Showing posts with label extras. Show all posts
Showing posts with label extras. Show all posts

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Eating Extras: The Guy one Booth over in Goodfellas

A diner scene in Martin Scorcese's Goodfellas encapsulates the potentially disruptive presence of the extra. Henry Hill (Ray Liotta) meets Jim Conway (Robert De Niro) for lunch. Liotta's character gathers that he is about to be "whacked" because he is given a solitary task: to kill someone else in Florida. (This is the brutal adage of mob existence: to be alone ensures one's death.) As Henry takes the assignment he looks not only at Jim but at the rather corpulent extra over Jim's shoulder:

                                  
Henry says Jimmy wants to sit near a window to keep watch over whoever might be coming into the Diner parking lot. It's interesting that Jimmy doesn't bother to look over his own shoulder. For in this scene the internecine war is not between rival gangs but between extra and star. Here the leaders are "tailed" by the extra in the next booth over.

What tensions or struggles result from the strange proximity of this chomping extra? He listens and at the same time seems not to listen. He isn't tailing our two heroes but he does seem bored, like any person alone at a diner, and casually overhearing the conversation at the next table. His active jaws express all the anxiety that goes unarticulated by the main characters, who keep cool exteriors even as they assign executions and think about death. "He was jumpy. He hadn't touched a thing," observes Henry. The mobsters come to a diner but neither eat nor talk frankly. The extra behind De Niro does both at once: he eats frankly.

The extra eats, and in doing so gives this scene its real bite. When we get a freeze-frame of Jimmy's face, the blurry jowls of the man over his shoulder give the picture its ominous and unsettling quality.The extra embodies that thing about Jimmy that Henry cannot bring into focus, cannot pinpoint. As Jimmy conveys the details about the task, the extra chews as if he too were dispensing something rather than digesting something. The matter-of-factness of the extra is what De Niro (and his character, Jimmy) can only aspire to.

At the very beginning of the scene, Scorcese's signature tracking shot cuts through the crowd of the diner as if it were Moses parting the sea. In the clip above, a man at the counter gets up as if to leave but then quickly scoots forward in order to make room for Scorcese's dolly (the shot impedes his exit). Scorcese  habitually demonstrates his tracking shot "mastery" by moving the camera through the busy back rooms crammed with people not in the limelight (the kitchen area of the fancy club in Goodfellas, for example). In the conversation at the booth, however, Scorcese's camera stops cutting through the extras and gets assaulted by one. This extra doesn't pretend to eat (like an actor) and doesn't pretend not to eat (the way De Niro does), he just eats. His eyes wearily search the room as if he were looking for a way to put his finger on the joy imparted by this presumably greasy food. The solipsism of the happy eater is well known. It says: this plate I look into is the center of my world; I couldn't care less about the acting going on the booth next to mine; I will even look into Scorcese's camera as I sit here and digest, thank you very much.

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Thursday, June 9, 2011

Why are there no Extras in Adult Films?

Will you do nudity?_____ Semi?_____ Full?_____
This was one of the questions on the information card I filled out during the casting call for extras for the upcoming Adam Sandler movie, I Hate You, Daddy.
         Have I just not been paying close enough attention to notice all those nude extras in the background of Adam Sandler films? That one man or woman obscurely getting out of a bath in his remake of The Longest Yard? Or that full body wax going on behind the drama unfolding in Mr. Deeds?
         Under what circumstances could the nude figure be consigned the place of an extra? Bizarrely, only during massacres, holocausts, in asylums (see Frederick Wiseman's Titicut Follies), those black spots in history when dissidents are rounded up in the football stadium.
         Could Sandler be cutting into new terrain for I Hate You, Daddy?
         The question on the casting call card made me realize: there are no extras in porn films. There are no neutral bystanders in an orgy. Such negligible characters as the pizza deliverer cannot slink off scott free as they do in our everyday world. In the adult film, these figures are compelled to participate. The extras in an adult film cross this line easily because there's not much dialogue happening anyway. The extra in Ass Bandits, if he or she exists, just grunts more discreetly.
         Porn films provide us with our operative model for celebrity. Here the mucus membranes are ready for their close up: anatomy stars and the residual body of the actor becomes, in an odd twist, just extra. The adult film provides us with the perfect embodiment of the Hollywood star sytem: a cinematic world without anyone on the sidelines, without the reality quotient provided by the non professional actor. In short, a spectacle so consuming that it destroys our peripheral vision.