Archive for August, 2019

Untold Tales of Hollywood #37

Tuesday, August 20th, 2019

Film #10: Heavy Metal (1981)
Directed by Gerald Potterton
Written by Barrie Nelson

I only worked on the B-17 sequence in this film, designing gremlins. Again, my work on this was a quick favor for some friends on the movie, as I was still working full time on Conan the Barbarian.

Lots of jobs and job offers flowed into Ron Cobb‘s and my Conan art department. If we could turn a job or problem around quickly for a friend, we usually did so.

In this case, the Heavy Metal folks contacted me (I think it was through Ron), asking me to direct the B-17 sequence and design the story’s gremlins. Because of Conan, I didn’t have the time to direct the  B-17 story but I was honored to be asked. I drew up several different kinds of gremlins for them (I think Cobb drew some, too), though. I think I might have copies of those designs — but who knows where?

Now, did any of our designs get used in the movie? Maybe, but truly, I have no idea. Perhaps I should watch it again.

Untold Tales of Hollywood #36

Monday, August 19th, 2019

Film #9: Tanya’s Island (1980)
Directed by Alfred Sole
Art direction by Angelo Stea

My pal Mick Garris brought me aboard on this one. I don’t recall what role Mick had on this picture. My pals Rick Baker and Rob Bottin were on this stillborn baby, too.

The movie starred D. D. Winters (Denise Katrina Matthews). Years later, Prince changed her name to Vanity (he originally wanted to call her “Vagina”, but she refused) and she embarked on a singing career with her group Vanity 6. In 1995 she left Hollywood and the entertainment business to serve the Lord and practice her Christian faith. Her Tanya’s Island experience may have been one of the reasons she left The Biz. There was a sex scene in the film. I don’t recall whether or not it was a rape or consensual according to the script. As related to me by some of my friends who were on set, both D. D. and the male actor in the scene were instructed to have real sex on camera, which is completely unprofessional if not illegal.

I was asked to paint some fairly large paintings that appear in the film. One was of a mastiff with a human face (which reminded me of that composite creature in the Philip Kaufman Invasion of the Body Snatchers).

The painting originally looked much nicer than this. The beautiful background and foreground I had created for this picture was sloppily painted out by someone in the art department up in Canada. This job, which I did mostly as a favor, falls under the heading of “No good deed goes unpunished.” D. D. wasn’t the only person abused on this picture.

The other painting was a bloody silhouetted night time cityscape. I think I may have painted a third piece as well — I hope not.

Director Alfred Sole is best known for his second film, Alice, Sweet Alice, Brook Shields‘ movie debut, an okay horror film. He also directed Pandemonium (I created the one sheet art for that movie but didn’t notice he was the director until a few minutes ago). After directing about five films, in a sort of reverse career move, he became a production designer, most notably on the great TV series Veronica Mars.

Untold Tales of Hollywood #35

Sunday, August 18th, 2019

There’s a great scene with a gigantic snake in Conan the Barbarian. Originally, the script called for Conan to drip sweat on the snake, which makes it open its eyes.

Being a reptile enthusiast, I approached writer-director John Milius.

“There’s a problem with this scene, John.”

“What is it?”

“Snakes don’t have eyelids — but here’s what we can do: When Conan drips sweat onto the snake, have the snake’s pupils dilate, to show its been awoken from its slumber.”

And that’s what we did.

Moral (from the Unwritten Rules of Hollywood): Never present a problem unless you already have the solution.

Untold Tales of Hollywood #34

Saturday, August 17th, 2019

Here’s another Conan warm-up sketch:

While going through my archives, I came across a sheet of paper filled with a story that became legendary within the DeLaurentiis family.

Here’s the set-up and the story:
One evening I met two of Dino’s daughters, Raffaella (who was one of our producers) and her younger (sixteen-years-old) sister Francesca, both very attractive women. The next day I performed a little personality test. At breakfast, I presented Raffy with a beautiful red carnation, which I had purchased from my favorite flower stall in Zagreb. I then presented Francesca with my breakfast sugar cubes, knowing that she had a sweet tooth for lots of sugar in her morning coffee.

