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The Longest Day (1962)

It’s very simple.  If you haven’t seen The Longest Day you have missed one of the best war movies ever.  I’m no history buff so I don’t know how accurate it truly is but it certainly comes across as authentic right down to the various nationalities actually speaking their own languages (don’t you hate it when you’re watching German soldiers speak English?  Why, I even saw an old movie once in which the German soldiers had British accents – and that was really trippy).  Anywho, you should see this movie, even if it is 3 hours long.  It was a long day for those soldiers, and this is a fitting tribute.

Doug?  Perhaps you have a comment?

Below you will find some trivia taken from Wikipedia.  I hope you find it scintillating:

Richard Todd (playing Major John Howard, Officer Commanding D Company of The 2nd Battalion The Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire Light Infantry, Air Landing Brigade, 6th Airborne Division) was himself in Normandy on D-Day, and participated as Capt. Todd of the 7th Parachute Battalion, 5th Parachute Brigade, British 6th Airborne Division. His battalion actually went into action as reinforcements, via a parachute jump (after the gliders had landed and completed the initial coup de main assault). Capt. Richard ‘Sweeney’ Todd was moved from the plane he was originally scheduled to jump from, to another. The original plane was shot down, killing everyone on board.

As a 22-year-old private, Joseph Lowe landed on Omaha Beach on D-Day with the Second Ranger Battalion and scaled the cliffs at Point-Du-Hoc. He scaled those hundred-foot cliffs all over again, for the cameras, some 17 years later.

Darryl F. Zanuck was quoted in an interview as saying that he didn’t think much of actors forming their own production companies, citing The Alamo (1960), produced by John Wayne, as a failure of such ventures. Wayne found out about this interview before being approached by Zanuck, and refused to appear in the film unless he was paid $250,000 for his role (when the other famous actors were being paid $25,000). Wayne got his requested salary.

Henry Grace was not an actor when being cast as Dwight D. Eisenhower, but his remarkable resemblance to Eisenhower got him the role.

Former U.S. President Dwight D. Eisenhower was considered for the role of himself in the film, and he indicated his willingness. However, it was decided that makeup artists couldn’t make him appear young enough to play his WWII self.

Due to the massive cost overruns on the film Cleopatra (1963) (which was filming contemporaneously), Darryl F. Zanuck had to agree to a fixed filming budget. After he had spent the budgeted amount he started using his own money to pay for the production.

According to fellow veterans major Werner Pluskat was not at his command bunker in Omaha Beach when the first wave of the invasion forces landed, instead he was in a bordello in Caen.

The theme song to the movie, by Paul Anka, was used as the Regimental march of the Canadian Airborne Regiment (1968-1995)

The piper who played the bagpipes as Lord Lovat’s commandos stormed ashore is played by the late Pipe Major Leslie de Laspee who was at the time Pipe Major of the London Scottish Pipe Band, and personal piper to HM the Queen Mother. The actual man who did this stirring deed on D-Day is Bill Millin. He recently donated that very set of pipes to the national war memorial in Edinburgh Castle.

While clearing a section of the Normandy beach near Ponte du Hoc, the film’s crew unearthed a tank that had been buried in the sand since the original invasion. Mechanics cleaned it off, fixed it up and it was used in the film as part of the British tank regiment.

One of producer Darryl F. Zanuck’s big worries was that, as filming of the actual invasion drew near, he couldn’t find any working German Messerschmitts, which strafed the beach, or British Spitfires, which chased them away. He finally found two Messerschmitts that were being used by the Spanish Air Force, and two Spitfires that were still on active duty with the Belgian Air Force, and rented all four of them for the invasion scenes.

An estimated 23,000 troops were supplied by the U.S., Britain and France for the filming. (Germans only appeared as officers in speaking roles.) The French contributed 1,000 commandos despite their involvement in the Algerian War at the time.

The Spitfire planes needed to be fitted with new Rolls-Royce engines before being usable.

No gliders of the sort used in the invasion were available, so Darryl F. Zanuck commissioned new duplicates from the same company that built the originals.

The fleet scenes were filmed using 22 ships of the U.S. Sixth Fleet during maneuvers off Corsica between June 21-30, 1961. The cameras had to avoid shooting the area where the fleet’s aircraft carrier was positioned, as there were no carriers in the invasion.

Just before shooting began in Corsica, Darryl F. Zanuck was approached by a man stating he represented the beach owners. He insisted on a $15,000 payment or else they would drive modern cars along the beach. Zanuck paid the money, but it was later discovered to be a scam as there were no private beaches in Corsica. Zanuck eventually won damages after an eight-year lawsuit.

As there was a nudist colony two miles inland from the Corsican beach, it was necessary to post signs warning the colonists not to approach the water during filming.

During shooting in Ste. Mère-Eglise, traffic was stopped, stores were closed and the power was shut down in order not to endanger the paratroopers who were unused to night drops in populated areas. Still, the lights and staged fire proved too difficult to work around, and only one or two jumpers managed to land in the square – with several suffering minor injuries. One of the initial jumpers broke both legs in landing. Ultimately, plans to use authentic jumps were abandoned, opting instead for rigged jumps from high cranes.

