Wednesday, November 28, 2007

I Was an Extra on Bram Stoker's Dracula

Sony's recent release of a two-disc DVD edition of Bram Stoker's Dracula brought back memories. And anticipation. Till now, there was only the one-disc edition, with no special features. No deleted scenes. Not "making of" documentaries.

Why my anticipation?

Because I spent some of the 1990s working as a film and TV extra, and my first gig was on Bram Stoker's Dracula. It being my "first time," I fondly recall my time working on that film (despite very long hours, it didn't feel like work at all), and I'd hoped to see more of myself in the special features.

No such luck. There's nothing of me in the special features. But the seeing the documentaries on the two-disc DVD did bring back memories.

I'd been working in a producer's office, two rooms the third floor of a building in Hollywood. On the second floor was a casting director's office. Shortly after my producer boss was evicted for non-payment of rent, I saw a casting notice in Daily Variety seeking "English, Turkish, and East European types" for Francis Ford Coppola's new Dracula film. The notice mentioned the casting office on the second floor.

I'd never done any acting before, but my parents are Hungarian (my father Transylvanian). When I so informed the casting office, they said they were eager to see me.

They didn't call me into the Hollywood building. Instead, I was called to the Sony lot and asked to audition in Romanian, improvising a frightened man. I explained that I spoke Hungarian, not Romanian. The CD said that was fine. So I acted frightened, in Hungarian.

The CD said that all audition tapes would be reviewed by Coppola himself. So I guess I've been seen by Coppola.

I can affirm the rumors that Coppola was a perfectionist on that film. The CD's walls at Sony were covered with old photos and sketches of late 1800s scenes from England and Romania. Coppola seemed determined to capture the look and feel of that time and place with accuracy. (The DVD's special features indicates that he took some creative leeway, but he certainly began his journey with extensive research.)

I didn't get a speaking role, but I was phoned a few days (or weeks?) later, and invited to be an extra on the film, because of my "East European look." I was later told, on the set, that another reason for casting me was that I had longish hair, which was true of Englishmen in 1897. (That's right, despite my "East European look, I was cast as an Englishman.) And men with longish hair were hard to find just then (in December 1991), because a lot of military films had recently been shot, so there were few male extras with longish hair. (Lots of military crewcuts, though.)

I was called in for a wardrobe fitting. They gave me a long black coat.

My first scene was with Anthony Hopkins. I was one of the medical students. There must have been a still photographer wandering about, because I ended up (uncredited) on page 87 of James Hart's lavishly illustrated published screenplay.

Curiously, I'm standing on the first tier (just above Hopkins) in the photo in the book, yet I'm standing on the second tier in the film. I don't remember why. I suppose they'd moved us medical students around, trying to determine the best setup, and the still photographer did his work at one point in the day, while the scene itself was shot by the cinematographer at some other time.

Us medical students kept wandering about the stage during breaks, upsetting the P.A. She said, "I swear, you're the antsiest bunch of extras I've ever seen." Antsiest. Her exact word. I never forgot that.

Some of the extras endured additional makeup, with mustaches and sideburns glued to their faces. I had a natural beard at the time (still do), so I escaped that ordeal. They did spray some plastic on my hair, to set in place the late 19th century hair style they'd given me.

At one point Hopkins addressed us extras up in the tiers. He asked, "Are you all actors?" Many of us answered yes. Hopkins then asked for a show of hands to see which of us were actors. I sort of half raised my hand, not sure if I considered myself one or not. I'd only just stumbled into this "acting thing," and was still wondering if I might pursue it further.

After the scene was wrapped, I overheard some A.D. or P.A. discussing the need for another extra for that night's chapel scene. (They were shooting round the clock.)

Remember the chapel scene at the start of the film, when Gary Oldman weeps over his dead bride? That was shot over two nights. And apparently, one of the monks who'd stood behind the priest on the first night of shooting had fallen sick and was unavailable for the second night. I came forward and volunteered to fill in for the monk. They accepted my offer.

So in that scene, sometimes one of those two silent monks is me, sometimes not.

Neither Anthony Hopkins nor Winona Ryder was on the set that night. Gary Oldman was the only star present, hunched over and crying. I knew he'd been in Sid and Nancy, a film that I'd liked, but I didn't recognize him on set. I was impressed with his work in the chapel scene. After the scene was wrapped, I said something to him like, "Very impressive work. Very good." He smiled and thanked me, tears still staining his face.

I didn't know at the time that extras weren't supposed to speak to the actors, but Oldman seemed not to mind.

