Lucas and Coppola (Before American Graffiti)

I remember working on The Godfather. There’s an account of that elsewhere in this blog. Since I’d lobbied so hard to get Marlon Brando to play the Godfather, I was the one in charge of making sure he got to the set on time and sober. I was the one in charge of directing him. I had no problem getting him to the set on time and sober. I don’t know how he got that reputation but Francis Ford Coppola was leery of working with a star of that magnitude. I think, Francis was a little intimidated. I, on the other hand, enjoyed Marlon Brando immensely and thought his attitude or work ethic were exemplary. Possibly Marlon had some run in with some director somewhere along the line and that got him a reputation of being hard to handle. Marlon was one of my top five favorite people, he was intuitive and gracious, very funny and in my opinion, a genius. The only problem I had was with his short-term memory loss. I’d run lines with him, and he truly could not remember. He would get so frustrated sometimes there would be tears in his eyes. So we worked together on cue cards and their placement. I had already worked with Marlon on part of the movie before Francis even showed up. He was working on another project. Francis showed up for this particular scene because it was outdoors and at night and he wanted to see how I would handle that. (I had been a ghost director on many films previous to this one, so Francis knew my work.) What I had decided on, was using an overhead projector to project the lines onto the stone wall that was on two sides of the parking area where the scene was taking place. We moved the projection around a few times so Marlon could change position, and it would look more natural. (All you have to do is say to someone, “I want to use an overhead projector for the cue cards. You’re going to need to find one, you might try asking schools if we can borrow one, and then put Mr. Brando’s lines on whatever it is an overhead projector uses.” And then it happens, just like that, just like magic.)

I hold a clipboard, like a teddy bear, when I’m directing. I remember standing, leaning against one of the cars in the lot, hugging my clipboard when Francis came over and leaned against the car with me. We chatted a bit, he asked how Marlon was doing: I told him – great. He asked why Marlon’s cheeks were so chubby, he was afraid perhaps Marlon was sick or something. I told him it was Marlon’s idea: he pictured the Godfather as jowly, so he had tried putting cotton in his cheeks and that just moved around and got soggy so I bought extra small tampons and soaked them in olive oil. We laughed. When there was a lull in the conversation, Francis asked me, “Seen any good movies lately?” I laughed. I thought a minute, then said, “Yeah, I saw a real good short film. It had a strange name with a bunch of numbers and letters that didn’t mean anything so I can’t remember the name, but I can remember it was written and directed by someone named George Lucas. I made it a point to remember his name – it was that good.”

Francis said he’d be interested in seeing it. “No, wait, I think I know him. George Lucas is his name, you said?” Then Francis told me the name of the movie and asked if that was the one. I said I didn’t know but it must be, it was a weird name like that and how many of those could there be?

“A lot. You’d be surprised at the names of some of those student films.” We laughed.

Then he said something like he may be meeting with George in a few days and he would size him up for me. I laughed. I didn’t think Francis was serious. A few days later Francis said that indeed the man he had a meeting with was George Lucas and he seemed like a real nice, smart guy, “And you want to meet him?”

I nodded, “Oh yes please, I’d love to meet him.”

“He wants to do two more movies and the studio is on the fence about it. I’ll tell them you believe in him and that might be enough. The one he’s working on now has the cast pretty well set, and besides, you’d have to shave your head and you don’t wanna do that. The first movie he wants to do after this one wraps, is one about teenagers graduating high school. I’m sure I can get you in on that. You think he’s a good director?”

“I think he’s a great director.”

“Well if you believe that strongly and him, I’ll see what I can do for him, and I’ll get it so you can work on his other movie as assistant director or one of the cast members or something.” He paused, stepped away from the car and turned to face me, “It’s really perfect for you. I’m gonna keep an eye on this guy, I don’t want you getting involved with any of these Hollywood types. Some of them are real sleazes.”

Coppola should know. The same man who helped to get us together, has been helping those who have kept us apart.

