I was turning 13 during the summer of 1989. My family and I had been living in Holland Landing, in one of the new houses on Stegman Road, for just about a year. Our living room window looked out in the direction of the drive-in theatre where we could see screen one. Many nights I spent staring out that window with binoculars watching the first Michael Keaton “Batman” movie as it had just been released. I became very good at reading lips from this practice as, sadly, the radio signal transmitted from the drive-in died out about 100 m's from my home.
My family friend, Darren Robertson, whose mom was the lunch supervisor at H.L.P.S. for many years including during my time there, worked at the local hardware store. The Holland Landing Hardware Store as a matter of fact, then a staple (pun intended) of the Grist Mill Plaza. Today that unit is occupied by the E.G. Soccer Assn. and a political office if memory serves me correctly. Back then Lentini's Pizza was in the western most unit, where the Wild Wing now resides. The convenience store was still there, but larger (I would later work there for a short time) and there was also a doctor's office and the same pharmacy there is today.
Darren had worked at The Holland Landing Hardware Store for some time and one Sunday he called my household in bit of a panic:
“Matthew, it's Darren. Is Mark there?” He said urgently. He always called for my brother as the two of them were closer in age, 5 and 6 years my senior.
“No” I replied. “What's the matter?”
“Nothing, just get down here. You're never gonna believe this!”
“What? Why?” I replied, but he had already hung up.
I decided to listen to Darren, after all, he had never made a strange request like this before. It was just after lunch and both my parents were busy doing something, so I put on my running shoes and made the walk toward the hardware store, cutting through the park just east of the plaza like I had a hundred times before. I kind of expect a big hoopla when I got there: cop cars, an ambulance, something to mark the occasion, but when I arrived everything seemed normal. That is, until I got in the front doors.
There, standing at the counter, was easily one of the largest human beings I had ever seen in my life. I'd seen him in countless movies and on SCTV of course, but it didn't do him any justice at all. Later in life, when I read his biography, I learned that he was actually just under 6'2” tall and his jolly girth made him even more imposing, but you could tell within seconds of meeting his gaze that he was easily one of the sweetest human beings you would ever meet.
I think my heart stopped beating. I remember feeling flushed and warm all of a sudden. And really nervous. I had heard the rumours that he lived in the area, Queensville I think. Later I would learn his family owned a farm on Doane Road. But there is nothing quite like the feeling when rumours become reality.
There he was: John Candy at The Holland Landing Hardware Store. It just didn't seem real. What the heck was he doing there? Since first entering the store I found myself stashed in one the aisles, kind of peering at him between the merchandise. He was just standing at the front counter, shooting the breeze with the old guy who ran the store. He was wearing old looking leather shoes, really well worn, the kind you slip on without socks. No socks, obviously, khaki shorts and a big plaid shirt, brown and white I think. He had a shaggy beard and fedora like hat on top of his head.
He glowed with kindness. He greeted every person he saw. Spoke to them with respect and made eye contact with everyone. No Hollywood facade here. No entourage. No pomp and circumstance. Just a really nice person.
Apparently, he had offered to buy anyone in the store whatever they wanted. He offered to buy an old man the drill he was interested in, asking a pair of little girls if they wanted the water-wings they were bugging their parents to get for them, and purchasing what looked like gardening stuff for himself and his family. I was too shocked to take advantage of this opportunity, but there he was, star of the recently released “Uncle Buck”, “The Great Outdoors,” “Summer Rental,” “Splash”, the immortal “Planes, Trains & Automobiles” and my absolute favourite of at the time “Spaceballs.” I was in the presence of comedic greatness and the greatest influence in my later acting career and I was hiding behind shovels and hoes. Pathetic.
The time seemed to stand still but I'm sure it was just a few minutes. Eventually he finished his transaction and started for the door. I had to do something. I had to get his attention. For him to notice me. For me to tell him how much I loved his work. Somehow I managed to stumble back towards the door just as he was heading out. There I was, this gawky pre-teen, just standing there dumbfounded. He must have noticed me watching him because he paused before he left and I managed to put out my hand which he shock with great care and thoughtfulness. He asked me my name and I hopefully mumbled something accurate and he said he was pleased to meet me.
