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Do You Feel Lucky, Well Do You...Clint?
Going Hollywood ©1993
Written by
Denny Dormody
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| Ah hah! I know what you're thinking. Did they say 5
or 6 more minutes for our lunch break? Being this is a Clint Eastwood
movie and I'm working on it. Do I feel lucky? Well, yes I do. Where
else can I get lessons in acting from an Oscar winner, and a hot lunch! |
| Clint's guarding The President, along with 3 or 4 Secret
Service guys. I'm working with 2 or 3 thousand other extras. In The
Line of Fire. |
| Clint's got all the good lines. I've got none. I'm an
extra. That's Hollywood for an actor with no speaking lines. Not yet.
But soon. Between the acting gigs, usually at night, I'm a perspiring
screenwriter. |
| Heck, somebody's got to give Mr. Eastwood his lines.
The writer on this movie was Jeff Maquire, a first time screenwriter,
so, I'm keeping hope floating and alive, trying to sell my first story
to the movies. |
| This is my goal, in spite of the usual distractions,
here in LA: Freeways. Mud slides. Earthquakes. Pestilence. Famine.
Silicone Implants. My day job. |
| It's a political convention. Balloons festoon the Universal
Amphitheatre! "Hail To The Chief" plays loudly. Rolling
film. Action. A stray ballon pops loudly. Clint's character thinks
it's the pop of an assassin's gun. The Secret Service lunges into
action. Panic ensues! I'm bucking for my own Oscar, as I duck for
cover, in my role as an innocent bystander. False Alarm! Cut! Reset.
Take 4. Take 10. |
| Later, I imagine I'm on Tabloid TV. Geraldo asks me
the burning question: "Do you feel lucky, having acted in a movie
with Clint Eastwood? Well, do you Punk?" Gosh maybe someday soon,
I'll have a speaking line with Mr. Eastwood. Anything is possible.
This is LA. This is Hollywood. |
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