My career as a
LITTLE PORT If someone had told me a
month ago that I would be in a major motion picture, I would have laughed my
But once I saw a press release from
Theatre Newfoundland Labrador, stating the search was on for long-haired,
bearded and fair-skinned men to act as background performers for the Viking
epic Outlander, I immediately knew they were looking for people who looked like
I sent off my photos and other
information and waited to hear back. Sure enough, I got a call.
I had no idea what to expect ó
especially after having to get on a bus at 2:15 a.m. on Day 1 ó but the first
thing I learned was my fellow backgrounders came from all walks of life. There
were aspiring actors, movie buffs with regular day jobs, retired teachers, even
a mechanic and a fisherman.
We all got to know each other quite
well on Day 1, which eventually became known as Black Tuesday after about 100
of us spent 12 hours in the cold wind and driving rain standing in a bog,
looking out to sea.
Some people didnít want to be in a
movie that badly and never returned the following day.
Many were surprised to see me return.
Thatís because I had worn the
second-worst costume available for Black Tuesdayís weather conditions ó
basically a bear skin vest, fur-lined wristbands and cloth boots. Letís just
say fake tattoos ó not even a half dozen of them ó keep you very warm. Luckily,
I was able to keep my winter jacket handy most of Day 1 and hide it either
behind a tree, rock or prop while the cameras were rolling.
On Day 2, I walked into wardrobe
holding out for more fur. I was given a long-sleeved tunic, which I was able to
wear over several layers of warm clothing. The weather would turn out to be
more agreeable the rest of the week, though it never did get above 6 or 7 C.
I had been told I would be a
pallbearer ó as opposed to mere villagers or warriors like most everyone else.
After a second day of standing in the
now-infamous soggy bog for hours on end, and having seen how quickly plans for
filming can be changed at the directorís whim, I wondered if I would ever get
to lug some dead Vikings off to Valhalla.
Finally, on Day 3, a handful of us
were finally chosen to lower a supposedly dead actor (Iím not going to reveal
who that actor was for all you readers who donít like to know how the plot
unfolds) onto the Viking ship built for the movie. Lifting a 185-pound actor
about 20 times until the director got his shot was almost as tough as standing
in the infamous bog.
When Day 3 concluded, the director
said it was a wrap for Newfoundland. Everyone clapped and cheered ó some out of
satisfaction for a job well done and some out of sheer jubilation to finally
get clear of that miserable bog.
However, I was not done. Nor were
another 20 extras who were asked to come back for a fourth day of filming. On
the final day, I got to be in another close-up shot, which director Howard McCain
told me afterwards would likely be included in the final version of the movie.
So, despite the inauspicious start
and the long days, sticking it out and seeing this job through may have been
worth it ó even if my mug doesnít appear and you have to pause the DVD and zoom
in to find me somewhere in the back of the bog.
See you on the silver screen