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BY EDWARD DOHERTY
WHEN the news reached Hollywood, a few years back, that the five Dionne sisters were going to live — and grow up into beautiful princesses — most everybody gave five rousing cheers.
Here, it seemed, was a "natural" for the movies; a five-star-final scoop, a situation just made for lens and mike, and the quintessence of good fortune.
"What could be simpler?" most everybody asked. "You just write a story about these children and shoot it. Then you cash in."
Well, somebody wrote a story, and Twentieth Century-Fox made it into a picture. The quintuplets were infants then, and there was little, if any, trouble. The play was a box-office smash.
Two years later, somebody else wrote a story, but the babies were two years old then; and the picture was a little more difficult to make. Norman Taurog, the director, knew exactly what he wanted, but he couldn't get his message into the minds of the five two-year-olds. So he was compelled, more or less, to give the moppets their own way.
Now Fox has made a third picture — and under what difficulties!
You wouldn't believe how many headaches those five young darlings can inflict.
The quints are growing up, you see. And Hollywood's problem has grown with them.
In the Empire Hotel, in North Bay, Ontario, a few miles from the hospital buildings at Callander, I met a couple of dozen men from Hollywood who were suffering from an acute case of "quint headaches."
They were making a picture to be called "Five
Five little moppets who can be as temperamental as they please and make the movie-makers like it
of a Kind"; they had been shooting for weeks; and, though they had achieved great results, they were eager to get away from it all, to get back to Hollywood as soon as they could.
Said Frank Perrett, spokesman for the group: "We like the country; we adore the quints; we admire Dr. Dafoe; we think we have a swell picture. But — so help me — what headaches!
"For instance, we've not been allowed to work more than one hour a day with the babies. Dr. Dafoe is taking no chances on their becoming tired. There has been no sun, so we had to shoot only interiors. And we've had to shoot all the interior stuff in light of not more than one hundred amps. Your dining room, in case
you're interested, is much better lighted than that.
"In Hollywood we'd use thousands of amperes to light these scenes. But this isn't Hollywood. Intense light might hurt the children. So we've had to learn to use a hundred amps and like it."
"Can you make clear pictures in that light?" I asked.
"Crazy as it seems, we can and do," Perrett admitted. "Maybe Hollywood has been wasting millions of dollars a year for lighting we don't need. Maybe the quints have taught us something that will save us a fortune. I don't know. Maybe it's only such an expert as Dan Clark who could take clear pictures in such light.
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