Eddie Albert, who played Colonel Thompson, was a World War II veteran. However, Albert actually served in the Pacific, not in Europe.

With a $10,000,000 budget, this was the most expensive black & white film ever made until Schindler’s List (1993).

During the filming of the landings at Omaha Beach, the American soldiers appearing as extras didn’t want to jump off the landing craft into the water because they thought it would be too cold. Robert Mitchum, who played General Norm Cota, finally got disgusted with them and jumped in first, at which point the soldiers had no choice but to follow his example.

In Italy for the filming of Cleopatra (1963), Roddy McDowall became so frustrated with the numerous delays during its production, he begged Darryl F. Zanuck for a part in this picture just so he could do some work. He ended up with a small role as an American soldier.

One of the very first World War II films made by an American studio in which the members of each country spoke nearly all their dialogue in the language of that country: the Germans spoke German, the French spoke French, and the Americans and Britishers spoke English. There were subtitles on the bottom of the screen to translate the various languages.

Richard Todd, veteran of the action at the bridge at Benouville (later renamed Pegasus Bridge) (see Item 1 above), was offered the chance to play himself but joked, “I don’t think at this stage of my acting career I could accept a part ‘that’ small.” He played the commander of the actual bridge assault itself, Major John Howard, instead.

The role of Lieutenant Colonel Benjamin Vandervoort was actively sought by Charlton Heston, but the last-minute decision of John Wayne to take a role in the film prevented Heston from participating.

Four Spitfires were used in the strafing sequence. They were all ex-Belgian target tugs and all were MK9’s. The serial no.s were MH415, MK297, MK923 and MH434 and all are still extant. The Spitfires were assembled and co-ordinated by former free French Spitfire pilot Pierre Laureys who flew with 340 Squadron, a free French unit in the RAF. The 4 Spitfires were of course re-painted in 340 Squadron markings. Spitfire MK923 was between 1963 and 1998 owned by film actor and Oscar winner Cliff Robertson.

In his memoirs Christopher Lee recalls being rejected for a role in the movie because he didn’t look like a military man (he served in the RAF during WW2).

The Messerschmitts used to portray Luftwaffe fighters were not Bf-109s, but were actually Bf-108 Taifuns, a four-seat cabin monoplane design with a wider fuselage.

Kenneth More, playing Capt. Colin Maud, carried the shillelagh Maud had used in the actual invasion. Maud loaned it to More so the actor could use it in the film.

In researching his contribution to the script, Romain Gary uncovered one of Cornelius Ryan’s mistakes: the casino at Ouistreham had not existed on June 6, 1944. Since the casino set had already been built, however, the scene taking place there was filmed anyway.
A little artistic license never hurt anybody…

Lies My Mum Told Me…

The Family Circa 1969The Family Circa 1969 

 I love my Mum.  She is unique to my eyes, and she’s a very smart cookie.  She had a lot to deal with while my two brothers and I were growing up and I think she did the best she knew how.  Some of her tactics however were quite intriguing as I look back.

For instance, as a child we would go shopping together in the department store in Los Altos, California where I spent the early part of my childhood.  One day we were riding the escalator and she told me not to stick my head over the railing.  I think I did so anyways, so the next time we were there she told me the story about the little girl who got her head cut off riding up the escalator (she didn’t even tell me to not stick my head over the railing again because I might have caught on that she was trying to teach me a lesson).  She said the little girl stuck her head out too far and it got chopped off by the plastic divider between floors.  Well I never forgot that.  I was completely fascinated and asked so many questions every time we rode an escalator from then on that I think she may have wished she had never mentioned it.  It did, however, keep me from sticking my head over the railing.

When we moved to Canada I was still quite young – about 7.  We lived in a small town in the countryside for the first two years.  My Mum liked visiting old graveyards and reading the tombstones.  It was on one of these trips that we passed an old barn and my mother told me the story of the little girl who ran into an old barn to chase down her ball.  She fell through the floor and died.  No doubt this has actually happened on occasion so it wasn’t a complete fabrication.  And once again I was fascinated.  Every time I looked at a barn from then on I would remember that story.

Mum’s coup de gras came when I was in highschool a few years later.  I had the terrible habit of leaving my curling iron plugged in after styling my ever-so-popular Farrah Fawcett hairstyle in the morning.  That was in the days before they had auto shut-offs.  My mother kept telling me to remember to shut off my curling iron, but I kept forgetting.  One day I got a call at the school.  My mother said in her iciest tone that she would be picking up me and my best friend, Lillian, from school that afternoon.  She wouldn’t tell me what was wrong but I knew something was up.

