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David Mills, 1962-2010
Apr. 2nd, 2010 09:24 amAt the time of his death, David Mills was in New Orleans working with David Simon on Treme, the HBO post-Katrina series. As Simon and Mills (along with the likes of Richard Price and George Pelecanos) authored the best television show of all time, The Wire, about beautiful inner city Baltimore, so this crew of sublime realists had seen in New Orleans the material for another epic. Treme is it. It premieres April 11. Here is the NYT story about it.
It shows Mills in action, and there could be no better tribute.
BARkin’ out thunnnnnDER!
ROARrin’ out lightNING!
KICKin’ over tombSTONES!
WAKIN’ up the DEAD!
http://www.porche-west.com/116/mardi-gras-indians/
....I can’t say how many takes it took, but at a certain point during one of them, I looked away from the monitors and around the kitchen. It was full of people, its perimeter rung with standing bodies. Steve Zahn and Melissa Leo, David Simon and his assistant, the owner of the house and his pregnant fiancée, the first assistant director and the script supervisor, two stand-ins, a grip. Bush spoke, his voice loud, sure, echoing through the house. I looked at the faces around the kitchen and, to a one, all were staring down at the floor, all perfectly silent, perfectly still, utterly alone. Had anyone entered the kitchen at that moment, someone who hadn’t known what was happening, the only conclusion anyone could have drawn was that something tremendous had just been lost.
Dickerson shouted, “Cut!”
( Treme )
It shows Mills in action, and there could be no better tribute.
ROARrin’ out lightNING!
KICKin’ over tombSTONES!
WAKIN’ up the DEAD!
http://www.porche-west.com/116/mardi-gras-indians/
....I can’t say how many takes it took, but at a certain point during one of them, I looked away from the monitors and around the kitchen. It was full of people, its perimeter rung with standing bodies. Steve Zahn and Melissa Leo, David Simon and his assistant, the owner of the house and his pregnant fiancée, the first assistant director and the script supervisor, two stand-ins, a grip. Bush spoke, his voice loud, sure, echoing through the house. I looked at the faces around the kitchen and, to a one, all were staring down at the floor, all perfectly silent, perfectly still, utterly alone. Had anyone entered the kitchen at that moment, someone who hadn’t known what was happening, the only conclusion anyone could have drawn was that something tremendous had just been lost.
Dickerson shouted, “Cut!”
( Treme )
