The film was shot in the Tampa/St. Pete basin and needed local talent for extras, so my college buddy Scot Samis, then earning a law degree at Stetson, answered the call of duty. He so impressed Reiner and crew that they gave him a name ("Russ" rather than Lifeguard #1, #2, ...), wrote him a few lines and bumped him to talking head of the otherwise interchangeable and mute tribe of spear-carrier lifeguards who inhabit the group house next to Candy ("Jack Chester")'s rental.
Mr. Mouth-to-Mouth, Scot Samis, Esq. as "Russ" |
Scot's moment in the summer sun comes when he and the gang of roommates charge out of their rental, underneath a jockstrap-festooned clothesline, and he stays behind to meet underage neighbor daughter Jennifer Chester. The exchange mesmerizes daughter (and provides bedevilment for old dad Jack) when - carrying an inflatable doll - Russ explains that the lifeguards refer to him as "Mr. Mouth to Mouth."
His recollections today nearly as crisp as the events were during that "busy" time, Scot shared this with me:
As
for an anecdote ... the one
that sticks with
me is when John Candy, knowing I was a local, told me that he was going
on the Pritikin Diet and wanted to go out for one last night of
indulgence. I suggested "Watership Down," a local bar that had a popular reggae band.
He was a classic, big-man raver in the Steel (RIP)
tradition - - bellowing at the top of his lungs, buying drinks and even
getting up on stage and singing a tune with the band. I know this is a
pretty mundane story, but it was nice to see that he was a good guy.
A Stroll Up-Hill |
I'd never refer to him this way today, but I'm proud to recall Scot as my "Little Brother," as he was during the pledging and initiation period of early 1978. Now that he's a big shot, we grateful, aging New Englanders occasionally get to head south for a weekend of nightspot-hopping, and a full battery of Red Sox/Rays games courtesy of the law firm's excellent box seats.
And if I ever find myself in the Pinellas County clink, I have a friend to call....
Goodtime Academic Community Nonsense! |
Maybe next semester!