Raffy was gracious, but complained she had no boutonniere.

Francesca seemed charmed and delighted by my humble gift. I then showed Francesca my Conan art, which she had never seen, and we became fast friends.

About twenty minutes later I was approached by Sigo, who beckoned to me to come out of my (and Ron Cobb‘s) office. I don’t recall what Sigo’s job on the film was; he was probably a DeLaurentiis “fixer”. Sigo looked like a Yugoslavian hitman, dressed head-to-toe in black leather, with a dead-eyed look on his face. Lurking not too far down the hallway from Sigo was Francesca’s uncle, Alfredo DeLaurentiis, his usual grim countenance appearing grimmer than ever.

Sigo leaned forward, searching deep into my eyes for intentions. He spoke slowly and seriously:

“Don’t…touch…leetle…girl.”

“Don’t worry,” I joked. “There are plenty of sixteen-year-old Yugoslavian girls.”

Alfredo glanced away when I looked over to him.

Sigo’s cold expression melted into his more familiar gap-toothed grin.

“Of course, you know I’m only joking…” he laughed.

I stared deep into the eyes of this human crocodile and knew he wasn’t.

“Oh, of course,” I reassured him.

Sigo’s eyes then caught Alfredo’s. The slightly grim and anxious old Italian’s brow knit in acknowledgement. He turned and retreated silently back into Cobb’s office, followed by Sigo. I trailed Sigo with Nino Rota’s The Godfather theme playing inside my head.

This story spread and became part of the film’s backstage lore. Many decades later I ran into Raffaella at Dino’s funeral service in L. A. When her eyes caught mine she burst into a huge smile of recognition.

“Don’t touch leetle girl!” she laughed.

Untold Tales of Hollywood #33

Friday, August 16th, 2019

Before I depart from Conan the Barbarian, I’d like to share some photos and a drawing from the era.

Ron Cobb: Genius, art hero and an important mentor of mine.

Me back then…pre-gray!

The best two years I have ever spent in the film business were the two years I spent in a room with Ron Cobb.

Here’s a rough of a birthday card I drew for John Milius, depicting him as a big bear with his paw caught in the honey jar, titled Ursus Erectus:

The good ol’ days of film making.

Untold Tales of Hollywood #32

Thursday, August 15th, 2019

My time on Conan the Barbarian was coming to a close…and the film had not even begun to be shot.

 

Ron Cobb‘s design for our big final Thulsa Doom set:

While I was still in the States, my friend and publisher Byron Preiss paid a visit to my La Brea studio. He asked me, “If you could do your own book on anything, what would you like to do?”

I thought Byron was just being conversational.

“I don’t know,” was my brilliant response.

Scattered around my studio were various drawings I had done for my pal Don Glut‘s revised Dinosaur Dictionary.

“Would you like to do one on dinosaurs?”

“Sure…” I replied.

A couple of months later, while working on Conan I received a call from Byron.

“Bill! We got our book deal! Bantam Books wants to publish your dinosaur book!”

I suddenly had this big book project dropped into my lap.

Young, dumb and full of the energy of youth, I thought I could do both projects at the same time: work as a designer on Conan and write and illustrate my dinosaur book.

Boy, was I wrong.

It started out great. While in Madrid on Conan, during my off-work evenings I would venture up to my apartment building’s rooftop and draw sketches for the illustrations I wanted to have in my dinosaur book, while watching my Lufthansa friends cavort in the swimming pool.

Eventually, though, I was forced to face the reality of my book’s deadline. I couldn’t do both. I decided to leave Conan to finish my book and then jump back to Madrid to complete my work on Conan.

Before returning to the United States I planned a trip around Europe to do research for my dinosaur book at the great European natural history museums — which is what I did.

Once back in L. A., I began producing the finished art for my dinosaur book. To keep my interest in this massive long term project, I decided to experiment and create dinosaur illustrations in the various styles of my artistic heroes.

