo in the poet's honor. Mario himself, however, is dead. He was killed by police at a Communist rally before Pablito was born. What makes Mario's passing all the more tragic is that he didn't even go to the rally to protest. He'd written a poem and just wanted to give a reading. Then the cops showed up, people panicked, the cops got violent, you know the rest. But wait, you want to hear something even sadder? The film's leading man, Massimo Troisi, who played Mario as well as co-wrote the screenplay, died of a heart attack right after the film wrapped. He had some heart condition and was due to have surgery. But Massimo wanted to finish principal photography first so the rest of the cast and crew wouldn't have to sit around and twiddle their thumbs while he convalesced. Horrible, huh?

The film's based on a 1983 novel called Ardiente Paciencia (Burning Patience) by a guy named Antonio Skármeta, who was born in Chile to Croatian immigrant parents. The huge difference between the novel and the film is the former stays in Chile and features Pablo much older, circa 1970, not long before his death. In adapting it for the screen, director Michael Radford and company moved it to Italy twenty years earlier, inspired by a real-life visit Pablo made to the island of Capri in the early fifties.

The two speakers today were Daniel Catán and Susana Hernández Araico. Daniel's the guy who composed Il Postino, which is awesome. Like most opera companies, most of the operas LA Opera stages are the classics by long-dead composers, so to put on an opera and have the composer show up to talk about it is a real treat. A little background on Daniel. Originally from Mexico, he has no Spanish accent at all, having left home to attend school in the UK and US. First he went to the University of Sussex to get a degree in philosophy before going to the University of Southampton. He went across the pond to my home state of New Jersey to get his PhD from Princeton. Only after all of that did he return to his homeland to take the job of music administrator at the Palace of Fine Arts. He wrote essays about music while falling in love with opera. He knew Il Postino would make a great opera the first time he saw the film, but the rights were impossible to obtain due to all the screenwriters who'd contributed. In hindsight, that turned out to be a good thing. Today he said that, at the time, he wasn't ready to write a character like Pablo Neruda. So Daniel's first full-length opera was La Hija de Rappacini (Rappaccini's Daughter), which came out in 1994 when he was forty-five. Then he went to Houston Grand Opera for 1996's Florencia en el Amazonas, for which he collaborated with none other than Gabriel García Márquez as well as Márquez’s protégée, Marcela Fuentes-Berain. The opera was based on Márquez's Love in the Time of Cholera. It was the first ever Spanish opera commissioned by a major American opera company. LA Opera staged it in 1997. It had its European premier in Heidelberg in 2006. Florencia en el Amazonas was the beginning of a great relationship between Daniel and Houston Grand Opera. He stayed there and eventually produced a piece to coincide with their 50th anniversary season (2004-05), Salsipuedes: A Tale of Love, War, and Anchovies. It premiered there toward the start of the season in the fall of '04 and had its European premiere at Hagen, Germany in 2008. Like Mel Brooks' The Producers, it's a comedy about the Nazis. The title of the piece refers to the fictional Caribbean island where the story takes place in 1943. One opera critic called it a marriage of The Producers and Cosi Fan Tutte. Like the latter, it involves two sets of lovers who have trust issues. Meantime, you've got the island government's lone ship sent out to deal with Nazi submarines, and a corrupt island leader who's trying to make millions by striking a trade deal with the Nazis to sell them on the island's most precious export: anchovies. Houston Grand Opera had a lot of fun with the opera when it premiered. The ushers wore floral shirts and shorts and flip flops. The lobby bars served mojitos while images of palm trees were projected onto the walls. Il Postino is Daniel's first opera since Salsipuedes. Its world premiere will be here next week, and after this, it'll move on to Vienna and Paris. Daniel, meanwhile, will stay here. He's now settled in the Los Angeles area and teaches music at the College of the Canyons in Santa Clarita.

Susana Hernández Araico is a professor of Spanish and Latin American Literature in Cal Poly Pomona's department of English and Foreign Languages. This was super. The vast majority of the Opera League seminars feature the same rotating cast of academic characters, who are all wicked smart and excellent at speaking and presenting. Sometimes, though, it's nice to have variety, right? So props to the League for getting the composer as well as someone like Susana who has very specialized knowledge germane to the opera's backstory.

Before they spoke, Allan Edmiston came out and gave his usual welcome and thank-you spiel. If you've read even one of my League posts, you'll know that Allan is everyone's favorite heart surgeon and League seminar facilitator. His forte is Wagner. He is, or at least used to be, one of the top dawgs in the Wagner Society's LA branch. Today he gave a special shout-out to Ed and Alicia Clark. I'm not sure who they are, but going by what Allan said, Ed and Alicia's philanthropy is the only reason our production of Il Postino is possible. And of course Allan gave props to all us League members, especially the volunteers who keep the ship afloat.

Following Allan was League President Judy Lieb, a sprightly woman who possesses that special brand of contagious cheer. First, she plugged the upcoming Opera Volunteer Conference, an annual event put on by Opera Volunteers International, a group of people whose mandate is probably what you're thinking. Did you think opera could get this involved? That you'd have enough passionate opera goers to justify creating something like Opera Volunteers International? Go to just one opera and you won't be surprised anymore. After plugging the conference, Judy reminded us of what is probably the best and easiest way for folks to help out LA Opera: Do your grocery shopping at Ralphs. For you non-Angelinos, Ralphs is a local chain of grocery stores. I've got one about a block from me. They're everywhere in LA. In the past year or so, the League became part of the Ralphs Community Service program. If you have a Ralphs Club card, you can access your account on ralphs.com and designate LA Opera as the program you'd like to support. After that, whenever you buy stuff at Ralphs, making sure they scan your Club card of course, a portion of your tab goes to LA Opera. Judy also thanked Ed and Alicia Clark as well as the volunteers, including and especially Allan Edmiston and Anne Russell Sullivan. Anne serves as the social chair on the League’s executive committee. Judy extended her final thanks to the company that donated the piano used later in the seminar for some Il Postino excerpts.

And with that, the esteemed professor Susana Hernández Araico from Cal Poly Pomona and composer Daniel Catán came up to the stage and took their seats. Susana spoke first. You might think Ed and Alicia Clark had gotten enough gratitude already, but nope. Among the first words out of Susana’s mouth was another thanks to the Clarks, not only for Il Postino, but for Hispanics for LA Opera, a League offshoot specifically for LA's Hispanic opera fans. Check out hispanicsforlaopera.org when you get a chance.

Susana said she was thrilled to be here today because she loves to promote Hispanics in opera and literature. She's also fascinated with how stories evolve, and Il Postino has evolved quite a bit since that original novel was written. She said that almost everyone she meets only associates Il Postino with the mid nineties Italian film. They have no idea it comes from a Chilean novel written in the early eighties.

Susana pointed out that this seminar and the production of Il Postino are well timed with other anniversaries. Yesterday, September 11, besides the obvious anniversary you're thinking of, was also the anniversary of Chile's coup d'état. It was on September 11, 1973, that the socialist government of Salvador Allende was overthrown, with Salvador himself committing suicide. This was terrible news to Pablo Neruda. He'd already lived in exile once before, back in the forties and fifties because Salvador's predecessor didn't like him. When the socialists took over, they wanted Pablo to be president, but he deferred to Salvador. And then in the early seventies, Salvador literally came under fire from the military, precipitating a chain of events culminating with his death and Augusto Pinochet taking over with a military dictatorship. Things were supposed to improve under Pinochet, but of course they didn't. Pablo knew what was coming. Pinochet was a monster whose reign of terror lasted from 1973-90.

When I lived with my mom in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, we had a neighbor from Chile. He was a smart guy, intellectual type, exactly the kind of person evil dictators hate. I was in junior high at the time so of course I had no idea about Pinochet or international politics in general. My world was Nintendo and Keebler Elf cookies. What's interesting is that, while he was from Chile, his two kids, one of whom was close to my age, were from Brazil. What does that mean? I never did get the backstory, but we can put two and two together with help from hindsight. He probably didn't have the money to go straight from Chile to North Carolina, but he could get to Brazil. Not ideal, but at least he'd be out from under Pinochet's shadow. Is that where he met his wife? Or did they leave Chile together and then have Matthias and Diego in Brazil? Matthias was closer to my age, around ten or eleven or so. I was twelve.

Matthias and Diego. I'll never forget them. We had some awesome times playing basketball on that blacktop and playing all manner of games at the apartment complex swimming pool. I made them teach me some Portuguese, like how to count to ten, the stuff you usually want to know right away in a new language. To think of us kids in that place, a world away from Pinochet's Chile, makes me wonder what Matthias and Diego's Chilean father must've thought. I can just see him watching us playing while wondering what life would've been like had he stayed in his homeland.

Unfortunately the story has an ambiguous ending. When summer break arrived, I went up to Jersey to visit my father. When I came back in August, they'd gone back to Brazil. My mom and I ran into the father in the parking lot outside our building. He'd stayed behind to tie up loose ends and whatnot. I remember asking him if Matthias and Diego would ever come back, and he didn't say. Or maybe couldn't say, or perhaps didn't want to say. It was a very vague answer.

Susana pointed out another two anniversaries coming up. September 22 is the date in 1994 when Il Postino came out, and September 23 is the date in 1973, just twelve days after Chile's coup, when Pablo Neruda passed away at the age of sixty-nine. He died at a clinic in Santiago, back in the heart of his homeland. He'd been ailing with prostate cancer, but heart failure was listed as the official cause of death. In perhaps the first sign that things would be no better at all under the new regime, Pinochet forbade any large gatherings or processions in Pablo's honor. You think anyone listened? Hell no. Literally thousands of people crowded the streets to pay their respects to one of their country's greatest writers. Pablo's funeral, no doubt to Pinochet's disgust, was the big public event of the year.

Susana said she was at LA's central library downtown, just a few blocks from the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, when Antonio Skármeta was there and gave a talk about Ardiente Paciencia. In addition to writing the novel, he adapted it into a play as well as a film, all during the eighties. As for the 1994 film version we all know and love, that had a lot of people contributing to the screenplay, but Antonio wasn't one of them. Anyway, Susana said the film he wrote was filmed in Portugal, and the play was originally staged in Berlin.


