“At the airport, the outline of the transport plane is
barely visible.”
“Orderly: East
runway. Visibility: one and a half miles. Light ground fog. Depth of fog:
approximately 500...”
Enter
Chorus, a glee
club
of two,
assistant director Lee Katz
& John Beckham, the Props Master, ah
sure, we
“fogged
in
the set
not so much to
give it an atmosphere
but because we
had to conceal the fact that everything was so phony”
for what-with-the-war-and-all
all
location
shooting
had been
forbidden along the West Coast,
and you were
only allowed to photograph grounded,
maimed
aircrafts (their propellers
removed),
hence
we built the
airport hangar on Warner Bros. Stage 1,
and knocked
together, for the so-
called
“transport
plane”,
a mockup,
scaled-
down
ship,
“a pretty bad
cutout”,
a profile
in
depth,
“made out of
plywood and maybe some balsa”
which was
supposed “to match” a real one we had “borrowed from Lockheed” before,
and,
to make the
fake aeroplane look bigger, and “give
it
a forced
perspective”,
we hired “a
bunch of midgets to portray the mechanics” [1]
Exit
Chorus. Enter
Ilsa. It was our final
scene, we
were
to say, last night we said,
but
Richard, no,
no,
I,
but
what
about
us,
we’ll-always-have-Paris,
here’s
looking
at
you,
kid,
and all the
time a pea soup was muddying the pretend airdrome,
and a crew of
Lilliputians crawled around the toy plane
that would
take me away from Casablanca, and off
Casablanca
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