The A.D. gave me a separate voucher for the chapel scene, apart from my previous voucher for the medical school scene. Thus was I paid for two full "days," although I'd worked the scenes back-to-back.

Maybe the production saved money by clocking me for two days. If they'd treated the medical school and chapel scenes as the same day, I might have earned some serious overtime. But I was nonunion back then, so the work rules were flexible as applied to me. And I didn't care about the money. Not then. It was my first time on a Hollywood film set, and I just wanted the experience to last. I'd have done it for free.

The A.D. did approve a "translation bump" for me, about $20 as I recall. This was because Oldman had been seeking some Romanian phrase or remark, not to speak, just to internalize, to help him assume character. So I'd told the A.D. some Hungarian phrases, which he'd passed on to Oldman.

Oldman was quite the Method Actor. He was indeed impressive to watch on set, and the results of his Method work remain evident on film.

I came in for a two other days. I was one of some 400 extras in the London street scenes shot on Universal's backlot. Both the daylight scenes and night time scenes.

The extras were kept in large tents. One large tent served as a dressing room for the men. Another large tent was the women's dressing room. One woman gasped upon seeing other women undressing in the tent. "You can't be shy in this business," another woman commented.

An even larger tent was a coed holding pen, where both men and women waited while not working on set, chatting and reading and snoozing. It had rained and the grass was moist. One middle-aged woman sketched her fellow extras. She sketched me in my costume, and gave it to me when done. I still have her work, framed and on my wall.

We were well fed. I was told that wasn't always the case, especially with crowd scenes. One extra described working on Steven Spielberg's Hook. "Lunch was some popcorn," he said.

Back on the set, I asked an extra if there were any stars on the set that day. "Winona Ryder," I was told. It was the first I'd ever heard the name. Although I was a fan of horror films even back then, I'd not yet seen Beetlejuice or Edward Scissorhands, because those films sounded like they had too much comedic or fantasy content, respectively.

"What's Winona Ryder look like?" I asked, hoping for a glimpse of a star. "She's a little thing," I was told.

I rented Bram Stoker's Dracula when it was first released on video, eagerly seeking myself. Ryder made no impression on me, and I promptly forgot her when the film ended. I never saw her in anything again until earlier this decade, when I saw Lost Souls.

Everything in and about Lost Souls blew me away, and I then watched everything Ryder had appeared in over the previous decade and a half. So yes, now I'm a fan. Yes, she's got a very impressive body of work, especially Girl Interrupted. But her name meant nothing to me all throughout the 1990s; I'd even forgotten that she'd been in Bram Stoker's Dracula. Go figure.

After they wrapped a daytime scene, they brought in a second unit crew and a new group of extras. They also asked if any of us wanted to stay for a second "day" that night. I naturally volunteered.

I didn't make it into the daytime scenes in the final cut. Maybe they didn't film me. Maybe I ended up on the cutting room floor. I am in a night time scene; the one outside the railroad station, when Johnathan Harker returns from the Continent and sees Dracula "young again." I'm crossing the street, carrying a piece of luggage. I do my cross right after a horse-drawn carriage crosses my path.

A P.A. had wanted to give my luggage it to another extra. I was hesitant, because I'd signed for the suitcase with the Props Dept, so I was responsible for its return. I asked the P.A. if we could notify the Props Dept. "Never mind!" the P.A. snapped. "I don't mind," I said, not wanting to be difficult. "It's just that I'm responsible." The P.A. was testy, but replied, "Don't worry, it's not your fault."

I also had a scene with the white wolf. Or rather, I was called in, then taken out before anything was shot. They were trying different set ups. I'd stood facing the wolf, from eight or ten feet away, the wolf looking happy, yet unleashed. I was told it was only part wolf, and well fed. There were crew around me, and I was told it was safe, but not to make any sudden moves. "Because if you do," said a big, burly crewman, standing right behind me, "he'll BITE YOUR BALLS OFF!"

I worked on over 60 productions in the 1990s, on and off. Some I worked on for weeks, some only a day. Movies and sitcoms, commercials and infomercials, even a Japanese TV commercial shot in California. Many days were long and grueling, 14 to 16 hours. Work conditions got cushier, and the pay better, after I was admitted into SAG in 1994. Even so, the novelty of being on a set wore off, and I grew to dislike extra work. I stopped about 1997 or '98.