She was quite right in assuming most of us in the audience knew very little about Antonio's original novel (or play or movie). So it was news to most of us that the novel's setting wasn't fifties Italy but late sixties and early seventies Chile. Pablo first fled Chile in the late forties when he was a senator in Chile's communist government and a very vocal critic of the opposition that soon took over and threatened to arrest him. He got the heck out of there and was removed from the senate in absentia. He traveled all over the place, to other parts of Chile, Argentina, Mexico and, yes, the Italian island of Capri. But then, as I mentioned above, more drama started happening in the early seventies. Susana told us the novel takes place mainly in 1969 with Pablo living in exile in the Chilean resort town of Isla Negra. In reality, he wasn't exiled at this time, but he did have a house in Isla Negra, which today is one of Chile's three Pablo Neruda museums. The novel mixes fact and fiction in other ways as well.

Susana said she really likes the island setting of Il Postino. She's the commodore of a sailing club, which is kind of amazing. I don't think I've ever met a commodore. At any rate, she said the point of this preface was to make us appreciate the creativity that's been applied to the personal events in the life of Pablo Neruda, and how that blend of fact and fiction helps us address grand themes while keeping the scale small and personal.

And with that, she dove into her lecture on Il Postino in the context of its geographical and cultural milieu. Ardiente Paciencia and Il Postino, Susana said, are "twin texts" that complement each other. First, you've got the novel. It's set in 1969 Chile. Susana said that people familiar with that time and place know right away about the upcoming presidential election. It was the election that could've made Pablo Neruda the president. People wanted him to run, enough people to suggest he had a real shot at winning, but instead he deferred to his pal Salvador Allende. So that's the novel's setup. With Il Postino, we're going back twenty years to the early fifties and an island off the coast of Italy. While Pablo did spend a year living in a friend's villa on Capri, off the west coast of Italy in the Tyrrhenian Sea, Il Postino is set on the island of Salina, one of the Aeolean Islands, still in the Tyrrhenian Sea but way down south by Sicily. Susana pointed out that the novel's characters are literate. Rosa, the mother of Mario's love interest Beatriz, reads Pablo's poems to her daughter, for example. In Il Postino, meanwhile, most folks in Mario's village can't read.

Susana said that some people have wondered about Pablo's politics, how he could remain a Communist after folks like Stalin and Mao came along. First, she pointed out that Pablo didn't even subscribe to Communism until the late forties, when he was in his mid forties or so. During the time between the film's early fifties and the novel's late sixties, Pablo rescinded support of Stalin and Mao. In 1956, three years after Stalin's death, his successor Nikita Khrushchev gave his so-called secret speeches, not because the speeches themselves were secret, but because the purpose of them was to spill the dirty, bloody secrets of Stalin's rule, how Papa Joe systematically and methodically starved, purged, and wiped out over thirty million of his own people. Mao racked up a similar death toll with his Cultural Revolution, but that didn't come until the seventies, after Pablo died. I suspect Pablo's disowning Mao came from the fact that Mao was pretty much installed as China's dictator by Stalin, so from Pablo's point of view, he was already guilty by association.

Susana also talked about how both the novel and the movie show the characters interacting with the arts, Pablo's poetry being the most obvious example. Another example would be the love of film. In the novel, Mario is a huge movie buff. His smile is described as a Burt Lancaster smile, which helps convince the postmaster to give him a job. We never actually see Mario go to the movies in the novel. It's only ever mentioned anecdotally. In the movie, Mario's love of film is, appropriately, established visually, and right away. The very first scene sees him at the village's local theater watching the newsreel. The theater's packed, and the audience talks at the screen like they do in Cinema Paradiso. We see the news footage of Pablo arriving at Salina and being greeted by the masses. As the camera follows him, someone in the audience spots their house in the background and yells it out to the rest of the theater. You can tell these people love being there and that they feed on the camaraderie and the feeling of community you get at the cinemas.

Susana delved a bit into art versus reality. She talked about "Naked," one of Pablo's more famous poems. In the movie, Mario uses it to woo Beatrice. He sends it to her in the mail, and she reads it aloud in the cafe with her mom standing nearby. I forget the exact words, but it's a sexy poem. Beatrice's mom takes the poem literally. Huge mistake with poems, especially poems by Pablo, a master at metaphor. Mom considers "Naked" porn and becomes horrified that Beatrice would have anything to do with that perv Mario. Susana said that Beatrice's mom's "naive identification of poetry" has to do with the film, and more importantly the film medium, being the reality half of the art versus reality equation, the art half of course being Pablo. A narrative feature film doesn't have much room for metaphors. What happens on screen is what you get. And that's the relationship of Beatrice's mom to the poem. What she hears her daughter read (she herself can't read, like most of the villagers) is, from her point of view, all she gets. So it's kind of a Russian doll type scenario. Our relationship to the narrative film medium is being reflected back at us by Beatrice's mom's relationship to the poem.


An elderly guy in the audience raised his hand and wanted to know what Daniel had to say about all this. Daniel got out of his chair to answer the question and said that, as a college professor, he felt like he had to be on his feet to talk or it just wouldn't feel right. First, he recapped a lot of what Susana said, about how different the novel is from the film and so on. He doesn't think it's a big deal that Il Postino took the story out of the novel's political context. You have to remember it's an Italian movie made first and foremost for Italian and in general European audiences. Why would audiences in nineties Europe care about Chile's politics from decades ago? You're supposed to make the audience relate to and sympathize with the characters, and forcing Chile's politics down their throats would've stymied that. Thus, the screenwriters made it a very personal story about a young Italian everyman with whom everyone in the audience could identify.

Now that he's writing an opera that will hopefully be consumed globally, Daniel's going to bet people might care a little about Pablo Neruda and his politics. In writing the libretto for Il Postino, he fleshed out the Pablo character in the context of his politics. And he did the same for Pablo's wife Matilde. He wanted to establish Pablo as a political exile as well as a mentor. It only amounted to one extra scene that wasn't in the movie, but Daniel said he'd felt very eager to write that scene for years before he finally did. It's a scene inspired by a scene in Verdi's Otello, when the title character tells the gods he can do whatever he wants, but not "this," whatever this is. I saw Otello at LA Opera but can't remember what that scene was about. When Daniel saw Otello as a youngster, none other than our very own Placido Domingo was playing Otello. Daniel's a good decade younger than Placido, but he says today he feels older, while the maestro still performs at opera houses all over the world with all that youthful energy. Daniel called this the "miracle of opera." So we'd know to look out for it, he said this new scene happens about halfway into act two. Pablo's hanging out at his villa with Matilde when Mario delivers a letter telling of massacres back in Chile. Pablo sings a song expressing his fear of dying in exile. Not dying violently, just dying at all. He's suddenly terrified he'll never see Chile again.

The exile theme hits home with Daniel. He's never actually been exiled, of course, but as you read above, he's traveled quite a bit, especially in the US and UK, so he at least can relate to that feeling of living far from home. He wanted us to be sure, however, that he felt at home living in Los Angeles. Apparently not all the singers in this opera feel that way. Daniel said some of them empathize with Pablo Neruda so acutely that they've broken down and cried during rehearsals. Cristina Gallardo-Domâs, the soprano who sings the part of Matilde, is from Chile. She was living there when Pinochet took over in '73. Ron Daniels, who directed this production, is from Brazil and, like Daniel, went to college in Britain. Apparently Ron and his college buddies got in a scrape with the law and burned their books and their apartment so they wouldn't go to jail. Even Daniel's twenty-two-year-old assistant wept from identifying so deeply with Pablo and his exile.


Daniel retained the film's setting to make the story universal for the audience, so that no matter who you are, you could identify with Pablo's situation. Jews would see Nazi Germany, Chileans would see Pinochet's Chile, you get the idea. One scene he did differently from the film was Mario's death at the end. I just saw the film recently on Netflix, and we don't really see Mario die. It jumps ahead a few years to when Pablo comes back to visit and meets little Pablito while Beatrice tells him about Mario dying at the protest while she was still pregnant. Daniel makes you see it full force.

He said the theme of the story is love and art, how love and art are two sides of the same coin. Mario finds love which, as it does for all of us, inspires him to improve himself. And what helps him improve? The poetry of Pablo. Like Mario, we all want to love and be loved, and art can get us there. Susana interjected to say Pablo Neruda would disagree, but Daniel insisted that Pablo wrote out of love and was a true humanitarian. Mario takes up poetry so he can land the love of his life, but he gets even more. He becomes a more rounded individual, more human. Using an operatic metaphor, Daniel said Mario starts out as a shallow Rossini comedy (e.g. The Barber of Seville) and becomes a deeper Mozart comedy (e.g. The Marriage of Figaro).

Susana said that in Ardiente Paciencia, Antonio Skármeta doesn't show Mario's death. Instead of getting killed at a riot, he's taken away by the secret police. And that's the last we see of him. Susan also said that Antonio uses humor and irony, and not just with Mario. Pablo especially comes across as having a robust sense of humor and cracks jokes all the time. Daniel said he met Antonio and told him to be proud of the novel. It's grown and evolved and now has a life of its own. Like a child, it grew up and moved out.


The last topic they covered before the break was the epilogue. Daniel pointed out that most operas that use an epilogue do so to let the audience know that everything's going to be okay, Don Giovanni being a prime example. Not so with Il Postino. Daniel uses an epilogue, alright, but for the opposite effect. Pablo comes back to find out Mario was killed. Daniel wants the audience to know that no, everything will not be okay. The world's tough, brutal, and capricious. He took it further by saying his epilogue is ultimately about us, the audience, since we're contending with the same world as Mario. This circles back to what he said about maintaining the film's fictional island setting so anyone in the audience can identify with the story and the characters. Susana mentioned the narrator in the novel, and how the narration provides what she called "enhanced reality," that sort of in-your-face life-can-really-suck-sometimes perspective Daniel aims for with his epilogue.

Susana asked him about his use of film in the opera, including during the epilogue. Daniel confirmed that he would be using a screen with projections for a few scenes. Not only that, but he's employing the same technology LA Opera used three years ago with Beethoven's Fidelio, which opened their 2007-08 season. I remember that quite vividly. I'm not sure what it's called, but it was a very clever and visually striking piece of wizardry they used to open the opera to lead us into the bowels of the prison where the story takes place. Daniel's using that same format, which didn't exist before Fidelio, for the epilogue when the police shoot and kill Mario. He also uses it to show the sea at one point as well as an interview with Pablo.

