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Editorial Comments Hollywood North Port Perry got more than a little taste of Hollywood last week when production crews from the feature film "The Arm' moved onto Queen Street, transformed the fronts of several familiar shops and businesses, lined the curbs with 1957 cars and trucks and generally created quite a stir of interest among local citizens. Although beer commercials have been filmed in Port Perry before and portions of feature films have been shot in other parts of the Township, this was the first time that Queen Street was used so ex- tensively for the filming of a movie. A Bigelow Street home was also used. As might be expected when something like this happens in a small community for the first time, there were some negative com- ments. But they were far and out-numbered by the positive reaction on the part of merchants, business people and the general public. Over the past few days, we also heard nothing but praise for the way the production crews did their business here in a polite, efficient and co-operative manner. These people are obviously pros at their trade and know the value of good P.R. when they come into a small community to do their work. And we should not forget, the good P.R. is a two-way street. If the small army of production and fil. | people leave this community with a good feeling, the spin-offs will eventually make their way back here in one form or another. Neither should we overlook the fact that for the past week or so, the filming in Port Perry generated a considerable amount of direct revenue for businesses and individuals here. : Over the past few days, the filming of 'The Arm' has been a major topic of conversation among local.residents. And one ques- tion we heard asked over and over again was whether Port Perry can expect to see more of the same in the future. ~ Nobody can answer that, of course. But Toronto and southern Ontario are growing in popularity as locations for feature filming, party ~ because good professional technical crews are available. There is no doubt that feature films are playing an increasingly important role in the economy of this province. We certainly would not want to see tilm crews taking over the main street of Port Perry week in and week out. But we don't see any harm in future endeavours of this kind coming to the communi- ty. As Scugog Mayor Jerry Taylor aptly said last week, film crews will continue to be welcome so long as the disruption and inconvenience to citizens and businesses does not get out of hand. There are numerous positive benefits from the filming of a ma- jor feature movie. The companies spend money here. Port Perry develops a name and a reputation (a good one, we hope). And let's face it, a lot of residents took the time to witness the filming, something that doesn't happen every day here. If the accounts we heard last week are indeed true, we suspect word may get around in the film world that Port Perry is a pretty good place to do this kind of work. And it follows that more producers and directors may select Port Perry and Scugog for on-location shooting. If that happens, we should make them feel welcome (within reason, of course), let them get on with their work and enjoy the positive benefits that result. J. PETER HVIDSTEN SUEY Peay TAR (CO LNTID DIGNITY 20 01 0 FORT PLAEY ONTARO LO8 »O (6%) 93.73) @=@0 Member of the Publisher Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Community Newspaper Association Advertising Manager Published every Tuesday by the Port Perry Star Co Ltd . Port Perry. Ontario J.B. McCLELLAND Editor Authorized as second class mail by the Post Ottice Department, Ottawa, and for cash CATHY ROBB payment of postage in cash News & Features Second Class Mail Registration Number 0265 pO AN Comm, on Nip » Subscription Rate: In Canada $15.00 per year. Elsewhere $45.00 per year. Single Copy 38° Vp w,, KY Altay a ' ©COPYRIGHT -- All layout and composition of advertisements produced by the adver tising department of the Port Perry Star Company Limited are protected under copyright and nay not be reproduced without the written permission of the publisher. " Beer store ? Down three traffic light installations, hanq a left to storm sewer project, detour right to curb and qutter work, swing left ot qas line excavation. - That should put you inthe middle of a mess of repaving . Park near the watermain trench ond walk two blocks on the new Sidewalk. You con't miss it ! Chatterbox by Cathy Olliffe JUST ANOTHER DAY I have never been so popular. I swear. Never have I had so many people offer to carry my camera bag. And I don't even own a camera bag. Monday morning. Star office. Phone call. My husband's sister. '""Hi, Cath? It's Cath. Are you covering that movie they're doing in town? Can I carry your camera bag?" - "Yeah, I guess." Monday afternoon. Star office. Conversation with co-worker. "Will you do me just one favour? If you possibly can? Can you get Matt Dillon's autograph? My daughter's crazy about Matt Dillon. I'd be forever indebted. Her name's Kristen. K-R-I-S-T-E-N. Do you think you could do it, if you can?" "Uh, yeah." . Later Monday afternoon. Star office. Conver- sation with co-op student working at the Star. "I've arranged to take the whole day off. My teachers said it was okay. So maybe I could carry your camera bag or something or just be with you when you interview Matt Dillon. Is that okay with you?" "Uh, huh. ' Monday night. Work is finished. Relaxation is occurring at local watering hole. Phone call. Another of my husband's sisters. "I bet she wants to carry my camera bag," I say to myself. '""Hi Cath, it's Shawna. Do you need someone to carry your camera bag?" I laugh hysterically. Gee whiz. Why hasn't anybody ever volunteered to carry my camera bag, if I had one, to council meetings, brownie banquets or ribbon- cuttings? That's when I could realy use the company. But oh, no. Unless there's a movie being film- ed in town, nobody wants to accompany me on my assignments. On the basis of this fact, I am getting the feel- ing that people don't really want to carry my camera bag. What they really want to do, I suspect, is use me to get to Matt Dillon. Which not only hurts my tender feelings, it also is a crock. Me meet Matt Dillon? I have just as much of a chance of meeting Mr. Dillon as fishermen have of winning a bass derby. As you have of winning the 6-49. As a shiner niner has of escaping initiation day without doing anything embarrassing. You know what I mean? Matt Dillon is a very busy (albeit very hunky)' young man. He and the cast and crew of The Arm have a miniscule amount of time to shoot some i celluloid in Port Perry. Each moment they spend here costs a lot of dollars. As the location manager pointed out to me, Matt Dillon wouldn't mind spending all day sign- . ing autographs, posing for pictures or talking to! the press. Problem is, he doesn't have the time. His schedule is tighter than a bank manager's purse strings. And once he steals a few minutes to talk to one person, he'll be deluged with teeny-boppers from all over town pestering him. "But you're a reporter,' one lady pointed out to me, as if I had forgotten. "Surely they'll let him talk to you." Uh, huh. I am a reporter. With the Port Perry Star. And that is a movie being filmed on a Closed Set. Which means no reporters of any kind. Even if they work for the New York Times. This wee surmise brings some comfort to me. It makes me feel better to know that ole Matt-baby is just as reluctant to talk to a big-city slick reporter as he is to a bumblehead novice like myself. Besides, what would I ever say to Mr. Dillon if I met him in person? My knees would shake so bad I wouldn't be able to stand up. And my palms would be so sweaty I' probably drop my pen. Not to mention how dry my mouth would be. I'd have to talk to Matt-baby in sign language. Anyways, back to the popularity stakes. Thursday afternoon. Star office. Peter Hvidsten has just finished developing some Matt Dillon photos. I carry one out to the front office to show my co-workers. In the store are a couple of teenaged girls. 'Is that a picture of Matt Dillon?"' they croon. I offer to sell it to them for ten bucks. "Just kidding," I say and give them the picture. I've made their day, I can tell. Later Thursday afternoon. Star office. A whole flock of teeny- -boppers flood into the store. "We heard you're selling pictures of Matt Dillon for ten bucks," they say. When I hear this, I laugh hysterically. And promise myself to print up about 100 copies of the Matt Dillon picture. At ten bucks a crack, I'm well on my way to a home in Beverley Hills. The mind reels with possibilities.