#Yound swifty lazar free#

As I returned to work at the front door, a short-statured elderly African-American man was readied for interview. All the while, I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that this prematurely aged man (brain tumor) next to me was the gorgeous stud from Mission Impossible I watched growing up. Inside, I met a very polite but harried Diane Ladd who, sensing I was crew (i was, just not her crew), relayed some instructions to me. I was a big fan of her ex, Bruce Dern, not to mention their lovely young daughter Laura Dern (neither in attendance). I graciously complied, then went to a desolate balcony area (grips love heights) where an elegant young African-American lady, (voice actress) Iona Morris, was standing along side a bent-over somewhat shrunken man, her Father, Greg Morris, the two looking quietly down on attendees. We three enjoyed lightly dishing on the diners below. The other attendees were talented forgotten stars, long left off every other Oscars party guest list. FOBs, up-and-comers, loudmouth show-off nobodies. The typical couple in attendance were caricatures: a guy with a leased red Ferrari dating a whorish gal with unnatural tits. I doubted a party hosted in 1992 by Swifty Lazar (d.

#Yound swifty lazar free#

That left me lots of free time to roam (and scarf the buffet). The only grip / juicer, I handled 2 little key lights plus a halo. I roll my eyes and say “Sure” to shooting talking heads outside a Century City Oscars party hosted jointly by Swifty Lazar and Diane Ladd (and her poetry organization). “It should be good for us…” were the words left on my answering machine. It must have been 1992…I was barely a grip when my not-so-well-established studio-and-equipment-for-hire bosses asked me (their sole some-time employee) to join them in a freebie evening.