Orphans/Molotov Cocktail Scene
Posted: Fri May 27, 2005 4:11 pm
I just found another article by former Furie/Location Scout Rob Ryder. He mentions the scene a little bit. Now we know what kind of car was used!! From his former ESPN 2 column;
"I hate explosions. I hate pyrotechnics. Too unpredictable. Way back when, I worked as a locations scout on "The Warriors." We needed a street where we could blow up a Cadillac. I found one out in Brooklyn someplace; but Walter Hill, the director, said it looked too open. So they sent me to some trucking joint over in Queens, where I rented six huge tractor-trailers and had them driven over and parked in the street.
Then Walter didn't like how bare they looked, so they sent out three union scenic artists who spent an entire day painting some lame-ass graffiti on one half of one side of one truck. Talk about milking a job. We all went home that night; the next morning, we're back and all six trailers are slathered in bold graffiti, front to rear, top to bottom.
That night, they wire the Caddy to blow it up. It's tense on the set. We're striding up and down the street, making sure it's all locked down, the neighbors out of harm's way. Way down the street, there's this old Italian couple, must have been in their '90s, who wanted to watch. They'd set up lawn chairs on the sidewalk. I asked an A.D. if we were safe there, and he looked at me funny.
"You're like 300 yards away."
"Yeah?"
"Of course you're safe," he sniffed.
They finally rolled cameras.
"Fire in the hole!" (They actually yell it.) The car blew up, and the huge steel hood came screaming straight at us on a line drive; flew right over our heads and smashed into the building behind us.
"Buono," said the old signora.
But the old man, he was pissed. "
"I hate explosions. I hate pyrotechnics. Too unpredictable. Way back when, I worked as a locations scout on "The Warriors." We needed a street where we could blow up a Cadillac. I found one out in Brooklyn someplace; but Walter Hill, the director, said it looked too open. So they sent me to some trucking joint over in Queens, where I rented six huge tractor-trailers and had them driven over and parked in the street.
Then Walter didn't like how bare they looked, so they sent out three union scenic artists who spent an entire day painting some lame-ass graffiti on one half of one side of one truck. Talk about milking a job. We all went home that night; the next morning, we're back and all six trailers are slathered in bold graffiti, front to rear, top to bottom.
That night, they wire the Caddy to blow it up. It's tense on the set. We're striding up and down the street, making sure it's all locked down, the neighbors out of harm's way. Way down the street, there's this old Italian couple, must have been in their '90s, who wanted to watch. They'd set up lawn chairs on the sidewalk. I asked an A.D. if we were safe there, and he looked at me funny.
"You're like 300 yards away."
"Yeah?"
"Of course you're safe," he sniffed.
They finally rolled cameras.
"Fire in the hole!" (They actually yell it.) The car blew up, and the huge steel hood came screaming straight at us on a line drive; flew right over our heads and smashed into the building behind us.
"Buono," said the old signora.
But the old man, he was pissed. "