Wednesday, February 28, 2007
George Clooney Will Not Leave My Backyard
Well, not exactly. Though there are a great many things in my backyard - two oak trees, one covered in ivy that is possibly of the poisonous variety, half a dozen bushes of unspecified type, one of which produces bright pink flowers in the dog days of summer, a handful of determinedly cheerful daffodils, more acorns than grass, one very confused Easter plant that bloomed purple one uncharacteristically warm January day and then proceeded to die on me, several former houseplants I did my best to kill, and mainly succeeded, and enough birds, squirrels, and chipmunks to attract two or three hopeful looking stray tomcats - but George Clooney is not among these. However, he's a few blocks over, shooting a movie in downtown Anderson. The filming has been going on for about two weeks now, apparently, but I haven't been downtown so I haven't experienced any of it. But this afternoon I ran into mini-Tinseltown, so to speak. I got detoured leaving the library to one block over onto Main Street, where there were more detours. Apparently, the film crew has taken over several streets and parking lots. I drove past several movie trailers, trucks with lots of big gadgets, some guys rolling a camera on a crane, and a crowd of about thirty folks holding cameras outside the old Calhoun hotel. I presume the filming is happening there (or else these folks will be considerably disappointed). The people made me laugh, because the crowd consisted solely of women - young, old and in between. some kids were there too. Mostly they looked bored. Some of them were big enough to cause me to wonder, oughten't they to be in school right now? The drive itself was surreal. I felt like I was on some cheesy movie ride at Universal Studios (which has a bad-ass Incredible Hulk roller coaster, by the way) except I definitely needed to keep both hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times, if you know what I mean. And I think you do. ;) Nudge nudge wink wink. So long story short? The two handsomest men in the world are in Anderson, SC right now, and I owe one of them a game of Scrabble. Maybe if I throw a bucket of water on the one in the backyard, he'll leave. Hey, it works when the tomcats fight one another.