THE SOUND THAT MADE THE ENTIRE CAST STOP BREATHING.
It was a quiet afternoon in the Malibu hills, the kind of California day where the air feels like it hasn’t moved in years. Loretta Swit and Jamie…
THE RADIO SPARKED A JOKE… BUT THE SILENCE AFTERWARD MEANT EVERYTHING
Robert Clary stopped walking when he saw the crate. It was tucked away in a dusty corner of the old Paramount lot, a place where the ghosts of…
JOHN BANNER AND THE DAY THE STALAG 13 WALLS CAME CRASHING DOWN
The studio lights were always a little too bright for a man of my vintage, but that afternoon in 1971, they felt particularly warm. I was sitting across…
THE SCENE THEY FILMED IN SILENCE THAT BROKE THE ENTIRE CAST.
It started with the smell of dry brush and the peculiar, metallic scent of California dust. Loretta Swit sat across from Jamie Farr in a quiet corner of…
THE DAY NEWKIRK BROKE THE THIRD REICH WITH AN IMPRESSION
The studio lights were a bit softer than the harsh arcs we used back at Desilu, but sitting there across from the host, I could still feel the…
THE DAY COLONEL KLINK FINALLY CRACKED ON THE HOGAN’S HEROES SET
It was a quiet evening in a small theater in North Hollywood, years after the gates of Stalag 13 had been closed for good. Werner Klemperer sat on…
THE DAY SERGEANT SCHULTZ SAW TOO MUCH
The studio lights were always a bit too bright for an afternoon talk show, but John Banner didn’t seem to mind. He sat there in a sharp suit,…
WERNER KLEMPERER AND THE ACCIDENTAL MIRACLE OF THE MONOCLE
The studio lights were low, casting a soft glow over the velvet armchair where Werner Klemperer sat. He was in his seventies then, looking every bit the distinguished,…
THE DAY COLONEL KLINK FINALLY LOST HIS STOIC COMPOSURE ON SET
The studio light was a bit too bright, reflecting off the glass of the interviewer’s desk, but Werner Klemperer didn’t seem to mind. He sat there with that…
THE BUNK SLID OPEN ONE LAST TIME AND THE LAUGHTER STOPPED
The air in the old soundstage didn’t smell like Hollywood anymore. It smelled like damp sawdust, cold iron, and the kind of heavy, settled dust that only gathers…