And that concludes the first half of the seminar. Pretty cool, huh? I had no idea Il Postino had all this background, context, and depth, but then again, that's why the Opera League puts on these things, to enrich our brains. At this point we had a good hour plus to enjoy our boxed lunches catered by the Patina Restaurant Group, which owns a bunch of restaurants in downtown LA. As I always do during the lunch breaks, I stuffed my notes into my backpack and took everything out to the Music Center plaza to get some sun and write in my journal while refueling.

When we reconvened upstairs at half past two, Daniel and Susana were sitting in the front row while on stage was a tenor named Diego, Placido's understudy for the role of Pablo. The accompanist was Jeremy Frank, assistant conductor who's starting his third season with LA Opera. Unfortunately Jeremy and Diego only had a half-hour to perform excerpts from Il Postino before Jeremy had to rush off to The Marriage of Figaro rehearsals at three. LA Opera typically produces two operas concurrently. Jeremy said thirty minutes was enough for three excerpts.


The first was a song halfway through the opera, the scene when Pablo gets the letter from home about all the people being killed. Matilde puts on a record to cheer him up, but Pablo can't help being scared he'll never see Chile again. That's the song Diego sung here. After Jeremy set up the context for us, Daniel chimed in to say that his students don't know what a record is. Vinyl makes him feel nostalgic for the fifties.

The second excerpt was from the first act, when Pablo starts teaching Mario about poetry and metaphors. Jeremy said it's the longest scene in the opera. Mario’s island home has always been beautiful, but Mario never appreciated it until now. Remember what I said above about Mario wanting to learn poetry to woo Beatrice but gaining so much more? Right away it starts to happen. Using the power of poetry and, I would say, language in general, Pablo gets Mario to stop taking his home for granted. The old master gets his new protege to use a metaphor by accident when he asks Mario how he feels, and Mario says he feels like he’s in a boat getting knocked around by Pablo’s poetry. And that’s when Pablo’s like, “Hey, you just created your very first metaphor. Congrats, kid!” In setting up the context for us, Jeremy said they’re using that same awesome screen technology I talked about above to show a hand writing with a pen in Pablo’s trademark green ink.

For the third and last excerpt, Diego sang the song where Pablo reads his poem "Desnuda" ("Nude") to Matilde. You'll recall it's the same poem Mario sends to Beatrice, which she reads aloud to her mom in the cafe. Diego may be an understudy, but he's pretty damned good. You have to figure someone who's qualified to understudy a living legend like Placido Domingo could land lead roles with smaller companies. This was a great piece to save for last because it was easily the best, the most "sublime" as opera connoisseurs like to say. Diego got a big ovation. And so did Jeremy for that matter. Give it up for the accompanist. After he ran off to Figaro rehearsals, Daniel came back up and talked briefly about songs versus arias. While arias of course have an end, they have to end in a forward direction so as not to compromise the opera's momentum. And it's for that reason, he posited, that songwriters, folks who write the modern stuff like rock and pop, have a tough time writing arias and operas in general.

Susana came back up to join Daniel for the last part of the seminar, a Q&A with the audience. The first question was for Daniel: Once he finished the libretto, how did he figure out the score? And did the movie's soundtrack influence him or otherwise factor in? Daniel said the soundtrack didn't get in the way at all. He said movie music is just texture, while opera music has to put you into the story and the character. He writes at least thirty percent of the score before he lets anyone know what he's working on. While he loves the story, the poetry, and the characters, the big challenge he knew he'd face from the beginning was Mario. In his opera, as in the movie, Mario starts out as inarticulate. Remember, he lives in a village where pretty much everyone is illiterate. But in opera the characters have to sing, which begs the question: How do you write an opera where one of the principal singers plays a character who can barely put two words together? That led Daniel to make Mario's condition an organic part of the singing. At the start of the opera, when Mario stutters, it's very rhythmic. And then by the end of the opera, of course, Mario's very literate and poetic, which is when the Mexican tenor playing him, Rolando Villazón, gets to let loose and "sing like a god," Daniel said.

The second question came from the same person: Did Daniel use motifs? He said no, he wanted something bigger than motifs because motifs can tie you down. When I think of motifs, I always think of Wagner, the man who practically invented them, or at least made them an art form. In fact, Daniel cited Wagner. He said Wagner's operas mandated motifs, but that doesn't mean every opera should have them. Mozart didn't need motifs or use them very much.

Third question (from a different person this time): Did Daniel write the libretto first? I'm no opera expert, but that's kind of an obvious question, isn't it? It's like asking a movie director if the script was written before the movie was shot. Daniel's a classy guy so he was very tactful with his answer. He also added that the libretto is a "lost art." As a librettist, you're like a TV or movie writer in that you're not married to the text like a novelist or playwright. When he writes libretti, he focuses on structure. Even in one-act operas, you have to keep structure in mind. An opera that's only one act would usually start the story in the middle of a three-act structure. He also said that he never writes a libretto chronologically. First, he gets the long scenes out of the way, the duets, the arias, etc., until the only scenes left are the easy peasy ones.


Fourth question: Since Dan mentioned that the rights to the film were initially impossible to get, how did he ultimately secure them? Daniel said he called up Antonio Skármeta and pitched it to him. At first, Antonio didn't think Daniel could do it, but he had seen Daniel's first full-length opera, Florencia en el Amazonas, and enjoyed it quite a bit. Antonio finally relented and let Daniel have the book rights. Once he had that, he didn’t necessarily need the movie rights, but he felt compelled to go after them anyway since his opera's story would resemble the movie's much more than the novel's. The reason it was so hard was because the rights were owned by so many people. The screenplay for Il Postino was written by five people, including the leading man who played Mario, Massimo Troisi. As I said above, he died less than a day after the filming ended, at which time his share of the rights was passed to his five kids. When another one of the screenwriters passed away, those rights went to his two kids. Daniel said that by the time he started pursuing the rights, they were spread across upwards of a dozen people. What's more, they all hated each other. And they really ran the gamut in terms of their social station. Some were wealthy, others not so. Some were "truck drivers," Daniel said. He and his wife flew to Italy to meet with all of them in person and eventually got letters of permission. When they were done, two of the rights owners went back to LA with Daniel and his wife, the screenwriter Anna Pavignano and her son. Anna's son was engaged to get married at the time, and the thought was to bring the fiancée to LA to get married here. But right after he got to LA, his wife called him and told him she was pregnant and to get his ass back there.

The next question was about the libretto: Would it be possible to read it before the opera? Daniel said it should be out any day now. Someone else asked if Daniel wrote the supertitles. He said yes, and it's been a ton of extra work. "No wonder composers end up blind," he said. What about singers, someone asked? Does Daniel like to use the same singers from opera to opera the way film directors sometimes use the same actors from movie to movie? Daniel said no, he likes to get the singers who are best for the part at that given time. He also said his wife is an accomplished singer. As for choruses, again it depends on the opera. For Il Postino, he didn't feel a chorus was necessary.

Next question: How did Daniel and Placido collaborate on the project? Daniel said that before the Chilean soprano Cristina Gallardo-Domâs was cast to play Pablo's wife Matilde, the Matilde role was a small one. Since Placido was playing Pablo and now had an awesome soprano to play his wife, he wanted Daniel to expand Matilde's role. Cristina was all for it. She arrived already having read the novel and showed it to Daniel. "See? She's a big character in the novel," she said to him. After attending a concert, the three of them had dinner on the fourth floor of the Dorothy Chandler (just below us). Placido took off his shoes, got comfy, and said he wanted Matilde to have a great aria that would ground Pablo. Cristina did so well and was so inspired by singing Matilde that she's releasing an album soon.

Last question: Is LA Opera making a DVD of this new production of Il Postino? Daniel's not sure, but he thinks so. Not only that, but it'll be the only DVD recording of this opera because Placido has already stated he doesn't want it to be recorded when it goes to Paris and Vienna next year.

And that's that, folks. By now it was half past three. Just as the accompanist Jeremy Frank had to bail a half-hour earlier for Figaro rehearsals, which we could hear from the fifth floor, Daniel had to get downstairs for Il Postino rehearsals. It should be a grand opera. I was already looking forward to it, but after today, I'm especially eager to see how it turned out. With a great story, great composer, singers like Placido and Cristina, and that awesome video technology, it should be a real treat.


Wednesday, September 8, 2010

At the Movies with Governor Tom: On Her Majesty's Secret Service


Tonight I went to the Aero in Santa Monica, one of two venues for the American Cinemateque (the other is the Egyptian in Hollywood), for a screening of On Her Majesty's Secret Service. Released in 1969, OHMSS is the sixth James Bond film and the only one featuring Ozzie George Lazenby as everyone's favorite MI6 agent. It's also notable for being the film where Bond gets married...only to have his bride shot and killed minutes after the wedding.

While it's number six in the movie series, it was number eleven in the series of books by Ian Fleming, published in 1963, the year the second Bond film, From Russia with Love (the fifth book, published in 1957, not to confuse you or anything), came out. Yes, before you ask, I did read the Ian Fleming books. Granted, it did take a while to get to them. Meanwhile, I devoured the movies a million times over starting around third grade or so. I remember one summer during my middle school years in the late eighties, the summer of '88 specifically, when I watched all of them in sequence, one day at a time over the course of fifteen days. The Living Daylights, the fifteenth film, released in 1987, was the newest one at the time. Since I was living with my mom, that meant my summers were spent with Dad in Jersey. Only, Dad wasn't around much. He worked up in his office on the second floor or taught summer school at Temple U., occasionally taking business trips to Washington, D.C. I didn't take up reading as a hobby until the summer of '89, and I couldn't play Dungeons & Dragons on the Commodore 64 forever. Solution? Movies! I couldn't drive yet so was prisoner to the library of VHS and, yes, Beta. And it was thanks to having both kinds of players that we got all the Bond films without paying for them. We'd rent them on one format and record them on a blank tape in the other format. The vast majority were rented on VHS and recorded onto Beta. Except for The Living Daylights. We rented that one on Beta and recorded it over onto VHS. I'm not sure why, but in hindsight I have to believe that by 1988, it was pretty clear who'd win the format dual. It's funny, I remember thinking how weird it was to have watched the first fourteen Bond films on Beta and then switch to this other, different format called VHS, which was pretty soon the only format.

