I hope that the film on another level is just a poetic lament about where we as human beings are in our conflict with one another."
Gavin Hood, Director of Rendition
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Another Blast Of Winter Delays Spring's Arrival
Reported by Channel 3000 Wisc TV News: 9:10 am CDT March 20, 2008
MADISON, Wis. -- Parts of Wisconsin are expected to get another blast of winter-like weather, just as the calendar turns to spring.
The National Weather Service issued a winter storm watch for portions of southern Wisconsin Thursday night through Friday.
The storm could dump 5 to 9 inches of snow in the southern third of the state.
I love winter. It's my favorite 8 months of the year. Read more!
Director Michael Mann hangs off Johnny's car filming dialogue March 17, 2008 in downtown Columbus. Photo by Steve Apps, WI State Journal
Looks like the trick to hanging out with Johnny Depp and "Public Enemies" director, Michael Mann, is to be elected to public office. Mayor Nancy Osterhaus reported to the papers that she was delighted to find herself seated next to both of them during various points of the shoot downtown yesterday. Ya' think?!
Here are pics from reporters with slightly better access than I.
Photo by Steve Apps
Photo by Morry Gash, AP
I was shivering just two blocks behind them over the hill when this was taken. Couldn't see a damn thing. But I'm not bitter. Much.
Johnny also filmed (or is filming today) a love scene in an old house three blocks north of mine. They turned the house into a brothel for the scene. Three blocks from my house. Did I mention that part?
I said it yesterday and I'll say it again today: Argh.
Photo by Morry Gash, AP
Johnny throws me a sardonic look that all but says "Bet you wish we used your house, huh?"
I have an answer ready for him, but he'll have to stop by my place to get it. Read more!
[All concert stories contain both adult and childish language. You have been warned.]
Where we ended up was the abandoned set of Bladerunner, with steel and concrete tunnels and caves leading in every possible direction. The round “windows” set in the sides of the steel Habitrail were covered by iron grids and looked out over busy highways with imposing concrete walls. If nothing else, the ten minute journey proved I was not severely claustrophobic—though I would have felt far more comfortable had Harrison Ford actually been there with me. (I expected a maniacal Rutger Hauer at every turn, but luckily encountered only panhandlers.)