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...company survived a minor revolution by malcontents in the Brazilian air force (which paralyzed air travel for days), soaked up all the electricity in the Manaus area and virtually blacked out the city for three weeks, provoked citizens' wrath when Camus hired a nightclub and filled it up with prostitutes, the only extras he could find who were willing to work all night. Camus carried luggage, dug ditches, designed and built nearly every set but the Amazon delta and the Mato Grosso, applied makeup, shifted props, arranged lights, hammered nails, served food. "He's very easy to work...
Lights Out. Camus himself has been dominated only twice in his life: first by his father-in-law, later by the Nazis. Son of a provincial schoolteacher, he studied art in Paris, married the daughter of an aging sign painter. While Camus listened, the old man spun out his wisdom drawn from yoga, Greek philosophy and less classified sources-and the young man soon called him "my master...
...taught me," says Camus, "that the heart beats to the vibrations of the sevenstringed lyre of Orpheus, representing the seven planets. The vibrations are vital." With Camus' wife, the master was killed during World War II. Camus today will not even reveal his name, but includes an aging "master figure" in each of his films (the present one is an old Negro he came upon in Bahia...
After the war, Camus spent more than a decade as "France's best assistant direc tor" before he made it on his own with Black Orpheus. Now, with the completion of Pioneers, it has occurred to him somehow that love should be the great theme of his life, and he is swept away on plans to produce an unending series of love films-carnal and spiritual, full-length and short-for TV. straight cinema, schoolrooms, garden clubs, anyone who wants to hear the gospel of human affection and tenderness. Says he: "I will become the colossus of love...
Tousle-haired, wild-eyed, glowing with his new7 mission and blackened by the sun of Brazil, Camus toasted his friends in the nation's new capital city just before he left. "How I love you," he cried between dollops of Scotch. "Here in Brazil there is no hate, only love. Here we are all brothers." Just then, Brasilia's power failed, and waiters made their way through the dark to light candles. For some reason, Marcel Camus did not shoot the scene...