The public is never wrong (1953)

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The Public Is Never Wrong Hackett looked at him in amazement. "Wont that cost a lot of money?" "Regardless," Porter answered, "if you can do a better job we will do them over and if necessary over again." Hackett looked inquiringly at me. I nodded. "If you are willing, we are willing." From that moment Hackett's interest picked up. He and his wife kept asking, "When do we see the pictures taken yesterday?" While he had not exactly resisted Porter's direction, the lack of understanding between them had shown itself on the screen. Now he began to help Porter map out the action. He followed the chalk marks instead of forgetting himself and striding all over the set. Now that we were without our daily round of crises with Hackett, others had feathers easily ruffled. Many a night I had dinner with a player at the nearby Castle Cave Restaurant, explaining that the camera technique was different, that Porter had to insist on certain ways of acting to bring the story across on the screen. The players were not particularly temperamental. They simply did not know what to do and were upset. Porter kept to himself, and if disappointed or hurt would light his cigar and pace up and down. I did not interfere in the production, but there were points I had to get across, such as the best way to handle the people who complained to me. The best way to do this, I discovered, was to send Al Kaufman up to a rathskeller in which Porter ate every night. Usually his secretary and assistant ate with him. Al was a cheerful companion, wel