Мэри-Мейсон и другие - 2

Blueberry (Суббота, 28 января 2017, 22:42:19) писал:

))))Я думаю,ей не стукнуло,а плавно наступило)))))))) Да,действительно,просто не верится))

ЁЛКА1005 (Суббота, 28 января 2017, 20:30:22) писал:

Елочка,какая прелесть!)) А рисунок-вообще выше всяких похвал!

Кстати, несколько дней назад щелкала по каналам и наткнулась на фильм 2015 г. с участием Харли, A Kind of Magic. Она потрясающе выглядит! И у нее там сын Мэтью - сразу вспомнила что ММ так хотели своего ребенка назвать

Blueberry (Суббота, 28 января 2017, 23:25:31) писал:

Иногда жизнь и кино (телевидение) так переплетаются, что нарочно не придумаешь.
А насчет внешнего вида, в определенном возрасте ты получаешь то лицо, которое заслужил, и прежде всего, не за счет кремов и масок, а за счет положительного внутреннего настроя, душевной гармонии и жизнелюбия. Все это у Харли есть.

Видела Харли в этом фильме, от души порадовалась за нее.)
Очень она там красивая.)

Харли о съемках на Барбадосе в тот период, когда она играла в "Путеводном свете".
SOAP OPERA DIGEST; January 29, 1985

http://www.oocities....t_journal.html

"Goatbusters"--
A Journal of Guiding Light's Barbados Remote

When Harley Kozak learned she was going to Barbados for a complex location sequence, she was delighted, thinking of fun in the sun. Little did she know that instead,she'd be subjected to tarantulas, bugs, long hours of shooting and no sleep. But trouper that she is, Harley endured it all with spirit and a sense of humor. What follows are exerpts from the diary she kept during the 11 days of taping.....

By Harley Jane Kozak (Annabelle Reardon)

PROLOGUE: Friday, September 14, 1984
After a stop at my local all-night bookstore for emergency literature, I was up packing until the limousine picked me up at 6:30 AM. I shared the limo with Keith Charles, Janet League, and Kim Hamilton. We all made the plane and were greeted with dinner (your choice of Curried Chicken L'Aeroplane or Mystery Fish) and the movie. Since I had not slept for a day or two, I was dozing soon after the opening credits, and the last thing I remember was Doris day and Jimmy stewart riding in some sort of cart in a foreign country. It was to be a prophetic image. I also slept through the Bermuda Triangle.
At the Marriott Hotel (Sam Lord's Castle), I unpacked my 24 books, 26 tapes, Walkman, speakers, clock, watercolors, blank books, scripts, stuffed doll and framed photographs. (I had not yet learned that life as I knew it ran on batteries and that Barbados has very bad battery Karma. I ran out within three days.)
Day 1: Saturday, September 15
I acquainted myself with the Marriott complex in daylight, swam in two out of three pools, ate in the Wanderer Restaurant (the name makes sense when you try to find the place), watched Susie Pratt and Jay Hammer run screaming around the grounds followed by a camera crew on golf carts and some familiar faces from the studio, as perplexed hotel guests looked on. Hours later, John (Whitesell)-the director, told Michael Woods and me that our big scene was rescheduled for eight days later. That left us with one quick scene to be shot with the two of us, plus Greg Beecroft.
Wandering early down to the set, I had to convince one of the crew that I was indeed part of the show. Then I was accosted by a vacationing 5-year-old. "Are you going to be an actress?" she asked. "Just between us," I said, "I thought I already was one." The scene was jogging towards the beach where I found Khin-Kyaw Maung dozing in the sunset and heard those three magic words behind me: "It's a wrap."
Day 2: Sunday, September 16
I awoke at 3:45 Am and went for a swim. (I thought about my dream that night, which was that I'd ordered a typwriter from Room service and they'd sent a miniature non-electric with all the keys out of order.) After hair and makeup, we were driven by bus to our first site. Breakfast-out-of-a-bus was fairly inedible, but at that hour, who's hungry? Once there, David-the-Costume-Designer and I discussed shoes. Survival won out over fashion, and Annabelle's high heels were traded for Harley's New Balance running shoes.
All morning Michael and I sprinted down a dirt road, with Carrie Nye and Khin-Kyaw close behind, driving on the wrong side of the road witha right-handed steering wheel. On one take Michael tripped, rolling to the side of the road. I stood still, stopping right in the path of the oncoming car. Carrie skidded to a halt a few feet from me. Scared for Michael, I was unaware of the danger to me, but Carrie was to have recurring nightmares after that of running over her friends.
After lunch we moved the equipment to the cane field, where I spent the next several hours on my stomach in the mud. I'd missed the lecture on Bugs Indigenous To Sugar cane, so I catnapped, unaware between scenes until the crew got worried and came over to rescue me. At sundown Michael and I were running through the field hard, our shoes picking up seven pounds of mud apiece, far away from camera nd crew. As we crashed to the ground for the sixth time, we found we just couldn't get back up. Looking at each other in despare, we thought, there's gotta be an easier way to make a living.
Day 3: Monday, September 17
I awoke at 3:30 AM after some four hours of sleep. We were bused to a new site--the church and graveyard. Between scenes, I dozed on the gravestones, apologizing to the 18th-century corpses whose eternal rest I was disturbing. Carrie, however, was using the tombs as though they were chaise lounges, posing for Mario-the-Still-Photographer. My most vivid impression was of the local actor portraying the donkey cart driver. It was his first TV appearance, and he was freaking out. Again and again we reheared his lines with him, until even the chickens and donkey had them memorized. "Since you have come ot the island, nothing is the same. Since you have come to the island, nothing is the same." Later, dressed as a nun, I played soccer with the Bajan ("Bajan" means "from barbados") equivlent of Boy Scouts, as the light faded fast. By the time John yelled, "It's a wrap," it was dark.