“What if Andrew Wyeth painted dinosaurs…What would that look like? Or Arthur Rackham? Or the Detmold brothers? Or Moebius?”

By doing this I was stretching myself artistically and learning lots of new style chops. Originally, the book was to have 50 color illustrations and about 30 black and white pictures. I bumped those color illustration numbers up by being clever: I would do the required black and white illustrations in full color and then tell Bantam to just print them in black and white. I got the response I was hoping for:

“We can’t print these in black and white…They’re too beautiful!”

I eventually bumped the picture numbers up to 80 full color illustrations and 50 black and white pictures. By doing so, this became a much more important book for Bantam.

I stopped mimicking different artistic styles. I no longer had time for that indulgence. I never had what I called “my own style” prior to my dinosaur book. But the pressure to produce to meet my deadlines meant plunging into the pictures and finishing them as quickly as possible. Out of that, what people recognize as my own style emerged.

By expanding the illustration count, I was also delaying my return to Conan. Month after month slipped by. One day I got a frantic call from Madrid. It was one of the producers — and he seemed to be literally crying over the phone out of sheer desperation.

“Bill! You’ve got to come back! We need you! John won’t come out of his trailer. Ron is directing Second Unit. We need to have you back here designing and directing, too.”

It was a tough choice. I loved my Conan family, especially Ron Cobb. But my dinosaur book was the chance of a lifetime. Bantam was gearing up for a huge promotion. The first printing had ballooned from 2000 copies to 250,000 copies — a quarter of a million books! LIFE magazine did an unprecedented eight page full color spread on my dinosaur book.  Conan the Barbarian would be John Milius’ movie; The Dinosaurs – A Fantastic New View of a Lost Era would be all mine.

I finished The Dinosaurs about the same time Ron and John returned from Europe. I gave Ron Cobb, John Milius and Buzz Feitshans a nice dedication in my book.

The Dinosaurs – A Fantastic New View of a Lost Era became a bestseller. It changed my life and my art career forever.

Conan the Barbarian didn’t do so bad, either.

Untold Tales of Hollywood #31

Wednesday, August 14th, 2019

You might want to go back and check on some of my earlier posts. I’ve added quite a few more images as I discovered much more Conan art while digging through my archives for this series. I also found and posted a couple of my Raiders of the Lost Ark storyboard drawings.

To warm up each day while I was working in Europe, I’d do a small Conan-related sketch. Here’s a typical example:

I created a lot of costume designs for the film, as the visuals of our new genre had not been established (as I stated in earlier entries, art conservation was not one of my producers’ fórtes).

They were beautifully interpreted by our costume designer, an Englishman named John Bloomfield. John and I also worked on Conan the Destroyer. By the second film, he needed no help from me. He totally “got” the genre by that time and created a truly incredible wardrobe for our cast.

Prior to John, our costume designer was Dario Cecchi, an old friend of the DeLaurentiis family. Dario, who was gay, was extremely attracted to me. He told me he loved to gaze upon my “Botticelli hands”. Dario loved to bring Francesca DeLaurentiis to hang with his gay circle of friends in Madrid. I didn’t understand why Francesca’s presence was blowing their minds, until Dario revealed to me that Francesca looked exactly like her mother, Silvana Mangano, in her youth. Until then, I had no idea Silvana was such a huge gay icon — a kind of Italian Judy Garland.

Dario was a sweet guy — but he was on the wrong film, in way over his head. Not surprisingly, Dario and John Milius did not see eye-to-eye.

Dario burst into my office in Spain one morning, very upset.

“I am running out of ways to cover Conan’s pee-pee!” he lamented.

John had Dario fired and replaced him with John Bloomfield.

Untold Tales of Hollywood #30

Tuesday, August 13th, 2019

I was talking previously about the Shadizar signage. I’ve got fragments of several pieces depicting signage and standards that I can share. These were stolen from the production and, subsequently, obviously, very poorly stored under damp conditions. They mysteriously and coincidentally 😉 turned up when I was sought after to work on the second Conan film, Conan the Destroyer.