My Bond fandom cooled off as the eighties became the nineties and I morphed into the abominable teenager. I didn't rekindle my Bond passion until the spring and summer of 1998 as I was finishing up my bachelor's in Film and Media Arts at Temple U. I don't know how or why. I guess, since it had been quite a while, I had the jones for a Bond reunion. I went to my local Best Buy in South Jersey and bought all the Bond films on these brand new VHS editions with cool covers that MGM had recently released. By that point, the Bond films numbered eighteen, the newest one being 1997's Tomorrow Never Dies, the second with Pierce Brosnan as Bond and Judi Dench as M (Judi Dench as M is one of the most brilliant examples of casting against type you'll ever see). Yes, I watched them in sequence, but no, I didn't watch one per day over consecutive days or what have you. Far from it. This was during the spring '98 semester, don't forget, my final semester. As in, I was heads down working on my senior capstone film project in addition to juggling all my other courses and working part-time at a law firm in downtown Philly, an experience I've since channeled into the Jellwagger serial on this very blog (like Jellwagger, I was a data entry clerk for the firm's marketing department). It was nuts and a half. But that's okay. I was older, more mellow, at least relative to my halcyon middle school days, so I was in no hurry to blitz through Bond. I'd watch one on the weekend and then perhaps the next one the following weekend. Or I could go several weekends before the next one. Did I mention it was a hectic time?

Even now, a dozen years later, I distinctly remember the feeling of rediscovery, starting with the opening gun barrel sequence. Sometimes they'd recycle the same sequence for several films, but a lot of times they'd use one and never use it again. OHMSS is of course a prime example. That's the only one with Mr. Lazenby, so the gun barrel opening for that could never be used again. I remember watching it on that new VHS edition. It was around April or May at this point. Graduation was weeks away, and I found a spare two hours one Saturday afternoon to fire up OHMSS in the living room when my dad and stepmom weren't around. When I saw that opening gun barrel with George, it felt like I was seeing it for the first time. It could've easily been ten years since I'd last seen it, not since that double-oh-summer of '88. The jazzy version of the gun barrel theme music, which now seems entirely appropriate after having seen George Lazenby in person, added to the newness. It was so different after the first five films, which used the more traditional gun barrel music we all know and love. And then of course, when Roger Moore took over Bond in the early seventies starting with the eighth film (based on the second book), Live and Let Die, it completely changed yet again. Anyways, you see what I mean. It took me all summer to finish up the Bonds. Even after I graduated at the end of May, my pace remained deliberate. Part of it was that I threw myself in full-time at that law firm in Philly to save as much money as I could before heading across the country to pursue my masters in creative writing at USC. I remember watching Live and Let Die around the time of the commencement, and then going a month or more before finally reaching the ninth film, The Man with the Golden Gun, which has Christopher Lee as the title villain. Did you know Christopher Lee is Ian Fleming's cousin? I didn't either until recently. Anyways, by the time Mom and I were heading across the country in my jam packed Sentra, I'd gotten up to A View to a Kill, the fourteenth film and the last for Roger Moore. While the title is taken from a Bond short story in the eighth book, For Your Eyes Only, the plot is completely different.

While of course I never had the chance to watch any Bond films during the ten-day adventure, I did involve them in a certain sense, and not just them, but all the movies I owned (and all on VHS, this was 1998, don't forget, and I didn't own a DVD player until 2002). Well, what happened was, and this is of course so ridiculous in hindsight, but I was afraid that leaving my two duffels full of VHS tapes in the car would damage them due to the heat that cars are so good at containing in the summer. My mom thought I was being an idiot. She never said it, but I could see it in her face. During the entire road trip, at every hotel, I'd lug both duffels of movies into the hotel room where they would be nice, safe, and cool. I'd park them in that sliver of floor space you usually get between the second bed and the wall.

I resumed the series literally the day my mom left me in L.A. We arrived on a Sunday, and she stuck around until Wednesday to help me move in and all that stuff. The day she left still ranks as one of the most traumatic days of my life. Not until the moment I saw her drive off in the Super Shuttle did I stop to ponder the implications of living three thousand miles away from the only world I'd ever known. After she was gone, I walked in a daze to the parking lot behind the Radisson where we'd been staying and drove my Sentra up the street and around the corner to my new studio digs. That night I watched the fifteenth Bond film, The Living Daylights. I enjoyed watching it and all. I didn't even mind Timothy Dalton so much, but I'll never forget that feeling of butterflies. I'd been trying to distract myself from it all day by keeping myself busy with unpacking and trekking the couple blocks down to USC campus to explore. But once I was settled for the night, my stomach was anything but. Those butterflies wouldn't sit still. I even remember thinking I'd start crying at any moment. But I survived. I enjoyed the film, had a decent night's sleep, and felt better the next day. To cap off day two of my new life, I watched number sixteen, License to Kill. The night after that? Number seventeen, GoldenEye, Pierce Brosnan's first one. I remember that third day being a Friday, which I decided right then and there was going to be my pizza day going forward. I had a Domino's across the street, so I walked over, picked up a pie, and brought it back to munch on during the film. As you can see, I settled in pretty fast and got over the butterflies. I can't remember if I watched Tomorrow Never Dies the next night, but I got to it soon enough.

I shouldn't talk about those early L.A. days without mentioning the GoldenEye video game for the N64. I became a console gamer the summer of '88. Yes, the same summer I spent at my father's in New Jersey watching all the Bond films. When I wasn't watching Bond or playing the Commodore 64, I helped my best pal Dave, the first person I met when we moved to Jersey in January 1983, deliver newspapers. This was the local paper, the Burlington County Times. When I flew back to Mom's in North Carolina in August, I had something like a hundred bucks in my pocket. Back then, to a kid who just turned twelve, that was a small fortune. You think I put it away for a rainy day or, heaven forfend, used it on school supplies or new clothes? Hell to the naw. I made Mom take me to that local box store near our place, a local version of K Mart, I'm drawing a blank on the name, where I put the cash on the barrel and walked out with a Nintendo Entertainment System (NES). I remember it came with a game cartridge featuring both Super Mario Brothers and Duck Hunt. Around the time I moved back up to Jersey for high school in 1990, Nintendo released its next generation console, the Super NES. Sega, meanwhile, responded with the Genesis. I have no idea why, maybe I wanted to try something different, but I got the Genesis. That got me through high school and most of college. And then in 1997, around the time I was going from junior to senior at Temple U., I decided to go back to Nintendo. Sega's third generation console was the Saturn, which I recall didn't get favorable reviews. Nintendo's N64, however, was getting glowing reviews. Better yet, one of the first games released for the N64 was GoldenEye. Yes, as in a video game adapted from the eponymous Bond movie.

Bond mania was back. Six years had elapsed between Licence to Kill, Timothy Dalton's swan song, and Pierce Brosnan's intro with GoldenEye. I forget the details, but the Bond producers, Barbara Broccoli, wife of the original Bond producer Albert "Cubby" Broccoli, and her stepson Michael Wilson, got embroiled in a lawsuit with Ted Turner about rights to show the Bond films on one of his networks. TBS, I believe. The Broccoli family has a history of taking over-the-top measures to protect the Bond franchise. A few years ago I saw Pierce Brosnan at the ArcLight Hollywood for a Q&A following a screening of his 1999 remake of The Thomas Crown Affair. This was in 2004, two years after his fourth, and what would be his last, Bond film, Die Another Day. Someone in the audience asked him if he'd be back for a fifth Bond film. Poor Pierce had no idea. He said the Broccolis had his number if they wanted to negotiate a new contract. Around that same time, he was quoted in an interview saying about the Broccolis and their approach to Bond films: "They're too scared. They feel they have to top themselves in a genre which is just spectacle and a huge bang for your buck. But I think you can have your cake and eat it. You can have real character work, a character storyline and a thriller aspect and all kinds of quips, asides, the explosions and the women. We're just saturated with too many overblown action films with no plot. That's ludicrous. It's so damn crazy! That's absolutely sheer lunacy because Casino Royale is the blueprint of the Bond character. You find out more about James Bond in that book than in any of the other books. I would love to do a fifth Bond and then bow out, but if this last one is to be my last, then so be it. My contract is up. They can do it or not."

Not long after that, someone from the Broccoli office gave Brosnan a ring-a-ding to say they were giving him the ring-a-ding-dump. I read, I think it was in Entertainment Weekly, that Brosnan was shocked by the abrupt manner with which they dropped him like a bad habit. The films were admittedly getting a bit stale. While I enjoyed the first and third ones he did, GoldenEye and The World Is Not Enough (despite the horrific casting of Denise Richards as a nuclear goddam scientist), Tomorrow Never Dies and especially Die Another Day were ho-hum. If the Broccolis weren't happy with them, they have no one to blame but themselves. Pierce was awesome as Bond. Once he knew he wouldn't be Bond anymore, though, he was quoted as saying: "It never felt real to me. I never felt I had complete ownership over Bond. Because you'd have these stupid one-liners - which I loathed - and I always felt phony doing them. I'd look at myself in the suit and tie and think, 'What the heck am I doing here?' Such sentiments were nothing new. That was always the frustrating thing about the role. Barbara Broccoli and Michael G. Wilson play it so safe. The pomposity and rigmarole that they put directors through is astounding....I can do anything I want to do now. I'm not beholden to them or anyone. I'm not shackled by some contracted image." He later clarified that he was definitely grateful for how those four films collectively bolstered his stardom and clout in the industry. The Bond studio, MGM, even gave him office space for his own production company, Irish Dreamtime, which released that great little Irish film Evelyn in the fall of 2002, around the same time as Die Another Day. Just to make sure people didn't misunderstand him, he said: "Look, I'm thankful, the role made me an international star. I've been in the backwaters of Papua New Guinea and heard, 'Hey, Bond.'"


Anyway, the point of all that was, back when Pierce first became Bond in GoldenEye, it was a big deal, and Nintendo jumped on that double-oh-band wagon in brilliant fashion. GoldenEye was one of the first games for that platform and remained one of the most popular. Even if you're not a hardcore Bond fan like me, it's still an awesome game. The graphics and especially the sound, and how the sound effects were so true to the Bond sound effects style (that'll make sense if you're a Bond fan), were awesome. If I recall correctly, the game let you choose the level of difficulty, and I set it at the most difficult one. Hey, I'm a Bond fan, if I'm going to beat a Bond game, I want it to be worth the effort. And quite a bit of effort it took. By the time I moved out to L.A. in August of 1998, I still hadn't beaten it. Get this: During the two days I stayed with Mom before she and I set off on our ten-day cross-country trip, I went to the trouble of unpacking the N64 so I could continue working on GoldenEye while she was at work. From what I recall, I actually made some progress and finished off a level or two. I eventually beat it after settling in at SC. But man, it was tough.