She picked us up and drove towards Lillian’s house.  On the way she said there had been a fire.  She said it was from the curling iron and trust me my Mum could win an academy award for her performance.  I didn’t believe her at first but she didn’t cave and when I asked about my cat she said she didn’t make it out.  Well I burst into tears.  Lillian got out at her house and we drove home with me bawling in the back seat.  When we got home I ran upstairs (it was a rather large house so it didn’t surprise me that there was no evidence of fire in the foyer).  There had been no fire.  My cat was sleeping on my bed.  I called Lillian to tell her, and she said my Mum was ‘crazy’ or something to that effect but that she was glad everything was okay. 

You would think I might be a little scarred by that incident and perhaps I was because from then on I became paranoid I had left my curling iron on.  I remember calling from the payphone at school on many occasions to ask her to check.  Even to this day I double-check my hair straightener and stove burners are off before I leave for work.  And, thanks to my brother, I unplug anything that contains a heating element – like my toaster and portable heater.  So I guess you could say it’s a good thing…a few weeks ago a guy’s whole house burned down because he went out and left a battery charger plugged in.  I guess his mother never lied to him…  

Green Thumbs Up

I approve of the sudden and unexpected chain of events occurring in my potted plants. 

They are arranged next to the north-facing glass doors in my living room where they receive their daily 6 hours or so of sunlight in this glacial wonderland we call Canada.  I often have the doors open a few inches (despite the subzero temperature outside) to allow proper airflow in the room.  With the portable heater aimed at them on and off, they go from feeling the freezing breezes of February in Canada to the blast of heat from the built-in fan.  And for some reason the plants have begun to bloom.  Some of the plants are of the blooming variety – so it’s not a huge surprize to see flowers in the middle of winter.  But some of them are plants that I have a hard time believing were meant to give birth to such exotic petalled  plummage.  It’s like the twilight zone in that corner.  Every day I discover some strange freaky flower lurking under the leaves. 

Yesterday I saw a pillbug traipsing across the carpet.  As an interesting aside I’d like to note that another difference between California and here, is that in California the pillbugs are often called potato bugs (spawn of the devil) and are much rounder than their flatter cousins up here in the North. 

Anyways, I knew the cat would get the pillbug (and I dreaded the crunch) so I quickly picked him up with a napkin and plopped him into the big funeral plant a friend gave me (the funeral plant is also blooming). 

Then, worried that my new pet might need nourishment I promptly looked up ‘what do pillbugs eat’ on Google.  Turns out they eat rotting vegetation.  So that was okay since I was certain there were a few leaves rotting underneath the foliage. 

When I told my friend this story she asked why I hadn’t dropped it off the balcony.  She said I looked absolutely stricken when she said that, and of course I was.  Poor little bugger wouldn’t last a minute at minus 9 degrees.  At which point we started to debate whether the fall would kill him first.  Ultimately I think we both came to the private realization that it was a moot point. 

Believe me the thought has not escaped me that perhaps there are many pillbugs living in the dirt of my potted plants.  I know for a fact they’re there in the summer when the pots are on the balcony.  Which begs the question:  how did they get there in the first place?  It’s not like they fly (see above).  They must arrive in the plants from the nursery.  Which supports the information I read on the internet – that pillbugs are everywhere and nothing short of lighting them on fire with gasoline will rid you of them.  Kinda extreme. 

I just hope they stay in the plants.  I’m still not sure where that pillbug thought he was going yesterday when he was struggling valiantly across the gray pile carpet of my living room but I’ll tell you one thing – it wasn’t towards the exit.

What the…?

I was just watching the Canadian news and heard a story about the Canadian Navy.  Apparently there is some sort of worldwide Navy get-together off the east coast of Canada.  They’ll do maneuvers and cheer each other on and basically have a grand old time. 

Unfortunately, one country won’t be there.  Guess who?  That’s right, Canada!  We are the hosts of an event we cannot attend.  And why can’t we attend?  Because our Navy says they don’t have the money to buy the gas!  How humiliating is that? 

According to various ‘newsheads’ the Navy is just saying that to embarrass our government into giving them more money – money that they already have in abundance.  Who knows?  

Cost of participating in the Navy games = $3 million

Cost of saving face = priceless.

A Canadian Living in an American’s Body

I had a funny thought as I drove home from work yesterday.  I was thinking about my last blog entry (ice car) and I was looking at the snow blowing into my headlights and I started to laugh.  My brother, you see, who lives in California but who was born in Canada says that Canadians always talk about the weather.  So it struck me as funny that my very second blog entry ever (and my third) was the result of the weather.

Someone recently asked me if I feel like I am more of an American or more of a Canadian.  Ultimately I’d have to say that I feel like more of a Canadian.  For although I have lived fully one-third of my life in the US, I always felt like I was an outsider.  Perhaps that was due to the fact that I made very few friends the second time I was there.  But that’s another story.  I do feel the ‘mark’ of my American birthright at all times but it doesn’t mitigate the years I spent growing up in Canada.  Ultimately I’d have to say it’s nice being able to live and work in both great countries without hassle. 

If I do move back to the US it will be to a state that has no snow, and I’ll try not to mention the weather, eh.