Day 4: Tuesday, September 18
When my alarm went off at 1 AM after four hours of sleep, I was not as crackers as you might think. It was as though it were wartime, and we all had to be brave. Confronted with Sue-of-Makeup and Debbie-of-Hair, who remained cheerful on less sleep than I'd had, what choice was there? We were shooting the romantic beach scenes in the dark between Michael and me. When we weren't being attacked by the ocean waves and sharp coral, we were being roasted by the fire, but still, these were my favorite acting memories on Barbados.
Day 5: Wednesday, September, 19
I awoke at 3:45 AM, and after changing into a nun, arrived at the day's site--the crane Beach Hotel. After running up and down a lot of steps and dodging a gang of spiders, my scariest moment came, jumping off a cliff into the ocean. Gail-out-Producer offered to jump in first, and Debbie stood by with a Harley wig, ready to jump in for me, but it became a matter of honor to do it myself. Michael, unafraid of heights, made it easy for me in the end--he just grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. Susie and Jay took over then, shooting their pool fantasy all night, but several of us got to return early to the Marriott. I was to meet Carrie at the Wanderer for dinner, but I made the fatal mistake of lying down on my bed for just a minute--and the rest, as they say, is history.


Day 9: Sunday, September 23
Wet again. Back in the ocean, having a particularly rough time being washed ashore take after take, Michael and I at one point bashed our skulls together. What made it challenging was that Jim and Annabelle were supposedly having the time of their lives. We got a chance to recover later when they shot Claire and Fletcher's shipwreck party. Carrie Nye was determined to crash the party, and showed up at my room that night disguised as Lena Horne. I threw on a jumpsuit with palm trees on it that I rarely have occassion (or the nerve) to wear, added a large hat and sunglasses, and together we found our way to the party. The 70 Marriott guest extras were having a good time, but the crew and production staff were having a GREAT time, dressed primarily in coconuts, bannanas, etc. Lena Horne was a big hit, and soon they were into a rousing rendition of "Goatbusters." ("When you're comatose on barbados, who do you call? Goatbusters! Baaa-baaa.") I ate something that violently disagreed with me, so I returned to my room and novel. "Little Gloria--Happy at last" and read until 4AM, then dreamed all night of dolls and Vanderbilts.
Day 10: Monday, September 24
This was the big Cave Day. So big, in fact, that by dinnertime, some scenes were cut due to lack of time. Among those cut were the scenes where Annabelle is terrorized by killer crabs. You can imagine my disappointment. The cave itself was incredibly beautiful and nearly impossible to shoot. The climactic event was the fight to the death between tony and John Young, which Greg and Khin-Kyaw had been choreographing for days. By that time, however, carrie, Debbie and I were back at the Marriott, having our own wrap party.
