There is a thriving market for movie memorabilia from John Frankenheimer’s Grand Prix on the Internet with movie posters in a variety of languages and programs from various cities’ premiers, some signed by the racing drivers and movie stars in attendance. Because I can’t think of better ways to spend my day I often find myself perusing the offerings from various auctioneers.
This series of photos is currently up for bidding at Heritage Auctions. These lobby displays sure put to shame any mere movie poster or lobby card. I wonder where that imposing display featuring the tracks of the Formula 1 season is today. Hopefully it escaped the landfill and is adorning the entryway to someone’s home screening room.
More information (and more photos) on Heritage Auctions’ lot detail page.
Look at this behind-the-scenes production photo of James Garner on the set of Grand Prix and tell me that the Go-Pro isn’t a little electronic miracle. via Time Wasting Machine
We think of Grand Prix solely as Frankenheimer’s movie. In the basic sense I suppose it was, but I often forget about legendary designer and filmmaker Saul Bass’ hand in the film.
He did the title sequences—which were brilliant—but he also had a hand in the choreographed racing montage sequences as well. They’re handled wonderfully in the film, often as musical interludes that are balletic in parts, raw and evisceral in others. In short, they’re perfect analogues for racing in general. They’re so wonderfully assembled, you’d be forgiven for thinking that they’re the result of months of preparation and storyboarding.
Shooting the races in Grand Prix brought into focus for me the Director-as-Performer mode. Until then I had been directing in the Repertory mode. Small companies, with accumulated experience working together. All in tune with an exploratory point of view. Shifts in concept or staging understood as a process, rather than a certainty.
This all changed when I began directing the races for Grand Prix. The first race was at Spa in Belgium. We had permit problems with the Racing Association. We didn’t know if we could even get on the track. If we did, I would have no advance opportunity to study the track or even to know what part of the track we would have. Suddenly, at the end of one day, we unexpectedly got permission to shoot the next day. I arrived at an assigned section of the track at 8:30am. I saw an unfamiliar terrain, a multilingual crew, a slew of Formula One racing cars and drivers, 1,500 extras, and others—waiting for “the word”. I looked around. What’s my first shot? A race start. I called out my requirements. “Put the cars over there. The No. 1 Camera here. 600mm lens. The crowd…” I had another thought. I started again. “Let’s have the cars further back. No. 2 Camera there. 1000mm lens. Put the 600mm lens…” Pause. I had a better idea. “Here’s what we do…” I stopped. I could see the crew looking at each other and growing restless. My authority eroding. It was a very long day. But, somehow I got through it.
The next day, I arrived on the set. New pieces of track. New terrain. A thousand pairs of eyes zapped in on me. Silence. In a panic, I grabbed my cane. Plunged it into the turf. “OK! No. 1 Camera here. 200mm lens. No. 2 Camera there, 600mm lens. No. 3 Camera in the stands. All cars lined up for a start there. 1,000 extras in the stands. The rest in the woods. And call me when you’re ready!” A beat.
Pandemonium broke loose, and everybody went to work. I hopped into my jeep with my first cameraman, tooled around the curve in the track, stopped where no one could see, and said to myself, “OK. What the hell am I going to do today?” I knew it would take them a little time to get that all sorted out. So I calmed down. Went down the track a bit. Set up some angles and figured out my day’s work… my shot list. My first assistant came running up. They were ready. We drove back to the set. I looked everything over. “Fine. Alright. We’re ready to go.” “Ready?” “Ready.” “Camera ready?” “Camera rolling…speed!” “Action!” VVRRROOOOMMMMM! The cars took off. “Cut. Print. Next shot!” People exchanged glances. “He knows what he wants. We’re in good hands.”
Of course, I never actually used that shot. It was a question of morale… I learned that when you have an army, you may have to ride a white horse.