My personal record for the longest day working as an extra remains my time on Bram Stoker's Dracula, about 23 hours on set in one day. However, that day didn't feel long. It was a fun adventure, one that I never wanted to end. And although I didn't make it into the 2 DVD edition's special features (maybe when they release a 3-disc edition?), I retain fond memories of working on that film.


James said...

Who cares?

Anonymous said...

How rude James...

I have always loved this film and found this blog very interesting. It would have been great to be there for the shoot - thanks for sharing dracula extra!!

RLR said...

nice one man! it's an awesome film, and it must have been quite class to be involved!

thanks for sharing your experiences with us, ignore people who have nothing better to do that try and bring down others.

Mr. Word Player said...
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Mr. Word Player said...

What a fascinating account! Fans of cinema can certainly glean new insight into the production process from different/less well-trodden points of view like this one.

And what a fantastic memory you'll always have of your brief exchange with Oldman. Reminds me of a similar one I had as an Office PA for Tony Scott's THE FAN. I was making a rare trip to the set and wearing a baseball cap that had "What's Up Cuz!" stitched into it.

Robert DeNiro happened to walk by, paused to read my cap, then smiled, looked me in the eye and gave me a "What's Up" head nod, and then walked on. Even though the silent conversation was between him and my hat, I'll still never forget it.

elisamaza76 said...

Bram Stoker's Dracula is one of my favorites. It has its flaws, but I think it's a fascinating film despite, and sometimes because of them. How exciting to have been part of the film - thanks for sharing these memories!

erkman27 said...

Wow! It's great to read about all your wonderful experiences! You should add them to IMDB!

veronica said...

this was fun to read! i have my horror class watch this film, and this insider's view will be fun to share (even though we can't stop giggling over keanu's 'accent'). thx!

Thomas said...

I've done radio interviews to promote some of my horror books, and the radio announcer asked me about Keanu's "worst English accent ever." So apparently, many think his accept was pretty poor in that film, though I wasn't bothered by it when watching the film.

It's also rare that a film with a crowd scene can be fun to do. In most crowd scenes, the extras are treated as cattle, but Coppola insisted that the extras were valuable participants in his film, and that we be treated with respect.

David E Stone (I) said...

This was great fun to read, Tom. I was Supervising Sound Editor on the film (Tom McCarthy, Jr and I were awarded the Academy Award for this job) and I have not seen or heard the new DVD. I heard it was to be overseen by Kim Aubrey, who was there on top of all the tech during Post sound work at Coppola's facility, so I imagine the audio will NOT suck! A note about Keanu's accent: Keanu told Francis before Post Sound began that he knew his accent was awful. He said something like "if you have to completely re-voice me with another actor, I will understand and I won't be angry about it." With that, my respect for the young actor went up a thousand points. He took some time with a vocal coach, and our crew ADR'd all of Keanu's lines about six months after the shoot. Of course the accent is still awful; In my opinion, the young slacker has in recent years grown into a fine and thoughtful actor. After his work in "Something's Gotta Give" and "The Lake House," I'm looking forward to watching him grow. He'll make a fine Klaatu, and probably be a lot less wooden than Michael Rennie!

Unknown said...

Good read! This movie was, I think, the first horror flick I'd ever seen on the big screen so thinking about it brings back lots of nostalgic memories. I was just a little kid back then so some of the scenes scared the $hit out of me, especially the one where the wolf smashes through the window and leaps on Sadie Frost's character. Horrifying!

BTW Thomas, which horror books have you written and where may I find them?

Thomas said...

Thanks for asking.

My horror books are Vampire Nation and Halloween Candy, and you can get them at

Clifford said...

Hey man, that was not only a fascinating read, but a beautifully realized one. I too love that film, despite it's flaws and plan to watch it again. Soon. With an eye to spotting you! When it came out, my sister took me to see it for my birthday, and bought me a T-shirt that said down one sleeve: Love Never Dies. If I remember correctly, they did an awful lot of advertising and tie-ins for that film...pretty big deal at the time. Thanks for the memory...

Thomas said...

Glad to see you here, Cliff.

I can understand your sister loving that film. Women loved that film in a way they love no other horror film. Whenever I mention having worked on it, it's the women who gush about it.

After I made this observation, one woman told me, "Of course women love that film! It's about a man who loved his wife so much, he waited 400 years to see her again."

Sidney said...

Found this via Cliff's blog. What a great film to be on site for! I bet that was loads of fun.

I recently got to be an extra on an independent film. We worked all night, but like you said it was nothing like working.

I had a blast watching the actors go through their paces.