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THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 18, 1995. PAGE 5.
Top billing goes to
the honeywagon driver
The way to get things done is not
to mind who gets the credit for
doing them.
Benjamin Jowett
Poor old Ben. As a classical theologian he
was undoubtedly first-rate. He was easily
one of the best loved Masters in the entire
history of Balliol College in Oxford.
But if he'd ever tried to peddle that who-
cares-who-gets-credit philosophy in the
movies they'd have strung him up from a
lamppost at the corner of Hollywood and
Vine.
Who gets credit for what is everything in
Hollywood. If you don't believe me, go shell
out six or eight bucks and sit through
Waterworld, the Kevin Costner epic
currently inundating movie screens around
the world.
Don't bother sitting through the movie.
Arrive late, just in time for "the credits".
The credits for Waterworld are a mini-
documentary unto themselves. They roll for
an incredible seven minutes — and they don't
just name stars and co-stars. The Waterworld
credits sing the praises of "the chief
dockmaster," the "vault manager," "trimaran
co-co-ordinators" and some poor creatures
known as "digital roto supervisors".
There are more than eight hundred
An American
horror
story
A number of years ago when I was doing
business in the Middle East on behalf of
several Canadian companies, I was
contacted by one of the Arabs there with
whom I had done business. He had, he said,
an egg contract worth millions of dollars and
wondered whether I might be able to arrange
a deal with any Canadian egg producers.
I got a copy of the contract and then
checked with the appropriate embassy to
make sure that it was as valid as it seemed to
be. An answer to the affirmative set me on
my way and it was in the following three
months that I came to discover the
incompetence, greed and arrogance of the
Egg Marketing Board.
They resented the fact that anybody
outside the board was trying to do business
with Canadian eggs anywhere in the world.
As my frustration mounted, I went to the
Canadian government trade officials, who
knew me and my work, and asked them for
advice. They looked into it and came back
with the answer that I should just forget it.
The Marketing Board would frustrate any
attempt I made to sell eggs. If they could not
do it themselves, nobody else could.
Off the record they admitted the board was
all the things I accused it of being, but what
else was new.
individual credits immortalizing the folks
who helped make Waterworld.
— and that's for a flop. The mind shudders
to think how many extra legions Costner
would have needed to make a successful
movie.
Back when I was a kid all you had to do
was blink and you'd miss the movie credits.
In the early days the credits rolled before the
feature film and they kept them simple. They
told you the name of the director, the
producers, the leading man, the leading lady
and then they told you you only had five
more minutes to get your popcorn.
I can remember years ago being mystified
by such credit designations as "gaffer",
"grip" and "best boy". A cousin who'd
played an extra in a few Hollywood movies
straightened me out. "Gaffer" she explained,
was a lighting technician. "Grips" were the
guys who lugged the heavy movie cameras
around. And "best boy" was a kind of
rarefied gofer who fetched coffee and
anything else the grips and gaffers needed.
But then the movie credit business got
complicated. In the credits to the movie
Batman Forever you will see
acknowledgements for the "Batsuit
wrangler" and even a "Robinsuit wrangler".
What the hell is that?
I can see they might want to have
somebody specifically in charge of seeing
that Batman's cape doesn't get wrinkled and
Robin's fly stays zipped up — but wrangler?
My dictionary defines wrangler as 'a
However, I find that Canada is not the
only one with price-support problems. I
recently came across some details of an
American effort to protect the peanut
farmers in the U.S. and they certainly have a
similar incompetence as I found in the egg
business.
Back in 1949 the U.S. government set up a
program which had, as its sole purpose, the
protection of family farms. The peanut farms
are permitted to grow their crop for export
and do not need a licence. The control
begins when the government goes to
inordinate lengths to prevent any peanuts
whatsoever from finding their way into the
domestic market. The domestic market is
serviced by farmers with a licence but, far
from protecting family farms,•two-thirds of
all peanuts are grown by absentee landlords
(doctors, lawyers and similar professions).
The farmer who runs the farm must rent the
licence from these absentee landlords and
this rent is frequently the most expensive
cost of growing the peanuts.
Because of all the protection, the farmers
that do own their own licence have a nice
thing going for them — profits are calculated
to be just above 50 per cent of costs. All this
costs taxpayers about $120 million a year
and consumers at least $one-half billion in
extra costs.
Small wonder that the support price for
American peanuts is about twice the world
price.
Just to show you that normally rational
people can make egregious blunders, when
Congress got around to deciding what the
price of peanuts should be based on, it was
considered that the best place to start would
be the costs of production. So far, so good!
cowboy...esp. in charge of saddle horses'.
Never mind — it gets weirder. Batman
Forever also gave a credit line to a
'grecnsman', a 'patcher' and — my favourite: a
'hair puncher'.
The only person I know who could use a
hair puncher is convicted-felon-turned-
boxing-impresario Don King — but he
doesn't act.