I figured that there would be fast food (street food) stalls in Shadizar. I came up with something that John Milius loved: Lizard-on-a-Stick. He made sure to include it in the movie.

Me at Jadran Studios just outside of Zagreb. In a very short time I had covered the walls with imagery for the film. Man, I wish I was still that skinny!

Here’s a standard I found that was designed by Ron Cobb:

NEW Monsters Sketchbook Volume 6!

Monday, August 12th, 2019

William Stout‘s Monsters Sketchbook Volume 6 boasts 52 pages of monster drawings, including 16 illustrations from the UK’s Hammer Films.

Within that sub-genre are all 6 of Dr. Frankenstein‘s Hammer monsters, plus a portrait of Dr. Frankenstein himself, Peter Cushing. Also included are the four stop motion animation scenes cut from When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth.

Limited to just 950 signed and numbered copies, this collection is a bargain at just $15.00.

Untold Tales of Hollywood #29

Monday, August 12th, 2019

Eventually, our British accountant deviously sought to undermine Yugoslavia as our shooting location. He owned a house in Spain, which was clearly the reason he conspired to move the Conan the Barbarian production to Spain.

Somehow, through lies and deception, he convinced the producers we would be better off making our movie in Spain.

After that decision was made, I was given a choice:
1) I could move with the production to Madrid, Spain. It would take a while for them to generate work for me as they settled us into our new quarters, nevertheless, I would still be kept on salary and per diem.
or
2) While most of the rest of the company moved to Spain, I could live in Rome, Italy until they were ready for me. No salary, though, and no per diem.

Having never been to Rome, I chose Number 2.

I couldn’t believe my bus ride from the Rome airport to the center of town. The streets into town seemed to be lined with many of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. It seemed like I was in an entire city peopled with incredibly stunning Catholic school girls. Could this really be true, or was it an Italian Chamber of Commerce trick? On the bus I met a beautiful Thai stewardess. We were instantly attracted to each other. We would tour Rome during the day, and then I’d take her to dinner each evening. She would always order the same thing: a pork chop.

I ended up living in Rome for a few months. Every day the daughter of our set decorator (Giorgio Postiglione) would pick me up on her Vesna and take me to a museum I wanted to see. Around noon, we would go back to her family’s apartment where her mom would make me lunch. In the evenings, if I wasn’t chasing women, I would watch TV with the family.

Italian TV revealed just how uptight Americans are when it comes to sex — and how different we are from the rest of the world. One of the popular family (and I stress…family) variety shows was hosted by a transvestite. He introduced the next act, which was the popular disco singer Cicciolina (Ilona Staller). She was in a huge, shallow glass cup, covered in chocolate. Several nearly nude, well-muscled gay men carried in buckets of milk. As she sang her disco song, the men began pouring milk all over her until the chocolate was washed away, revealing her completely nude body. I can’t imagine this happening on an American network equivalent, something like the Ed Sullivan Show. Cicciolina later ran for a seat in the Italian Parliament — and won. Later, she became artist Jeff Koons‘ muse. Together they modeled for and produced several pornographic sculptures.

Sexual rules are very different in Italy (and the rest of Europe) than they are in the United States. In Rome, I was frequently encouraged by parents to date and have sex with their fourteen-year-old daughters. No one thought this was improper or unusual.

Giorgio told me a story about when he was working on a project out in the country. At noon each day he would have sex with a local girl in a beautiful forested spot. One day, while they were in the middle of making love, Giorgio heard muffled laughter. He looked up to see his daughter watching him from behind a bush, a big smile on her face. Then, Giorgio’s wife popped up. She laughed; Giorgio laughed, his daughter laughed and the girl laughed. Then, they all had a nice picnic lunch together.

I asked Giorgio’s wife if this was true. She confirmed Giorgio’s story.

“You weren’t jealous?” I asked.

“No,” she replied and smiled. “I know Giorgio is mine.”