If you think the tides are predictable, consider the movie industry and Venice.
Many and varied have been the films made here, from “The Wings of the Dove” to “Death in Venice” to “The Tourist” and on and on. And those are just a few titles in English; plenty of other nations have sent their troupes here to act out among the canals. Has anyone seen Nenu Naa Rakshasi? Les Enfants du Siecle?
But you can’t go wrong with Giacomo Casanova. Sure, we’ve seen Effie Gray‘s life detailed — it’s finally coming out this week — and George Sand and Chopin (all so famous in their day), but these are not marquee names. Casanova, though, is a product with no expiration date; his exploits, real or imagined, have made him film fodder no fewer than eleven times. Sorry, make that twelve, counting the one they were shooting here a few days ago.
Amazon is getting into the streaming-films game (see: Netflix and Marco Polo), and this version of the madcap entrepreneur’s life will focus, I was told, on Casanova after he went into exile. It was a movie-worthy life pretty much up to the end. He was definitely not all show (or as they say here, “Beautiful vineyard but puny grapes”); here is something he wrote about his famous escape from prison which deserves to be read and remembered:
“Thus did God provide me with what I needed for an escape which was to be a wonder if not a miracle. I admit that I am proud of it; but my pride does not come from my having succeeded, for luck had a good deal to do with that; it comes from my having concluded that the thing could be done and having had the courage to undertake it.“
Now back to me and our two days with the boats.
Making a movie, from what I have seen, is like writing “Remembrance of Things Past” on an endless series of postage stamps. Enormous amounts of toil involving equipment, technicians, objects of every sort, humans of every pay grade, and uncounted hours of just loading and unloading things, setting them up and taking them down, are dedicated to putting even the tiniest fragments of story on film.
Last Sunday and Monday the filming was in high gear in Venice; at certain crucial moments Giacomo would need a boat, and Lino and I and several others were there with two vessels: a small mascareta that just sat there and looked boaty, and a gondola, a replica built several years ago of the type used in the 18th century, to aid his escape (or so it appeared). No costumes or makeup for us this time, we were just the boat wranglers.
Which was fine with me. Although I thoroughly enjoy getting paid, even just a few euros, for just standing around doing nothing, doing something is better in most ways. So we had episodes of rowing, and pushing, and pulling, and lifting, and watching mobs of multilingual people doing stuff you are unable to comprehend in any useful way.
Here is something I discovered: When the director yells “Silenzio!!” just before “Action!” you can hear a baby hiccup in the hospital on the mainland. You cannot believe how many noises there are in normal life until it’s imperative that you hear nothing. That was the most entertaining thing of all: What is that tiny little humming behind that building at the end of the street? How can shoes with rubber soles actually make a sound going over the bridge behind you? The canal is blocked by a watch-boat at both ends to block traffic. The waiting boats have to turn off their engines. Total silence falls.
Then the church bells start to ring.
Finally they stop. “Action!” (Action.) “Cut!” (Lunch.)
Then we rowed the boats back home. That was it.
Fred Astaire once stated that he only “did it for the dough and the old applause.” For me, no need to rush on the applause.
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Fascinating read – loved the photos too!
One of the funniest, most enjoyable entries EVER! Thanks for a great read.
So I guess I need to keep making movies! Koff koff.
Wow that picture when the light hits the mosaics on the Salviati palace at 7.05!! Stunning. Thank you for another very entertaining post and beautiful pictures.
Here’s wishing you a very Happy Easter Erla. I wonder which church you will be in this morning….
Alex xx
We went to the mountains for four days, and were snowed in. The church was in my mind but we stayed indoors. It was 7 degrees below zero.
Loved this account! Makes me miss Venezia all the more!
Ah, I don’t feel so alone. Living near Paramount Studios, or most places in LA can mean that occasionally, or frequently, your neighborhood block is BLOCKED OFF by vans and vans of equipment, dressing room, costumes, food. Then there are the cops who guard the live set, on the street where you live, and assistants telling you to “wait” to continue on the sidewalk for they’re about to say “action”. I love fantasy and all that films can convey, but living in Hollywoodland has made me try to forget that I am in Hollywoodland. So nice to hear it from your side of the world. Closest we’ve gotten to getting paid was a $100 spot in my husbands palm when he walked around the block in the middle of the night to complain about the “daylight” light that just happened to be pointing at our bedroom window. After being invited to have a donut, he wished he’d have held out for two bills. Glad you’re getting paid, and I was delighted to be reminded of your work as an extra, when I watched Marco Polo on Netlix! Thank you for sharing your local life.
> focus on … Casanova after he went into exile (think Paris and Budapest)
Indeed, one old house at Batthyany ter 4. is still referred to as his hideout in Budapest, Hungary and currently serves as the Casanova pub. Yet, the actual presence of the exiled amoroso in Buda and Pest is a myth, which was created out of this air by an unscrupulous hungarian translator. The farthest east Casanova provably reached was Vienna and Bratislava (ex Pozsony).
Thank you for this, I’ve corrected the post. I carelessly mentioned Budapest because that’s where the troupe is filming what evidently ought to be either the Prague or the Duchcov portion — both in the Czech Republic. (He spent the last 13 years of his life in the Castle of Dux in Duchcov.) Thanks again.