I should say at this point that Francis Ford Coppola knew that George had proposed when American Graffiti wrapped. He further knew that George Lucas had been told that I was dead. He also knew that Lucas found out I was alive when he hired me to help with figuring out how to make Luke Skywalker’s farm vehicle fly. Francis knew that after I was finished naming the Star Wars characters I was abducted from the Star Wars set in the desert at gunpoint. Coppola knew that George Lucas frantically tried everything in his power to find me. He knew all that and still, one day at a party they were both attending, Francis said that he introduced me to George and George couldn’t hold on to me – or something to that affect. That devastated, angered, bewildered and saddened Lucas to the point that he didn’t speak to Francis for at least three years. He couldn’t understand why Francis would be so callous and cruel. Undoubtedly, others at the party were in on the joke as well.

George Lucas is a trusting man; he trusted that Francis Ford Coppola was a good person for helping him launch his career. Francis Ford Coppola, on the other hand, was just a means for the studio to gain access to George Lucas. These vile people find it amusing when others suffer. I have to wonder if Francis knew what was going to happen before he told the studio I wanted that job. He certainly knew what happened when he made that horrible joke at Lucas’s expense.

American Graffiti.

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Star Warriors, please link this blog to your site, that will help.

May the Force be with you. I started a new blog called the Force Awakens for any further insight into the movie. I have to get this blog back on track.