At least not in movies.
Movie credits have gotten more
complicated because films arc a lot more
technical than they used to be. Half the
movies on the screen these days would be
laughed out of the theatre if it wasn't for the
special effects. Naturally, the people
responsible for those special effects think
they deserve a pat on the back too.
Plus it's a form of Hollywood currency.
Anyone who can point to their name in the
credits for, say, Rocky One through Twenty-
Three — probably isn't going to have trouble
landing a job on Rocky Twenty-Four.
Still, the credit business is getting pretty
silly. There's a movie called Carrington
coming soon to a theatre near you. After it's
over, when the credits roll you will see a
. credit for "honeywagon driver".
A honeywagon driver is the guy who
brings in and removes those Johnny-On-
The-Spot portable toilets they use on
location.
For some of the movies I've seen lately,
the honeywagon driver should get top
billing.
Then the silly season set in and the same
Congress decreed that the price could move
upward but never downward. Back in 1990 a
shortage of peanuts due to a drought forced
the price upward. When the resulting
shortage was finally removed, you do not
need to be a genius to predict what
happened. The price paid the peanut farmers
stayed at this artificially high level.
The latest ploy is to cut acreage planted,
the same as they do in the tobacco marketing
board in Ontario but even at that there is a
surplus. When the market price falls below
the government support price, the farmers
unload the resulting surplus on the
government.
Meanwhile back to the exports. I won't go
into too much detail but one observer has
stated that the government has tighter
controls over the shipment of U.S. peanuts to
the port of loading than it does over the
shipment of plutonium used in nuclear
weapons.
Nor were American farmers the only ones
to feel the long arm of government controls.
Until 1994 the U.S. restricted the entry of
foreign peanuts to about two per year for
each citizens. The GATT and NAFTA
agreements forced the government to allow
for gradual increases. To placate the farmers
the Clinton government put a 155 per cent
tariff on imports.
So much for the brave talk in the U.S.
about the merits of free trade. So much, too,
for the same government that wants to
hammer the Canadians for doing the same
thing to their domestic poultry and dairy
products.
At the rate Washington is going, there may
soon not be any peanut industry to protect.
A.
The
short
of it
By Bonnie Gropp
Say Non please
For those of us who are ready for
assurances of any kind, you'll be pleased to
hear that physic JoJo Savard has predicted
that Canada will prevail, Quebecers will vote
Non to separatism.
For me to offer my views regarding the
choice Quebecers are going to be making in
a few weeks, may not be as frivolous as
some, nor as astute, as those of political
science students, but like most Canadians
these days, 1 do have them.
Admittedly, as a self-described scholar of
people, rather than of the fields in which
they are involved, my politics arc usually
ruled by my heart rather than my head.
When I make a choice regarding
government, it is often less about policy than
about a feeling.
The facts, stated simply are not so difficult
to understand; Separatists feel removed from
Canada and believe they should become
independent. Federalists believe in a united
Canada. Obviously such a large issue can't
be explained with such brevity; its
seriousness and scope demand that it be
judged by the facts.
Yet, much has been said of the ambiguity
of the referendum question. A recent article
in Maclean's stated that "Parizcau's
(referendum) question attempts to paint
independence in softer, more voter-friendly
hues, not as the abrupt end of the country as
it has existed since Confederation in 1867,
but rather as the promising beginning of an
entirely new relationship between Quebec
and Canada."
Maclean's goes on to say that the question
couples a vote on Quebec sovereignty to
"formal" offers of an economic and political
partnership with a divided Canada, an idea
that Federalists have called an illusion.
In echoing the views of many Canadian
premiers, that there would be no special deal
if Quebecers vote Yes, Ontario Premier
Mike Harris, as so many others have,
likened the move to sovereignty to that of
divorce. Quite simply, two households will
cost more to run than one, he said.
It is when the issue is given a human
condition that my feelings come into play.
This past weekend, a snafu turned an outing
into a less than pleasant experience for my
family. Bickering and accusations erupted
until the closeness of being a family led us to
see the humour in the situation and unite us.
Families don't always see eye to eye, but
there is strength in being together and that
bond is generally too important to cast off
lightly.
I was a Grade 7 student in 1967, the
centennial year of Canada's Confederation. I
recall learning a song, verses of which told
about the country's 10 provinces and two
territories. The lyrics and music not only
described the physical uniqueness of each
province but celebrated the traditions that
made each special. We sang with pride about
those differences believing we were a united
family. I know now, that wasn't necessarily
so.
Separatism has been debated for decades.
If this were really a family it is likely that
some well-intentioned therapist would have
recommended we call it quits long ago.
There are those among us, who are tired of
the arguing and bickering and believe we
should just let them go. But, I'm hoping that
most believe the union of this great country
is worth saving, that the two sides can work
out their differences to reach an equable
solution.
Arthur Black