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daryl duke a prince of a man
by Anne Cameron
Daryl Duke’s latest film, The Silent Partner, should be released in the fall. Cinema Canada asked Cam Hubert to write a profile on the man who had given her important lessons on how to work in film. What we received was a tribute to Duke from a warm and
western point of view.
I first met Daryl Duke some five years ago when he was casting for I Heard The Owl Call My Name, and came to Nanaimo to audition the members of my theatre group, “Tillicum Theatre”. I had been aware of his work for a number of years and, in fact, it was his program for the old ‘Manipulators’ series, a one-hour drama called “Spike In The Wall’’, that lay to rest forever any doubts I had about the possibility of television as a viable art form.
When I was asked to consider writing an article on the man I immediately sat down and began to list his film and television credits; then it occurred to me that anybody reading this
Anne Cameron was once known as Cam Hubert and is the author of many peoms and plays and of the screenplays for the films “The Dreamspeaker” and “A Matter of Choice. ’”’
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Daryl Duke
magazine would probably be familiar enough with film not to need the list, and anybody who did need the list or was unaware of the man’s contribution, probably wouldn’t be caught dead with a film magazine. So, if anybody expects the usual ‘curriculum vitae’, disabuse yourself immediately.
Daryl Duke is West Coast and it shows in the way he walks, the way he talks and the way he relates to people. There is something special and honest about West Coasters, and if you don’t believe me, ask anybody from the West Coast. Daryl has worked on fishboats and still walks as though picking his way carefully across a wet deck; he never seems to lift one foot without being sure the other is firmly planted, but he gets there before the rest of the crowd. He has worked in a fish cannery, and perhaps it is the memory of guts and stink and the eternal buzzing of flies that keeps him open to