I didn't mean to take you down that massive digression from tonight's screening, but it wouldn't feel right to talk about my attending this or any Bond event without giving you my Bond background. Hopefully it helps you appreciate how cool it was for me to see George Lazenby in person at long last, and how cool it is to see any Bond film, especially the older ones, on the big screen. This was my second time seeing OHMSS in the theater, the first time as part of a five-day ten-film Bond festival at the Nuart in West L.A. The Five Faces of Bond was such a smashing success and got more butts in those art house seats in five days than the Nuart probably sees in a month or more. Why they haven't done a Bond festival since is a complete mystery. I'd hate to think the Broccoli family put the kibosh on it.

OHMSS features none other than Telly "Kojak" Savalas as Bond's arch nemesis Ernst Stavro Blofeld. This was two years before he started Kojak. Bond forms an alliance with this other European crime lord named Drago to track down Blofeld. Drago only agrees to help Bond if Bond agrees to go out with his suicidal daughter, Tracy. At first, Bond and Tracy's relationship is perfunctory, but soon enough they fall in love, which makes it complicated when Bond has to leave her to go after Blofeld. Suffice it to say that Bond foils Blofeld's plans and marries Tracy, only to have Blofeld and his henchwoman Irma Bunt shoot her dead on the Autobahn right after the ceremony. Roll credits.

Yes, it's a downer ending. It was the only Bond film with a downer ending before Casino Royale. When you watch the Bond films in sequence, it's quite jarring to go from Connery to Lazenby, but George grows on you. I think the film's great overall for how it bucks the Bond formula by devoting a significant amount of celluloid to Bond's romancing Tracy and for how, while Bond wins in one sense, he also loses in a very real other sense. Some fans call OHMSS the best Bond film ever. I don't think so. I think they say that because the book on which it's based is generally considered one of the strongest Bond books. It's definitely a terrific film, though, don't get me wrong. Pierce Brosnan calls it his least favorite Bond film. I have no idea what he's talking about or why he'd think that. Did he like The Man with the Golden Gun better? I'd be surprised.

Let's get to the Q&A with the inimitable George Lazenby. This kat was a character and a half. When Pierce Brosnan was asked about the other actors who played Bond, he said about George: "George is just an angry, old, pissed-off guy. He was never an actor, but some pissed-off Aussie who doesn't know how to show his feminine side. I met him, and he's got that kind of brittle edge to him." Pierce was very complimentary about all the other Bonds, especially Sean Connery, who he said will always be the real Bond to him. That's understandable, especially since Goldfinger was one of the first movies he ever saw on the big screen as a wee lad in Ireland. He's also very complimentary of Daniel Craig.

During the Q&A tonight, George Lazenby didn't strike me as bitter or pissed off at all. That might've been because of all the fans in the audience, which obviously put him in a good mood. He did mention that his former tennis pro wife, Pam Shriver, recently filed for divorce. That was a bit of a shocker, I had no idea. I know they've been together a good while and officially tied the knot about ten years ago. They have a house in the Hollywood Hills, and she makes her living now as a tennis analyst and commentator on ESPN. Pam always struck me as very attractive, not to speak of smart, so I was jealous of George when he landed her.

But let's not dwell on downer subject matter since he didn't. The overall tone of tonight was one of comedy. George had us rolling on our Bond-loving asses, recounting his halcyon days with a straight face. Originally from Queanbeyan, New South Wales, Australia, a town George described as your typical Nowheresville type of place, he moved to London in the sixties, when he was in his twenties, to be a model. He had no trouble finding work or, apparently, women. George said one of the things that made it so easy to pick up women was how stiff and conservative English guys were. Unlike in Queanbeyan, he didn't have any competition. He said his hometown had about five guys for every one girl, so the competition was fierce. London was the opposite with plenty of women and guys who weren't trying very hard apparently. Swearing he wasn't exaggerating, George said he scored literally every night, that he was "living the sixties with all the women on the pill." Even that gets old, I guess, because he said that in the late sixties he was burned out and left London for Paris. He was sharing a flat with an actor friend, with whom he shared women, even though this actor apparently had a girlfriend back in London. Anyway, George said the R&R didn't last long before his agent phoned and told him to go back to London and get back to work. Even George's actor buddy concurred. This actor buddy also made George take that girlfriend in London to some movie premiere. In stark contrast to Pierce Brosnan, who discovered his love for movies, as I mentioned above, during his childhood in Ireland, George Lazenby never had any such cinematic love affair. As a youngster in Oz, he was more of an outdoorsy type guy. Going to these premieres in London marked the first time he started going to movies on any consistent basis.


Anyway, so George followed everyone's advice and went back to London to work again. This is when he met Dyson Lovell, an actor about his age who was starting to get into the producing side of things. His acting credits included guest stints on The Saint and The Avengers, which of course starred George's eventual OHMSS wife, and he played Rawdon Crawley in a miniseries adaptation of Vanity Fair. He never did get involved in the Bond franchise, either as an actor or producer. When he finally did start producing, he did stuff like The Champ, the Mel Gibson version of Hamlet, and that awesome TV movie Merlin with Sam Neill that came out in '98, just before I moved to L.A. I rented that when I was living at SC and really enjoyed it. Dyson also did Lonesome Dove, another TV masterpiece, IMHO. So he's done some great stuff, but apparently he's not the nicest man in the world, at least he wasn't when George knew him. George said that Peter Hunt, who directed OHMSS, called Dyson Lovell and Bond producer Harry Saltzman "the two most ruthless people in the film business."

Upon returning to London, George met Dyson to talk about the transition from modeling to acting. It got off to an inauspicious start when George showed up at Dyson's office for the interview and got kicked out straightaway for looking like shit. George said he was wearing street clothes, had big sideburns, all that stuff. Ever determined, he tracked down Sean Connery's barber, got a shave, haircut, buff, and polish, bought a proper English suit, and went right back to Dyson's office. He loitered out of sight until the receptionist wasn't paying attention and then walked straight into the man's office.

George said he fed Dyson a load of bullshit about having acted in TV shows and movies all over the world. And since you didn't have things like the Internet and IMDb back then, coupled with George's charm and charisma, Dyson lapped it up. As it happened, Harry Saltzman's office was across the street. Dyson wasted no time in heading over to tell him about George. The fifth Bond film, You Only Live Twice, was already in the can, and Sean Connery didn't want to do Bond anymore (although he would come back one last time for number seven, Diamonds Are Forever). Dyson knew Harry was looking for a new Bond and thought George was a good candidate.

George said that when he showed up for the interview, Harry wasn't wearing shoes, and he told Harry point blank that he wasn't in the mood to look at the man's socks. That's just the kind of attitude Harry was looking for, as well as George's self-assurance around women. And so George became the next Bond. He said that when he told OHMSS director Peter Hunt about how he'd lied his way into the job, Peter literally fell out of his chair laughing. The humor, however, didn't last. According to George, Peter came to resent how he'd conned Harry. I'm sure there was more to it than that. Remember, George had no acting experience. They started shooting, and Peter realized his James Bond had no idea how to act. This was Peter's directing debut. And it was a Bond film for Pete's sake, so you've got double-oh pressure here. George said things got so bad that Peter refused to talk to him and communicated by passing notes via a production assistant. During the second week of filming, on March 11, 1969, Peter celebrated his forty-fourth birthday. The producers threw him a party for which all the cast and crew were invited. George said that Harry got Peter a big mink coat or something. When Peter showed up to the dinner, he saw George sitting on one side of Harry with an empty chair on the other side for him. What did he do? He walked out. Harry gave the coat to George.

George swore he made an honest effort at becoming a better actor. For that last scene when Tracy's shot and Bond cradles her body in his arms, George said he worked really hard on preparing and crying at just the right time and all that. When he showed up to shoot the scene, he nailed it with real tears and everything. What did Peter do? He made George redo the scene without tears, and that's what you see in the final cut.

Regarding his relationship with leading lady Diana Rigg, George said all the rumors were true: She didn't like him. Apparently his reputation with the ladies preceded him. When they first met, Diana asked him to hold back on the philandering and sleeping around while they were shooting the film. George interpreted that as her trying to control him. What happened was, one day he was having sex with the receptionist from the hotel where the cast and crew were staying in Switzerland. Not only that, but they were having sex in a tent that belonged to the film's stunt crew. Apparently they agreed to let George borrow it for the romp, but what he didn't know was that they'd pull up the tent at the very moment Diana walked by.

You won't be surprised to learn that George got along great with Telly Savalas. He said Telly always showed up on the set with an entourage, including a lot of his Greek-born and Greek-American family. I saw a documentary on Telly on A&E once and recall how he grew up in a tightknit family in New York with Greek immigrant parents who forbade English in the household. During downtime on the set, George and Telly and the Savalas clan would play cards. Telly was especially interested in all the per diem George wasn't using. At first, the producers were going to give George a per diem of a hundred bucks. George heard that Sean Connery got a thousand and somehow convinced them to give him a thousand as well. What's more, he never had to use it. Remember, he was James Bond. Wherever the guy went, drinks were on the house. The meals were paid for. You believe that shit? A thousand bucks a day. Mind you, this was '69. Adjusted for forty years' inflation, we're talking a good six grand a day. Considering that Bond flicks take a couple months to shoot, you're looking at six figures, and that's in addition to the salary for the film and any percentage of receipts. Harry Saltzman was convinced Telly would take George to the cleaners and told Telly to leave his Bond alone.


The other Telly story George related was about the watch Dana Broccoli got for her husband Cubby, the other main Bond producer besides Harry Saltzman. George thought the watch was ugly. Telly really liked it, though, and went out and got himself one. He thought George should have one too. So Cubby gave George his, and George didn't have the heart to reject it. He still has it today.

It was inevitable George would have to explain why he only did one Bond film. I know it's something I've always wondered. He told us point blank we could all thank Ronan O'Rahilly. You may not have heard of him, but have you heard of Radio Caroline? When those DJs set up shop on a boat and broadcast whatever they wanted so as to circumnavigate (pun intended) record company and BBC control? They basically repurposed this old ship and sailed it off the coast of Britain, just outside British territorial waters, and became a floating independent radio station. You may have seen or heard of the 2009 film Pirate Radio with Philip Seymour Hoffman. While that was fictional, it was inspired by Radio Caroline, and some of the characters in the film are composites of real people. Anyway, Ronan O'Rahilly was the brain behind that. He was an Irish guy around the same age as George. By the time George was making OHMSS, Radio Caroline was already five years old, making Ronan a name to conjure and a force to reckon with. George didn't say how they met, but they became friends during the sixties. He had a lot of respect for Ronan. Apparently Ronan helped book George on a talk show the same time John Lennon was there. George idolized Lennon so that was a huge deal for him.

