Wednesday, 21 October 2009

Who says film journalism's dead?


The director James Cameron is six feet two and fair, with paper-white hair and turbid blue-green eyes. He is a screamer — righteous, withering, aggrieved. “Do you want Paul Verhoeven to finish this motherfucker?” he shouted, an inch from Arnold Schwarzenegger’s face, after the actor went AWOL from the set of True Lies, a James Bond spoof that Cameron was shooting in Washington, D.C. (Schwarzenegger had been giving the other actors a tour of the Capitol.) Cameron has mastered every job on set, and has even been known to grab a brush out of a makeup artist’s hand. “I always do makeup touch-ups myself, especially for blood, wounds, and dirt,” he says. “It saves so much time.” His evaluations of others’ abilities are colorful riddles. “Hiring you is like firing two good men,” he says, or “Watching him light is like watching two monkeys fuck a football.” A small, loyal band of cast and crew works with him repeatedly; they call the dark side of his personality Mij — Jim backward.

That's the opening paragraph of Dana Goodyear's lengthy profile of James Cameron in the current issue of The New Yorker. The rest is just as good.

2 comments:

J.D. said...

Reading this profile reminds one what a lightweight Michael Bay is as a filmmaker and a tyrant on the set.

Mark Salisbury said...

That's one way of looking at it.