Epilogue: Wednesday, September 26
I got a wakeup call at 7 AM from the technical crew to join them on the beach. I'd had three hours of sleep, and hadn't begun to pack for the 9 AM bus, but I considered my priorities carefully, then threw on my swimsuit. BWIA was, eleven days later, still flying, which we took to be a good omen. The food was the same (why mess with success?) and once again I chose curried Chicken L'Aeoroplane and left it untouched. Once again I fell asleep as Doris Day and Jimmy Stewart rode off in a cart, and when I asoke, Doris was being interrupted in the middle of "Que Sera, Sera" so that we could land. The crew was hurling empty Crackerjack boxes (provided by Richard-the-Set-Designer) at the screen. My Crackerjack prize had been a "fortune" which read: SOMEBODY'S ABOUT TO TELL YOU WHAT IT ALL MEANS. I'm still waiting.


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Сообщение отредактировал Elena78: Суббота, 04 ноября 2017, 21:40:23

Мейсон и Мэри, 473 серия.)
Мэри: Ты здесь? Так рано? Я не ожидала...
Мейсон: Мне везет больше, чем я думал. Ты красивая, я соскучился.)
Мэри: Наш столик еще не готов.
Мейсон: Ну вот, как всегда я расхотел есть.
Мэри: И ты тоже?
Мейсон: Здесь стало вдруг так тягостно. И все эти люди...
Мэри: Да...
Мейсон: Не дают мне сделать того, что я хочу.
Мэри: Уйдем отсюда?
(Уходят из ресторана на квартиру к Мейсону).

Перенесу-ка я в эту тему.

olesya31 (Пятница, 10 ноября 2017, 12:57:11) писал:

София и Сиси - она его любит безумно, а он ее. Он пытается провернуть свои делишки втайне от нее - она узнает и уходит от него. То же самое, мне кажется,было бы и у Мери с Мейсоном. Мейсон больше похож на отца, чем он сам думает. Под облагораживающим влиянием Мери он бы чуть присмирел, но ровно так же, каки Сиси при Софии - до первого выгодного случая, когда " ну ведь совсем чуть-чуть срезать пару углов, чтобы прийти первым к финишу". (Ну и в перспективе "а если бы эта лдиния продолжилась" - единственный вариант для продолжания линии в сериале. Например, Мейсон-Мери-Памела и ситуации отъема нефтевышки у Сиси-Софии.
*Да, София мне тоже как-то не то чтобы. Версия про "пропала на 15 лет" - ну сериальный бред, что уж. Ее роман с Ти-Джеем - апофигей пошлости. Единственное познавательное - линия про операцию груди, да и то...

Возможно, вы правы. То что Мейсон не остался бы даже с Мери совсем уж белопушистым - факт. Правда от Мери бы он свои делишки шифровал старательно. Если героев оставлять в сериале, да возможно, отсюда бы вырос очередной виток напряжения между ними.

Другое дело, что так как логика характеров ММ вырисовывалась к концу линии, возможно, Мейсон как минимум бы похоронил детские своих травмы и обиды на отца, если бы Мери осталась с ним, и перестал бы с СиСи воевать почем зря. Потому что то безусловное принятие, которое он искал и не находил у отца, он бы нашел (точнее и так нашел без всяких бы) в другом месте. Плюс Мери была хорошим миротворцем, она бы со временем помирила их там всех.


*Потеря памяти на 15 лет - это конечно такой типичный сериальный плохого пошиба штамп и баян в кустах.