Now you might wonder why the producers would want George back? He lied to them to get the part and followed that up by pissing off both the director and the leading lady. Well, what happened was, Cubby and Harry didn't make George sign a contract before shooting the film. The suits back at United Artists, the Bond franchise's parent studio, were livid. With no tie to a contract, George had de facto clout. The suits brought him into a room and made him this incredible offer. First, they offered him a contract to do another seven Bond films. Seven. By now you can see how lucrative doing one Bond film is, now imagine seven. But wait, it gets even sweeter. They pointed at this shelf full of books and told George he could pick any book on that shelf and they'd make it into a movie with him in the lead and that he'd get a million bucks per picture, and that he could do that between Bond films.

For whatever bizarre reason, Ronan was convinced the Bond franchise was over. He said the Bond character was a dinosaur out of touch with his times and would never survive the seventies. You believe that shit? What's worse, George believed him and turned down the contract. You should've heard the groans in the audience. Roger Moore, who played Bond in seven films after Connery came back one last time for Diamonds Are Forever, has said that he knew George at the time and has seen him several times since. George told him, like he told us tonight, that it was rotten advice and he should never have listened to Ronan. He didn't sound bitter or angry at Ronan at all, I should add. In the end it was George's fault, right? And who knows? At the time, with the sixties about to become the seventies, and Vietnam and all the political unrest, maybe Bond was starting to feel irrelevant. And for a while, maybe it seemed Ronan was right. When Diamonds Are Forever came out two years later, it wasn't very well received, and justifiably so. To this day it ranks as one of the worst films in the franchise. I saw it not too long ago at the ArcLight Hollywood, and when it was over and we were walking out, I overheard someone say, "The whole thing is such a mess." But then along came Roger Moore who made a bloody fortune across seven films. By the time he was on his third one (tenth overall), The Spy Who Loved Me (1977), he was pulling in something like five percent of the gross, a massive piece of the action.

"I was an idiot," George said tonight. So instead of making zillions playing Bond, George said he traveled to Malta, bought a catamaran, and sailed to Sicily with his girlfriend. Eventually he was flat broke, broke up with his girl, and went back to Queanbeyan and moved back in with Mom. He didn't sulk for long, though. He moved to Hollywood and leveraged his contacts to drum up a career. Only two years after OHMSS, he starred in and co-executive produced (with Ronan, ironically) Universal Soldier. And he kept at it from there and toughed out a career, settling in the Hollywood Hills where he still lives today.

Among the projects he almost did was that terrific eighties show The Equalizer. The way George told it tonight, he was sitting around with Mike Sloan, a prolific TV writer-producer, and pitched him the idea for the show. Next thing he knows, The Equalizer debuts in '85 with Mike Sloan credited as the creator and Edward Woodward as the title character. George didn't say outright that Mike Sloan stole his idea and stabbed him in the back, but the implication was clear. George swears he's not bitter, about the The Equalizer or Bond or anything else, nor did he seem that way. He recalled running into Sean Connery in a restaurant and showing him a newspaper clipping that said George was bitter. They shared a laugh about that.


Speaking of The Equalizer, George told us his fellow Ozzie Russell Crowe is making a movie version of it. He recalled taking Russell under his wing when Russell was an unknown actor in L.A. trying to make it in the biz. At the time George was spending the majority of the year at his house in Hawaii, and he basically let Russell live rent free in his L.A. apartment. As you can imagine, any starving actor would kill for that arrangement. George also advised Russell that if he wanted to find work, best to hide that Ozzie accent and learn to talk Yankee, which Russell obviously took to heart. When I first saw him in L.A. Confidential, his American accent totally fooled me. I had no clue he was Australian until sometime afterward. You might think Russell and George are still friends, but no. George has tried repeatedly to contact him since Russell went big time, but apparently Russell won't talk to him anymore. Are you noticing a trend? George seems to have this effect on people.

One more name you can add to that list is Kevin McClory, the producer who tried to start a rival Bond franchise with Sony. He had the rights to Thunderball, the fourth film that came out in '65. And then in '83 he remade it as Never Say Never Again, which was a completely redundant movie that I'm amazed he thought was a good idea. He tried to take it further by making more Bond films that would be original stories instead of recycled ones. Barbara Broccoli and her stepson Michael G. Wilson, as well as the suits at UA, took McClory and Sony to court and convinced the judge to block McClory from ever making another Bond film again, which of course was the ideal outcome. George's only relationship to McClory was hitting on his girlfriend in a bar in Germany. George swears he didn't know the girl was taken. It didn't help that she was responding to his advances. Whatever the case, chalk up Kevin McClory as another potential movie biz contact whom George alienated. Not that it matters now. McClory passed away four years ago.

Someone asked him about his military experience. George was very handy with a rifle. His dad taught him how to shoot from the age of five and was a tough instructor. He said Dad kicked his butt after every miss. By the time he was out of high school, his aim was needlepoint accurate. The Australian Army used him as a sniper.

And that's George Lazenby. No bullshit. What you see is what you get. While it's too bad about Pam Shriver divorcing him, at least they have three younglings who George says melt his heart. He just wishes he'd had them twenty or thirty years ago when he wasn't such a "softy," as he put it. He did have two kids in the seventies with Christina Gannett, whom he met on the set of Universal Soldier. One of them died in 1994 from brain cancer at the age of twenty. George never talked about that or his marriage to Christina. The other child is a daughter named Melanie who's in her late thirties and works in Manhattan as a very successful real estate agent. After all the people George has managed to piss off, I wonder if Melanie and Dad have a relationship?


Sunday, September 5, 2010

Los Angeles Times Celebration of Food and Wine





Today I trekked over the hill to Paramount Studios in Hollywood, the only major movie studio physically located in Hollywood, for the Los Angeles Times Celebration of Food and Wine. This is a brand spanking new event the Los Angeles Times has started in conjunction with the magazine Food & Wine, and it's sort of in that same vein as my favorite event of the year, the L.A. Times Festival of Books.

I'm not exactly the biggest gourmand you've ever met. Far from it. In fact, I've always called myself a garbage disposal. Still, I had nothing better to do on this Labor Day weekend Sunday. And as a movie buff, visiting a place like Paramount, one of the oldest and most legendary movie studios in town, for whatever reason, is always pretty cool.

Paramount's located on Melrose Ave. in Hollywood. Yes, THAT Melrose. The nearby mostly Latino neighborhood was throwing a full-on party and parade in honor of Mexico's bicentennial. Streets were closed, so I had to go down side streets different from what I'd planned with Yahoo! Maps' help, but it's all good. What little I saw of the bicentennial festival looked awesome. Coincidentally, at work next week, when I build out the Q3 newsletter for my department, the design theme's going to be Mexico in honor of their lucky 200th.

I got there at half past eleven, a good half-hour before the event started. With nary a cloud in the sky, the weather was a postcard. Perhaps a bit too postcard. While waiting in line for the gate to open, I must've sweated a good pint or so. That sun beat down on me like you'd beat a drum during a welcoming fanfare. "Welcome to the first annual celebration of food and booze!"

Once we got in and I could start walking around, I got more comfortable. The event didn't take up the entire Paramount property. Paramount Studios is massive. No, this took place on one of their backlots, which is itself a fairly decent sized piece of land. When you go in, you've got this huge stretch of pavement before you, easily as long as a football field, maybe longer, and just as wide. It stretches back until it dips down and finally comes to an end at a huge warehouse-type building and ivory water tower crowned with Paramount's very famous mountain and stars logo. I'm not sure what the logic is behind that dip, which makes the back half of the blacktop a few feet lower than this front half where we came in. It's definitely distinctive, that's for sure. To the back right was a gateway leading to another backlot with faux building facades and streets, like a little town. More on that later.

The VIP area, which wouldn't open until mid afternoon, was to our immediate left as we came in. Not to fear, I paid the extra for VIP admission, so I'll report on that after I talk about all the stuff I did before then. The VIP area took up almost the entire front half of this first area, right up to that dip. Now when you get to that dip and, ya know, dip, you come upon a few select food trucks, about five, set up and already dishing out their wares. And there, front and center in this lower half of the front lot, right up against the building, was a stage set up for cooking demos. This whole lower half of the front lot was known as the Food Network Garden, and that stage was called the Hollywood Stage. From what I gathered, the Food Network Garden was so called because these five food trucks and all the chefs who'd be giving demos on the Hollywood Stage throughout the day were somehow connected to the Food Network. Obvious, I know, but I never watch the Food Network, so that's the best I can do.

While waiting for the first demo, I felt myself drawn to the food trucks. It had been forever since I'd gotten anything at a food truck. Now during my undergrad years at Temple U. in North Philly, food trucks were as much a part of the environment as the sidewalks and trees. I didn't appreciate it at the time (of course), but I have fond memories of grabbing a cheesesteak and fries for lunch, or a hot cocoa early in the morning to take with me into Paley Library while reading and killing time before my 8:40am class. So perhaps it was nostalgia that magnetized me to the food trucks today, and perhaps it was that boot-kickin' fiddle-playin' gal next to the Rajun Cajun food truck that made me pick that particular one. I ended up getting a bowl of chicken and sausage gumbo. Yes, hot as it was, I got chicken and sausage gumbo. I blame the carrot-topped fiddle player. And my love for spicy food.













Cooking Demo with Darrell "DAS" Smith - Hollywood Stage - 3:30-4:00pm

The first cooking demo on the Hollywood Stage began at 12:30pm and featured a young African-American man named Darrell Smith who, according to the program, goes by the name DAS and was featured on season six of The Next Food Network Star. Again, I know nothing about this so bear with me. While it would get crowded later, and downright packed by the time the VIP area opened, the crowd was still relatively light at half past noon, so I was able to stand pretty close to the stage. And yes, we all had to stand. No sitting in the Food Network Garden, which was fine with me. I never exercise so how else was I going to burn off, or rather, sweat out that awesome gumbo?

