Ten minutes into the story, I could see that the critics were right. Then I thought I glimpsed myself as an Arab soldier. My strongest scene, walking though the airport with a stewardess on each arm, however, was missing. So this is a warning to all the hopeful Hunter Liggett-bound extras. Don't give up your regular jobs.
Show business can be cruel.
You may be discovered. Your film career may also be reduced to a fleeting moment on the screen or, worse, to clippings on the cutting room floor. His column appears Mondays and Saturdays. If you have a comment or an idea for a column, call him at 424-2221, Ext. 364. Write to him at The Californian, P.O. Box 81091, Salinas 93912.