Sunday, October 24, 2004
David Hemmings on Blow-Up
posted by Jonathan Calder |
I had a costume fitting that same afternoon, where they threw a pair of white jeans and a green corduroy jacket at me. And for the first time, I was allowed to see the script and was given a copy to take away.
As soon as I was out of the building, I dived into the nearest pub, probably didn't even notice its name, ordered what I've always called a PoG - a pint of Guinness - which I didn't remember drinking, opened the script and buried myself in it. I read it three times from cover to cover before I rang Jane and told her.
"What's it like?" she asked eagerly.
"God knows," I said, shaking my head rather like the Maestro. "I don't understand what the hell it's all about."
David Hemmings Blow-Up and Other Exaggerations (2004)