DAS had a full kitchen set up on stage, everything you could possibly need to prepare whatever you want. What was cool was that they had this long horizontal mirror suspended at an angle above the kitchen so we could see everything DAS was doing on the counter and stove. I'm not sure, but I think the mirror may have also magnified things a bit. From where I stood, I was probably a good fifty feet or so from DAS, and yet I could see everything he was doing in that mirror. He also had a lapel mic so we could hear everything he was saying.

The dish he made for us was chicken roulade. Know what that is? Me neither until today. I'd sure love to have some now after having spent forty-five minutes watching DAS prepare it. Roulade apparently comes from the French verb that means to roll, and so a roulade of any kind is when you've got meat that's "rolled" around a filling, like cheese or what have you. He made his chicken roulade from scratch. One of the first things he said when he got going was that when you cook chicken or pork, it always has to be well cooked. You can have rare or medium rare beef, but there's no going rare, let alone raw, with chicken or pork.

He narrated his life story while preparing the roulade. Originally from the Detroit suburbs, DAS took an entrepreneurship class in the summer when he was 12. He had to wear a suit to class every day while his pals played outside. DAS said he's had a business acumen for as long as he can remember, but it wasn't until he attended Morris Brown College in Atlanta that he found he had an even greater knack for cooking. He discovered it slowly but surely, piecemeal (pun intended), over the course (another one!) of his four years. Whenever he had friends over, rather than order pizza or whatever, DAS would actually cook stuff, and he found he loved it and was good at it.

Since I never watch the Food Network, I've never seen The Next Food Network Star. Apparently that show can get pretty dramatic. Like Big Brother, the participants, in this case chefs, live in the same house together. DAS said he had a great time on season six, but he emphasized how difficult it was, saying it was "much harder" than he anticipated. On the plus side, he made a lot of new friends. Today he lives in Hollywood and teaches at Beverly Hills High. Those who don't attend Beverly Hills High can sign up for his cooking classes on chefdas.com.

At this point the chicken roulade was nearly done. Someone in the crowd, which had grown since the start of the demo, asked how you can tell if the chicken is done if it's wrapped in plastic the way DAS had his roulade wrapped in plastic, and you can't see the clear liquid. DAS said the whiteness of the chicken is always a good indicator. For the roulade, the ideal time and temp are 27 minutes at 350. DAS said he's been doing this so long that he's got an internal clock in his brain and literally knows when the 27 minutes are up. For this demo he was using olive oil but said peanut oil works just as well, even though it's not as healthy and you have to be sure no one at your table has a peanut allergy. Whichever you use, he stressed that you only need one teaspoon and no more. Meantime, he sliced the potatoes a quarter-inch thin. That's pretty thin, right? Go too fast and you might cut yourself. To avoid that, DAS said to "feel the side of the blade along your knuckles" as a sort of sensory confirmation that the sharp edge of the knife is pointed down at the potato and not at you. He used a mallet to make the chicken breast extra thin.

Hungry yet? Yeah me too. Judging by all he's done at a relatively young age, he's obviously very driven and type A, with a competitive streak to round things out. But you don't get that sense at all watching him work. He's very folksy, casual, laid back, and he makes preparing such a fancy dish look like another day at the office. If I tried my hand at chicken roulade, it'd be a disaster.

And now for a panel kinda like the panels I attend every year at the Book Fest.













Life after Top Chef - Westside Stage - 1:45-2:30pm

On the panel were Betty Fraser from Top Chef season two/Grub (in the heart of post production Hollywood), Chris "C.J." Jacobsen from Top Chef season three/The Yard, and the bald, crabby Alex Reznik from Top Chef season seven/Ivan Kane's Cafe Was. The moderator was a gal named Krista Simmons, associate editor for Brand X (one of the big sponsors here).

Let me just say that I haven't heard of any of these people, and I've never watched Top Chef. The above is from the trusty program.

The Westside Stage was located in the faux town backlot behind the first backlot where I watched Chef DAS in the Food Network Garden. I went back there right after DAS's demo and had a good half-hour to kill before the Top Chef panel. The various streets, fronted with faux brownstones and townhouses, were lined with tents manned by the restaurants and wineries sponsoring the event, just as they have sponsor tents every year at the Book Fest.

When we surrendered our admission tickets at the front gate this morning, we were each given a small plastic wine cup with the Food and Wine logo as well as a bunch of little drink tickets. The idea was that we'd exchange a drink ticket for a tasting at any of the wine tents. As luck would have it, though, most of the wine tents didn't care about the tickets. I think one vendor asked me for it, but the other tents didn't give a shit. Awesome, huh? By the time the Top Chef panel started, I'd already had a few samples and was feeling fine and dandy on this gorgeous day.

Even though I was flying blind here in terms of who these people were, I was able to deduce a thing or to. First and foremost, I figured out that this Alex Reznik guy, with his polished dome of a noggin, was caught up in some "controversy" during season seven of Top Chef. I use quotes because it was more like a faux controversy, at least to me. The season ended with him suspected of stealing a competitor chef's pea puree. Talk about passionate foodies, a lot of the folks in the audience were absolutely convinced he'd stolen the pea puree and weren't shy about heckling the man. Pea puree. Seriously?

Betty Fraser seemed like a kool kat. She was on Top Chef season two and co-runs a joint in Hollywood called Grub. Betty said Grub's in the "heart of post production Hollywood." She runs it with a woman named Denise. Together, they're the so-called Grub Gals. Apparently Grub's been kicking butt. Citysearch has given it the Best Breakfast, Best Brunch, and Best Lunch awards a whole bunch of times. Betty won that season on Top Chef with a grilled cheese sandwich she made for Al Roker on The Today Show called Ba-Da-Bing Betty's Grilled Cheese Sandwich. That's awesome, I want to have it just because it's called that. I told you she was cool, right? And get this: TGI Friday's paid her for the rights to have Ba-Da-Bing Betty's Grilled Cheese on their menu.

Betty didn't know she wanted to be a chef until relatively late. I forget where she's from, but she originally came out to L.A. to be an actress. She kept at it for a good while until finally, at thirty-five, she decided, in her words, that she "sucked" at it. Like a lot of starving actors, Betty made ends meet in the restaurant industry, first as a hostess and waitress before eventually learning how to prepare the food herself. During one of the early episodes of Top Chef, she was invited to cater. Not on the show itself, but to provide food for the crew on their meal breaks. Set catering, as they say. Well, the way she told it, on one particular day she woke up in a really goofy mood and decided to do something different. She wasn't specific as to what she made but only said she was "determined to liven the place up." Whatever she did, it caught the producers' attention. Next thing you know, she's on season two. And today she's a thriving Grub Gal.

Chris Jacobsen, whom everyone calls C.J., said he had to go through your typical Hollywood casting call. He was on the third season of Top Chef, which was only a few months after the second season when Betty was on. Dude had to wait several hours during the interminable casting call. He went through an interview process, answered tons of questions, the whole deal.

Our friend Alex Reznik endured the same to get into season seven. That's another thing I had to deduce from what they were talking about: Season seven is still airing as we speak. It began in June and wraps up next week. The big tipoff was when someone asked Alex who he thought would win. Instead of committing to any predictions, Alex took the long-winded diplomatic route by going on and on about how this season is "too stacked with talent" to pick a favorite. The chefs are all "phenomenal." One of them's been short-listed for the James Beard award twice. Another's got a Michelin star, yada yada yada. And apparently those are the ones who are "no good" relative to the other competing chefs.

One thing all these superstar chefs agreed on is how grueling the life is. DAS talked about this during his chicken roulade demo. You truly need to possess an unbridled passion for all things cooking if you have any hope of making it as a chef. Alex said flat out that 90% of those who aspire to be chefs won't make it due to the long, thankless hours of the entry level positions that all culinary school grads are obligated to endure. They quit, drop out of the culinary rat race, sayonara. As for how long the entry level hell lasts, everyone on the panel agreed that five years was par. Lest you think that doesn't sound too bad, Alex said to imagine suffering five years of chefs telling you you're no good. "Five years of hell," C.J. called it.

You don't necessarily have to be a kitchen slave to get your foot in the door. What Betty did, catering, is also a common way to get experience and exposure. Alex said that while he himself never did much catering, he agreed with the others that catering was underestimated as a perfectly valid entry level gig. The one drawback, according to the panel, was the extra pressure you feel from not being in your comfort zone. That is, in your kitchen. And indeed, Alex said that was the main reason he never took to catering.

During the audience Q&A, a woman sitting next to me asked them about their backgrounds. She introduced herself as a food DJ from New York who grew up in a family of cooks, and she wanted to know if they came from similar backgrounds. C.J. didn't, but Alex and Betty both said they grew up in families with a lot of cooking.

Another person in the audience wanted to know where you could get the best burger in L.A. Betty said her favorite was Father's Office. That's awesome because I've actually been there once. It's on Montana Avenue in Santa Monica. The Aero Theatre is on Montana just a few blocks east. If you've read any of the movie posts on this blog, you may already know about the Aero, as the majority of the movie events and Q&As I attend take place there. One time, I think it was a Sunday, I went down there for a James Bond double feature. I intentionally got there early because I wanted to have a couple beers and a bite to eat before the show. A few days before, I checked out the Montana Ave. website, which has a listing of places to eat in that area. That's how I found Father's Office. Its being hailed as the "Cheers of Santa Monica" sold me, as Cheers is one of my favorite sitcoms ever. So I went there and had a couple beers and a burger. That burger was spectacular, and Betty's endorsing it is pretty cool. I forget the names of the restaurants the others named for their favorite burger, but I do remember all of them being on the Westside.













Cooking Demo with Anne Willan - Downtown Stage - 3:30-4:00pm

And now we venture further into this little faux town. I had some time to kill and so made the rounds for more awesome samples of food and wine.

I also checked out some of the food trucks parked back here. Parked way in the back, literally right up against the fence where the faux town gives way to the gritty reality of gravel lots and Dumpsters, was the food truck that turned out to be my favorite of the whole event: The Munchie Machine! It's the Scooby Dooest food truck in town. Check out themunchiemachine.com to see what all my fuss is about. The truck's run by a few guys who look to be in their twenties. I recommend their hand-cut fries. As a fries fanatic, I can easily say those were some of the best fries I've ever had.

The Downtown Stage wasn't far from the trucks. Whereas the Westside Stage, where I saw the Top Chef folks, was sort of a makeshift stage, the Downtown Stage was much larger, more of a concert-type venue like the Hollywood Stage where I saw DAS. I showed up just in time for a cooking demo put on by this soft spoken, unassuming English gal named Anne Willan. Her modesty turned out to be in reverse proportion to her track record.

