-Steve GuttenbergI have been in the presence of Nick Cage. Background for a new Disney movie called "The Sorcerer's Apprentice" shooting in Manhattan and Brooklyn. That's him at the right wearing a wig that looks curiously like Sean Connery's wig in "The Rock." He stars opposite Jay Baruchel who in the scenes I watched acts like a silent film star: big and schmaltzy to drive the point home. In point of fact, the scene I watched was him breaking off a NAMBLA-stic relationship with an older, abusive sorceror (Cage), so perhaps it's not possible to inject Lee Strasberg into the proceedings. The crew had nary a bad thing to say about either of them. And I probed. I delved. "Oh, Nick's great. He's having a great time. He really enjoys Jay's improvisation. He rolls right with it. But he knows all his lines." 2009. People really talk like this in conversation. My fault for digging.
Favorite moment of yesterday: A fifty year old man with whispy white locks and cargo shorts stands in front of the paparrazzi as they shoot the last shot of the film. There is a pizza involved. He waves his arms in front of the bank of photographers who are flowing in and out of the tourists and gawkers.
"Okay, guys! Nick has asked that- excuse me, guys! Please! Nick has asked that nobody take a picture of him chewing or eating anything! There is a pizza in this scene. If you could just do him the courtesy of- anything up to the pizza entering his mouth or after him chewing- but pictures of food in his mouth are strictly off limits. Please. Really. Could you do that? That'd be great."There was a half-agreement. None of the pix of Nick eating pizza used flash.
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I'm enjoying life now. If I was a plumber and I'd done the most plumbing jobs between 1980 and 1990, everyone would be saying: "What a great plumber" - he says "f**k you to the world and he's enjoying himself." But for some reason, as an actor, you're not allowed to say: "I'm f**king rich, bro."There was a diminutive black man on set, not working just hanging out on White Street right in the middle of the set. He was nice, early forties, and by my guess of an intellectual capacity between diminished and street lamp. But he was the kind of person who asked a question and then made enough eye contact afterward to convince you he was genuinely interested in your answer. It made me feel good to talk to him. Nice energy. So nobody kicked him off the set. The scene was in front of a mocked up storefront in Tribeca and there was a vintage Rolls Royce which Cage ate his (un)unphotographed pizza on.
Steve Guttenberg
Nice Black Guy: Do you think that's Nicolas Cage's Car?Suddenly I was called away to walk past the car sixty feet away from the shot. Ten minutes later the Nice Black Guy is back.
Me: (Here provides nice, overlong description of how classic cars are leased to films.)
Nice Black Guy: He collects cars. I think it's his.
Nice Black Guy: I asked him.****
Me: What?
Nice Black Guy: I went over to that tent. He was watching a screen. They told me not to go in but I went in. I was like: Nic Cage. And he was totally cool. And I was like: is that your car? And he was like: Absolutely. And I was like: But do you own it? And he was like: Absolutely. So there you go. Asked and answered.
There are great movies I do on the Hallmark Channel called Single Santa. I've just finished a sequel called Meet The Santas. It's like Meet The Fockers. Mr and Mrs Santa have to come and meet my wife's parents. It's great.
Steve Guttenberg
Between takes, Cage stalks back and forth between the car and the porch, ten feet left to right like a lion. Seriously, prowling. This is a Disney comedy but you get the impression of a linebacker trying to keep the intensity in the fourth quarter of a playoff game. This is a Disney movie. If you are reading this, chances are you will see this movie on an airplane in twenty-four to thirty-six months. Alfred Molina is working on the same set. Between takes he does a crossword while sitting with his wife and petting his dog. But Cage is stalking back and forth muttering to himself.