And that was it. He was gone. But not forgotten. My buddy Darren was standing at the counter with a funny look on his face. He had watched me go from a normal kid to a shy little bunny in the blink of an eye, but kudos to him for not making me feel bad about it. We stood there at the counter and talked about the experience for what seemed like hours. The whole store took part actually. It was no longer a place of work, but a celebration of a local celebrity that brought so much joy to us all. The best part was he was so nice, so down to earth, so Canadian. It was an experience I would obviously never forget.
At the time I wanted to be a major league baseball player. Made a run at it too. But a major injury ended all that. During my recovery I watched a lot of TV. A lot of “Whose Line is it Anyway?” and a lot of SCTV. It would inspire me to actually study at the world famous Second City Toronto, the same place John Candy had trained. I even got to grace the stage at the old fire hall location where he and the other greats of his time had cut their teeth. You could feel their presence there. Later I would start my own comedy troupe: the Canadian Improv Showcase and as homage to John and his contemporaries, I auditioned my talent just as they had detailed their experiences. It just seemed the right thing to do.
Some years later I read the biography “Laughing on the Outside: The Life of John Candy” by Martin Knelman and learned a lot about this larger than life individual. One thing that stood out to me was that he apparently was not interested in being apart of the film “Spaceballs.” That he shot it because of a contractual obligation. Well, today, if a star does something they don't want to you would know all about it. It would be all over the tabloids and in the media. But John Candy was a professional. He was so professional that he put on a spectacular performance in a movie he didn't even want to do. I'm sure he had a change of heart with how well the film did, but it speaks volumes about the nature of his character. In this day and age of “Character Matters” in schools and whatnot, that type of character needs to be celebrated and that is one of many reasons why I have made it a personal goal of mine to have Mr. John Candy immortalized in our community in some way. A street, school or perhaps a theatre named after one of the greatest men in all of Canadian entertainment history.
Wow! It has been way longer than I intended it to be in between blogs. Even though I'm not confident that anyone is actually reading this stuff, I have made it a goal for myself to write regularly. You see, I used to write all the time. It was a passion of mine and I very much wanted to be a writer or perhaps a journalist.
I had that intention, after giving up on archaeology due to the whole getting my hands dirty thing - plus I hear it is very much like being an actor anyway (constant begging), and deciding it would be a good idea to have something else as a back up in case my baseball career never took off. Do you have my rookie card? Did you ever see one of my many home runs? That's because I never got past rep ball due to injury. But that's another story for another day.
I kept this thought in my head all the way through school. I wrote constantly in elementary. One of my favourite things to do was write sequels to movies I loved. I remember in the later grades writing a sequel to the first Michael Keaton Batman movie. It was 900 pages long (small pages) and I introduced and killed every Batman villain I had ever read or seen on the Adam West TV show. Wow, I would have been every studios nightmare!
In high school I took every English class I could. Along with art, drama, computer and phys. ed. But most of my credits were in English. I'm sure anyone who now knows of my love of the medieval period would find it surprising to know I disliked History in high school. My grade 9 teacher at Denison, Mr. Richie was awesome, but my grade 10 teacher (who will remain nameless now that she entered local politics) spoiled the subject for me due to the fact that she would ask a question and pick one of the people who didn't have their hand up to answer and then ridicule them for not having the correct information. Oh what a peach she was!
My idea in high school was to become a journalist/photographer/novelist. I did two job shadows in grade 10, thanks to Mr. Salloum for humouring me. He let me job shadow the editor of the local newspaper. Did I mention I lived in a really small town? The job shadow was a bad idea: it made me think journalism was going to be very boring. How I didn't figure out that it was due to the fact I was in a very small town, I have no idea. Temporary stupidity on my part for sure. My second job shadow was awesome and all hush, hush: I got to job shadow a Playboy photographer. No, really! I was so stoked but my teacher swore me to silence ahead of time so he didn't get any flack. I still remember getting to the studio in Toronto and meeting the photographer. That's really my only memory because after that I saw the girls (3) in robes and everything else was a blur. They were very nice to me, but could see how nervous I was so they had some fun with me. I didn't have a particular job, but someone thought it would be hilarious if I was responsible for touch ups on set on the naked girls. Oh my! Sounded awesome at first but I was shaking like a leaf! "Oh, I need some powder on my bum!" one would say and I would do my best to do it. I didn't get to enjoy it the way I had fantasized, but that's pretty normal for a teenage boy of 15 I would think. It didn't turn me off photography the way the other job shadow did, but it did make me even more nervous around girls. I do remember distinctly finding it fascinating how they covered those girls in paint and called it make-up. No wonder they were so comfortable nude, it was like they were dressed other than you could see every contour. What a day that was!