Our gal Anne here, who easily looked a decade younger than her seventy-two years, founded a very well-known cooking school in France called Ecole de Cuisine La Varenne. Or simply La Varenne, as it's more commonly known. Originally from Newcastle, she relocated to France and opened the first La Varenne in Paris when she was in her mid thirties or so. About ten years later, she was inducted into "Who's Who in Food and Beverage," a list compiled by the James Beard Foundation. In the food world, that's kind of like the hall of fame. I'm the furthest thing from a foodie, but even I have heard of James Beard. Growing up in New Jersey, my father kept a James Beard cookbook in the kitchen. Not sure we ever used it, but there it was, reminding us every day of Mr. Beard's greatness. Anyways, by the time she was in her early fifties, Anne had relocated to Burgundy and enjoyed living there much more than Paris. It was in Burgundy that she opened up another La Varenne and ran it until about three years ago. Bon Appétit voted her cooking teacher of the year. She's written a bunch of books, most recently The Country Cooking of France, which came out and won some awards around the time she left Burgundy.

See what I mean? Anne's a gourmet superhero. And she's based here in L.A. now, running a cooking school in Santa Monica. Check out lavarenne.com. It's like she took La Varenne and moved it here. The British guy emceeing the Downtown Stage, chap called Alistair, said something about how long he'd lived in the States, which prompted Anne to say that she's been an American citizen since her early thirties, before she went to France.

For her cooking demo, Anne showed us how to make a set of appetizers based on the red pepper. In French it's called Trio aux Poivrons Rouges, which literally means Trio of Red Pepper Appetizers. Ann called it the Red Pepper Trio for short. I never thought I'd salivate over anything that had anything to do with a red friggin' pepper, but check out the three red pepper snacks she made. You had red pepper and goat cheese on toasted baguette, red pepper and olive salsa(!) on toasted baguette, and finally, my favorite, the red pepper shooter "with a bit of crème frâiche."

Does that sound awesome or what? And since I'm sure you'll want to make this stuff yourself, as I do, here's what you need.

Ingredients

First and foremost: 6 red peppers

For red pepper and goat cheese toasts:

12 thin slices of small baguette
6 ounce log of soft goat cheese

For red pepper and olive salsa toasts:

1 garlic clove, crushed
¾ cup pitted green olives, drained
1 teaspoon ground cumin
Ground black pepper
12 thin slices of small baguette, lightly toasted

For red pepper shooters:

2 tablespoons olive oil
4 shallots, chopped
2 garlic cloves, chopped
2 ½ cups chicken or vegetable stock, more if needed
2 teaspoons sugar
3-4 tablespoons crème fraîche, to finish

Small round cookie cutter

Got all that? Now here's how you make it.

Directions

To peel the peppers: Heat the broiler and broil the peppers on a baking sheet until black and blistery, turning them to cook evenly, 10-12 minutes. Alternatively, light a gas burner and, using a two-pronged fork, hold the peppers one by one over the flame, rotating so that the skin blackens and blisters evenly. Fasten the blackened peppers in a plastic bag so they steam and the skin is loosened. When the peppers are cool, slip off their charred skins with your fingers. Don’t worry about leaving a few flecks of black—it adds flavor.

For the goat cheese toasts: Slice 2 peppers down one side, discarding cores and seeds; flatten peppers into one large piece. Use the cookie cutter to stamp out 12 rounds of red pepper; set aside the trimmings. Crush the cheese with a fork and spread it on the bread so it is completely covered. Broil the croustades on the baking sheet until the cheese is lightly toasted and the edges are melted, 2-3 minutes.

Set pepper rounds on top. Just before serving, warm the toasts in a 250°F oven 2-3 minutes. Serve them warm.

For the olive and red pepper salsa: Cut the reserved pepper trimmings in pieces. Put the garlic, olives, and cumin in a food processor and pulse until coarsely chopped. Add the pepper pieces and continue pulsing until the mixture is quite fine. Season with black pepper. Shortly before serving, shape ovals of the salsa with two teaspoons and set one oval on each toast. Serve at room temperature.

For the red pepper soup shooters: Coarsely slice the remaining peppers, discarding stems and seeds.

Heat oil in a frying pan and fry the shallots and garlic until fragrant, about 1 minute. Stir in the peppers with sugar, salt and pepper and cook, stirring often, until peppers are very soft, about 5 minutes. Let cool to room temperature, then purée the mixture in a blender with 1 cup of the chicken stock until very smooth. Transfer the soup to a saucepan and bring almost to a boil. Stir in more chicken stock to make a rich, pourable soup. Taste and adjust seasoning. Serve in shot glasses, with a dab of crème fraîche on top.













Cheese and Sake Tasting - VIP Stage - 4-4:45pm

Yes, the VIP area was finally open. And yes, since I paid extra for the VIP admission when I bought the ticket, I wasted no time heading straight there. It meant retracing my steps through Times Town, back out into the front lot, past the Hollywood Stage and the Food Network Garden (ahoy, Rajun Cajun!), almost back to where I came in, before finally arriving at the VIP entrance on my right. The VIP Stage was dead ahead as I came in, surrounded by the innumerable tents manned by reps from the more posh restaurants in L.A., such as First & Hope and Drago.

I've never had sake and know very little about it, but the idea of a sake and cheese tasting sounded too unique to pass up. Leading the tasting were cheese guru Barrie Lynn and sake guru Keinosuke "K" Inoue. Barrie is the Cheese Impresario. And I'm using capital letters because our gal Barrie holds the copyright on that title. She's also the cheese columnist for The Beverly Hills Times and writes a monthly column called Cheese Matters. I've never been so interested in cheese than after hearing her talk about it. Check out her site when you get a chance, thecheeseimpresario.com. Definitely peruse all that stuff under Cheese and Fun. She's even got cheese poems! Very witty gal and knowledgeable about her passion.

Just as Betty Fraser, the Grub Gal from the Top Chef panel, fell into her career by accident after her original aspiration, acting, didn't pan out, Barrie was originally a marketing exec who fell into the cheeseverse completely by accident. She didn't elaborate on the nature of the accident other than to say it was like "Cupid's arrow coming out of the sky." Her big break came when she was hired for one of the Oscars after parties in early 2006. She became fast friends with the rap group Three 6 Mafia, who won Best Original Song that year for "It's Hard out Here for a Pimp" from Hustle & Flow. I don't know why, but that's hilarious. If you met her and knew anything about Three 6 Mafia, you'd never suspect they'd be friends, but perhaps that speaks to the power of her awesome cheese.

Keinosuke "K" Inoue works at Banzai Beverage Corporation. He was a wealth of information about sake. I was transfixed, listening to him rhapsodize about it. First and foremost, sake is not distilled like liquor, it's brewed like beer. Sake breweries are built on top of major water sources, without which you couldn't brew sake. K stressed that you can't transport water to a sake brewery. It just wouldn't work. Either build on a big well or there's no point. K said he's amazed at how many people think sake keeps like wine. As in, we stupid Americans assume the longer you let sake sit around in your cupboard or in your basement, the better it will taste. The truth is the polar opposite. Sake doesn't keep at all. It'll last maybe a few days or so on the outside, but that's it. So when you buy a bottle of it, either guzzle that baby or what are you doing? K did concede that if you keep it refrigerated, it might last a couple months, but that's a big "might." He's convinced that this massive misconception is why sake's gotten such a shitty rep in the States. Most people here don't know anything about it and so, unbeknownst to them, are judging sake after having drunk it spoiled. K also noted that Americans mostly drink it hot, so there you go. You're drinking hot, spoiled sake. If you want really good sake, keep it in the fridge and make sure you've had it within a week of buying it, and you're sure to have awesome sake. Take it slow, though. K did caution that sake's alcohol content is a couple percentage points higher than wine. So, you know, hurry up and all so it doesn't spoil, but take your time and enjoy it. To get the details on how sake is brewed, K recommended this page from his company's site: http://www.banzaibeverage.com/making/index.html.

Someone else was standing up front to the side while K was talking. K introduced him as Sato, the "Jimi Hendrix of sake." I'm not exactly sure what that means, but judging by the applause, Sato's obviously a huge deal in the sakeverse.

After Barrie and K finished their spiels, they both stood up front and put on a cheese and sake tasting. Since I was a few minutes late coming from Anne Willan's red pepper demo, I missed out on getting a plate of bread and grapes and a glass. So I stood there while people came up to get samples of cheese and sake. Barrie called up some people she seemed to know. Even though I was missing out, it was still kind of entertaining to watch people experiment. You could tell they weren't used to good sake, and I eventually knew how they felt. After the tasting, I had the chance to taste sake at one of the tents in the VIP area. I was kind of anxious to try some at that point, but my taste buds didn't respond too well. The sake was so-so. Then again, beer was so-so when I first tried that many an eon ago, and look at me now, a veritable beer fanatic.

My favorite tent in the VIP area was First and Hope, a restaurant downtown on the southwest corner of, yes, First and Hope. They're relatively new, only just opened in the last year or so. I've been there twice, the first time with Mom back in May and then again with Dad in July. As it turned out, the woman running their tent was the hostess who was there the night I took my Dad there. She actually recognized me, which was cool. Today she offered free samples of these little tater tot balls. The chef at First and Hope is from Tennessee, so you definitely have a Southern influence, but it's unique at the same time. Go to firstandhope.com and check out their menu to drool over stuff like Meyer’s Ranch Beef Short Ribs with Fingerling Potatoes, Baby Carrots and Mushrooms. Does that not sound fantastic?

Among other notable tents was the one by Singha, the Thai beer. I've been familiar with this yummy brew a long time, but I have to say my fandom was renewed by how much fun they had with their set-up. I especially love the hat.

I ended the day where I began it, over at the Hollywood Stage where they put on a concert. It was a double bill with Scottish songstress Angela McCluskey followed by She and Him, the duo featuring M. Ward and actress Zooey Deschanel. I stayed in the VIP too long to catch Angela, although I certainly heard her. I eventually made my way over and caught She and Him. The sun was below the horizon at this point. It was finally cooling off, and it felt really good to plop down on the pavement to give my feet a rest along with several hundred other people.

And now I'm sunburned and burned out, but in a good way. Besides, it's Labor Day tomorrow so I get to sleep in. This was great fun. I'm glad the L.A. Times is trying out new events like this while nurturing old standards like the Book Fest. Here's hoping they celebrate food and wine next year.