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Directed by: Sarah Kelly
Cast: Robert Rodriguez, Quentin Tarantino, George Clooney
Screenplay: Sarah Kelly Music: Cary Berger, Dominic Kelly.
Country: USA |
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Full-Tilt Boogie documents the production of Robert Rodriguez's 1996 genre-straddling road movie/horror opus From Dusk Till Dawn. Sarah Kelly (a production assistant on the likes of Pulp Fiction and Killing Zoe) explores the production of the film in impressive detail, from the project's announcement at the 1995 Fangoria Convention and culminating with the last day of shooting, several months later.
Beyond the expected interviews with the likes of George Clooney, Quentin Tarantino, Robert Rodriguez and Juliette Lewis, Kelly introduces to us to people from practically every area of the production. We meet extras, publicists, assistant directors (including Douglas Aarnikowski, who subsequently directed Highlander: Endgame), grips, caterers, makeup artists (spotlighting gore legends Gregory Nicotero and Howard Berger), hairdressers, drivers… Pretty much everyone in fact. Many of these people have interesting, insightful and occasionally hilarious things to say about the ins and outs of the shoot.
Expectedly, there are problems along the way, such as a massive dust storm that hampers shooting, and a damaged set as a result of a misfired pyrotechnic explosion, but seeing how these mishaps are handled is quite interesting. What is especially compelling however, is the films exploration of the labour dispute that erupts during filming. From Dusk Till Dawn was a non-union shoot, which is something of an oddity for production over ten-million. This incurs the ire of the powerful IATSE union, who threaten work bans and pickets. As the drama plays out, we get a number of explanations from the avowedly anti-union Tarantino, and producers Lawrence Bender and Elizabeth Avellan (Rodriguez's now-estranged wife). Kelly's crew (who are non-union themselves) then set out, Michael Moore-style, to grab an interview with IATSE's chairman Lyle Trachtenberg, which doesn't prove easy. Though it's clear whose side Kelly is on, the debate is still compelling and challenging, regardless of your politics on unionism.
On the lighter side of things, we get to see the crew unwind (though the sight of Juliette Lewis singing karaoke is not for the weak of stomach) and chat about backstage romances. Tarantino is his usual motor-mouthed self, and Clooney pulls pranks and makes the ladies swoon. There's also the surreal moment where a spectacularly self-absorbed Fred Williamson talks up his production company (and its cheesy films that no one has heard of) through a faceful of vampire makeup. That alone is worth the price of admission... |
IIRC, Rodriguez seems to spend almost all of his time on set with a guitar in hand, and occasionally looked like a bit of a weirdo.