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In the midst of the action, dressed in faded jeans, heavy workman's boots and a blue parka, his hood pulled up over his mop of reddish hair, a cigar protruding at right angles from his lips, is British director Ridley Scott, the irrepressible driving force behind this epic recreation of the life of the Genoan explorer who, 500 years ago this very month, sought a western route to Asia and inadvertently bumped into the Americas instead. A determined, irascible Geordie with a celebrated visual style and an enviable track record, the 53-year-old Scott presides over the proceedings like a genial general, gleefully barking orders, regularly peering through the viewfinders of his two cameras, crafting his vision of 15th century Spain with painstaking attention to detail and a passion bordering on the obsessive.
A crowd of onlookers has already formed, despite the bitterness of the weather and the silliness of the hour, silently engrossed in the scene unfolding before them, waiting patiently for Gérard, whose appearance they are preparing to mark with a loud yell and constant cheering. "All Salamanca's going to be here by ten o'clock," chuckles the film's Spanish production manager Jose Luis Escolar, a veteran of numerous Almodovar pictures. "Nothing happens here normally."
Two hours later, scene number 154 of what will finally rejoice in the moniker 1492: Conquest Of Paradise is almost ready to be shot. Scott appears satisfied with what his two cameras - used to maximise coverage - will capture of the 326 extras and 20 horses marshalled together on and in front of the steps of a 17th century baroque church in central Salamanca, but something is still not quite right. Scott, famed for his lavish visuals, bravura composition and trademark use of diffused lighting, is not a happy camper. To create exactly the look he has visualised, the ex-Hovis commercials director wants some more smoke.
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