Think Peace

About Grace Gardener

THE NSA AND THE MOOCS WON'T LET ANYONE GET THROUGH TO ME. THEY MAY EVEN HURT YOU IF YOU TRY. See the pages in the tabs of this blog, Grace Gardener, and, A Little About Lynn Mickelsen. If you know me and I don't get back to you, then the email was intercepted. Never talk to anyone claiming to be me without asking questions to be sure. All site posts beginning 4/1/16 will be on Grace-Gardener.org. I’m not doing this for attention. I have 107 broken bones, zero disks in my back, and I’m exhausted. I need to get through to the people who knew me for credibility: but the NSA blocks my every move. I have to have the same acknowledgement and respect for my judgement I had while I was a ghost director in Hollywood and when I was CEO of the Rand Corp. Rand has been able to keep my work anonymous and credited to other people so they can collect my pay and residuals. They figured as long as they’re erasing my memory, and taking credit for my inventions, music, acting and directing; they may as well keep the money I earned. Also, the money would be proof that I did the work, so they’ve kept me poor all of my life. The reason the conspirators made plans in front of me was because they were assured I would “Never Remember” them, their visit and the things they planned. They talked in a kind of code that I have since figured out. I would have turned them in after the meeting had I been allowed to remember. I have to operate the way I do to keep away from my captors. GRR taught me most of the tactics I use. (Now he won’t help because his memory of me is implanted.) I know it angers some corrupt NSA Officers, but it’s a fact that I was a prisoner and slave at the Rand Corporation, and the NSA helped and still helps to keep me that way. I have to make evasive maneuvers to keep me, my daughters, this country and the world safe. Meanwhile I have no where to turn. I still feel like a candle in the wind. https://youtu.be/uw6CIxD1pHo My name was Lynn Mickelsen while I was a prisoner in a blue house and slave of a “club” based in northern New Jersey. If you know me PLEASE DON'T TRY TO CONTACT ME THROUGH THE RAND CORPORATION OR ANY OF MY FORMER EMPLOYERS OR ANY CONTACT FROM MORE THAN 9 YEARS AGO. People who tried doing this are being killed. Some people know the cult know it with a name similar to The Builder Berg Society or the Skull and Dagger Society. There's a HUGE bounty on my head that the cult I escaped from has no intention of paying. The plan is to have me killed and then to kill the person trying to collect the bounty. I thought up the plan and the amount because I thought it was going to be the plot in a movie. I told the people who wanted the plan, "This is one movie no one will want to see." In short, anyone who kills me will be killed within 24 hours and will never see a dime. Now I'm RVing but I’m still a prisoner in that I can't get in touch with anyone, and no one can get in touch with me, except in person. I found out about the other life I’d been living during a grueling five-hour conversation I detail in my Book, ‘the Conversation’ The reason I knew nothing about my own life was because I suffered selective amnesia - induced by the cult that owned me - with drugs, torture and electricity. 'The Conversation' is available in paperback at Blurb.com. The ebook is free. I worked nights and weekends naming products, bands and internet services, or anything else the "club" wanted me to do. I would wake up in the morning and remember nothing about the work and meetings, and I never received ANY money. I could only remember my 9 - 5 job at a bank. I’ve written the eBook, ‘Garden of the Light,’ as a lighter, inspirational compliment to the eBooks – ‘the Conversation,’ and, 'the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen’ which are intended to shed new, totally different light on the current world situation and change the world for the better. Apocalypse is a Greek word meaning, ‘the Revealing of Ancient Knowledge.’ I consider the book, ‘the Conversation,’ as Apocalypse because it reveals the ancient knowledge. We'll have World Peace once we abolish child abuse. My view of Apocalypse has no battle, no war, no army. I believe the knowledge in ‘the Conversation’ is enough to save the world. The blog grace-gardener.org lists just some of the accomplishments I achieved as a slave, to let everyone I've helped over the past sixty years, who I am. I will finally claim my life! https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/380321 If you’re a George Lucas fan you may remember some of these strange stories that involve him. I met George on the set of American Graffiti; we got engaged when the movie wrapped. I was taken away and George was told I was dead. Five years later I was hired to figure out how to make Luke Skywalker’s farm vehicle fly. The people who handled me (owned me) forgot that I had worked for this director once before on American Graffiti and they told him I was dead. I arrived and solved Lucas’s problem for him and he tearfully remembered me and told me what had happened five years before. I stayed on the set of Star Wars long enough to name the Star Wars characters and solve another animatronics problem with Chewy’s costume. I was told it was time to leave and started to follow my jailers the way I had been programmed to, when George asked, “When will I see you again?” I began to say, “Oh, you’ll see me again,” but I realized I wasn’t certain of that because once before, when we got engaged, I never saw him again. So I turned around and started walking back toward Lucas and I asked, “How about now? Can I stay with you now? Because I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again.” George thought a second and agreed that I should stay. As I was walking back to him I saw his expression change and looked over my shoulder to see the man I had been following holding a gun on me. I kept walking because now I was sure that the story Lucas had told me about what happened five years ago, was going to happen again and I couldn’t allow that. Someone had obviously been playing with my life, and I couldn’t have that, so I kept walking toward Lucas and away from the man with the gun. Lucas’s expression changed again, this time his face was filled with fear and horror. I turned around and now there were three men holding guns on George Lucas. There was only about 20 feet of desert between us but I had to go with them in order to save Lucas’s life. So, if you’re a fan of George Lucas you may remember someone being stolen off the Star Wars set at gunpoint. That was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Academy Awards. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Elton John’s post Oscar Party that benefits his AIDs foundation. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later Harrison Ford and George Lucas devised a plan to steal me off of the set of The Fugitive. This time I was shot with a coma drug. They used a hypodermic needle that went through my coat and slacks and into my thigh. Two bogus ambulance men came in a stolen ambulance and took me away. The only other time I saw George face to face was during the making of Howard the Duck. George Lucas and Steven Spielberg made that ridiculous movie to try to rescue me again, in case you were wondering why they made that movie. I was supposed to see Lucas again on a set of Indiana Jones but this time it was George who was drugged and abducted. This makes 8 times George Lucas tried to rescue me. I’ve spoken with Lucas on the phone only a few times over the past 40 years, and those phone calls and the conversations we had while shooting American Graffiti, are what makes up Yoda’s philosophies and Star Wars 7 – the Force Awakens. The reason the people who owned me don’t allow George and I to get together is because they don’t want World Peace. War makes them rich. The greed of a handful of people keep the word in the turmoil it’s in. The people in the entertainment industry know me as the woman with no memory and no name. If you want to know more about me, check out my blog www.grace-gardener.org; or read my free ebooks the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen, and, the Conversation. I‘m still trying to walk those 20 feet.
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