So as the end of my grade 12 year came I had to decide what I was going to do post-secondary. I thought I would go to college for journalism. Well, a recruiter from Centennial College said that writing was a thing of the past, that newspapers would be obsolete before I finished my course because of this new 'internet' thing. I took him at his word and quickly looked at my skills. What were my best skills and what did I love most? Writing, art and creativity. What do you get when you put those three skills together? Advertising! I applied to 4 schools and got accepted at all 4. I went to Georgian College in Barrie and graduated with honours and top grades in my class. I went onto work in a few agencies, many firms and several marketing departments and I can honestly say that it wasn't exactly what I expected, but I learned a lot. The skills I learned in school and on the job really helped me build the four companies I now own and operate. I continue to use those skills on a daily basis.
So what is the culmination of my literary pursuits that lead me to college and now beyond? I was nominated by the Georgian College Alumni Association for an Ontario College Premier's Award for Outstanding College Graduates.
And I still love writing. I've written a few spec scripts, sitcoms and screenplays in the past few years but nothing has turned into much yet. I've managed my wife's publishing pursuits by acting as her agent, manager and even publisher! She now has two books out and we are in the research phase of a historical thriller which we're going to try and write together!
It's amazing how these things work out... MRL
Actor's Blog: star-date 10 09.12...
Okay, that was revealing my uber-geekness pretty early on, I've got to admit. Truth be told, I'm not a huge Star Trek fan either, but when I planned this that was the first thing that popped into my head so I stuck with it.
Funny enough, I've had the idea for a blog for some time, but kept putting off. I don't really know the purpose of this blog, other than to get writing again. I know this is my 'acting website' but if there is one thing I've learned in 15 years of acting it is that the phrase "jack of all trades" was inspired by an actor.
Actually, it probably wasn't. It was probably first used during the medieval period when people had to do virtually everything themselves to survive. Yeah, I'm a medieval geek too. Have a sword collection and the whole bit. I even travel to schools teaching the medieval period and sword fighting with some of my acting buddies. I even own a few sets of armour...
So where was I? Oh yeah! Why I'm writing this blog: to get writing. Yes, I'm an actor and improviser (touring with the best short-form improv troupe in all of Canada, the Canadian Improv Showcase) but as an actor you have to be multi-talented. You have to do whatever you can to make ends meet so you can be available should an acting gig actually arise. So many of us actors write. I know many that do. I have been an avid writer for many years; started when I was a little kid. Back then it was all about the "and then" and the "suddenly" but I strive to be a bit more complex now. I remember in grade 8 writing a story about Batman. It was to be a sequel to the first Michael Keaton BATMAN movie and probably would have made a better plot then the actual sequel did. But there was one major flaw: I killed all of Batman's enemies in one storyline. Yep, if I was in charge Bruce Wayne would have hung up his cowl years ago! Hilarious...
So if I'm trying to get back into writing, why am I writing a blog and not a screenplay or sitcom? Well, I dabbled a bit in that, and fully expect to put more energy into it, but for the time being only have the time to do this. You see, I did a few spec scripts, put them down and worked on a few original sitcom ideas and even pitched one! But it sank like the Titanic. Luckily there was only one casualty: my ego... I picked up my spec scripts and wasn't pleased when I re-read them. So I put my writing on the back burner to pursue stuff that actually made me money: the improv troupe and my amazing medieval group: The Knights in the Classroom. Not only that, my lovely wife Andrea (www.andreahertach.com) just so happened to have not one but two children's novels get self-published on Amazon.com (Swamped and the soon to be released The Monster Mob) so I put my energies into managing those pursuits.
Basically I haven't had time to write.
But I'm trying to change that.
So if you'll excuse my cheesy openings and shameless self-promotion (that's what these are for!)...
I'll try and blog whenever I can.
~ MRL ~