Jim Van Hise reminded me that back in this post, I mentioned that I was on the set of the new movie, Land of the Lost, based on the old TV series produced by Sid and Marty Krofft, and that there was a story I wanted to tell after it was released. Okay, it's been released…and I don't imagine I need a Spoiler Alert for what follows…
Marty Krofft invited me to be there for the big finale scene on their last day of shooting at Universal Studios. (The following week, they went to New York and filmed scenes with Matt Lauer.) On two conjoined Universal soundstages, they had built an enormous set…one Marty said cost more than the entire combined budgets for the two seasons of Land of the Lost produced for ABC Saturday morn in the seventies. It was the Sleestak Crematorium, which was not unlike a temple for that reptilian race and it was huge…with cavernous walls and many levels and stairways, and giant Sleestak statuary that weighed many tons. As the last shot of the day, they were going to blow it up.
Hey, how do you turn down being there for that?
So I spent the day with Marty and occasionally with Sid, who has this uncanny way of being around when something interesting is happening and disappearing when there's no reason for him to be around. No human being has ever seen Sid Krofft arrive anywhere or leave. He's just there when he should be and gone when things are dull.
It was pretty dull for the hour or three that the crew spent rigging the set with blasting caps and wires and all sorts of gimmicks that would, on cue, destroy the entire Sleestak shrine. It took a long time because, obviously, there couldn't be a second take so it had to be done right. And it took a longer time because the Lakers were in a big playoff game that day and everyone was working with at least one eye on a TV set.
But finally, it came time for the big shot. The stage managers herded everyone into certain areas that would be safe for the viewing. I took up a position right between Marty Krofft and the Fire Marshall, figuring those were the last two guys who were likely to be injured by falling boulders or collapsing walls. And after a lot of checking and double-checking and triple-checking, someone finally yelled "Action!"
Explosions went off. Wires were pulled. Much of the set had been booby-trapped in the preceding hours so that yanking out certain pieces would cause it all to topple like a big game of Jenga. A giant statue fell and walls crumbled. The whole damn crematorium just imploded before our very eyes…and while I haven't seen the movie yet, I can tell you that in person, it was utterly stunning.
When the Stage Manager yelled, "Cut," everyone whooped and clapped and cheered the mind-boggling spectacle we had just witnessed. I turned to find I was next to one of the Special Effects guys I'd met earlier — one of the fellows who had engineered the spectacle we had just witnessed. I said to him, "That may have been the most incredible thing I've ever seen in my life!"
The man had a glum look on his face. With a clear and present note of bitterness, he said, "Yeah…and you know what they'll say when they see this in the movie theaters? 'Good CGI.' We did it for real and nobody will ever know."