"I Could Kick Robert Duvall's Ass!

Charlie's Bar is a colorful little cantina on 14th Street.  It doesn't take much theatrical imagination to visual the club somewhere south of the border.  That's what Robert Duvall's temporarily titled movie "A Night In Old Mexico" wants us to do.


Nena and I wandered around the set before filming in the afternoon, talking to a few bystanders and bar girls, taking some pics of the work being done and the current motif.  

I doubt Duvall could find a more rustic marquee, even if he wanted one, with mismatched letters and a large hole in the cover.  All part of the charm.  


Fuego must be the house band because I seem to recall Grupo Fuego on that sign almost every time we pass by.  


The Brownsville Herald revealed a bit of the story line, but the main thing is that the company is paying those cast with non-speaking parts $85 per day.  I spoke with a young woman who said her brother is cast.  "He gets his money even if they only shoot for an hour," she said.  

Of the two guys leaning against the van, the one of the left said he could "kick Robert Duvall's ass."  When I looked at him kind of strange, he added:  "Well, he's 81."

Nena thought the guy in the aqua shirt on the right looked a little bit like Dave Handelman of the Doc Scully Blues Band.  


Maybe tall, artistic ex-hippies tend to look alike.  


This was just one of several trailers on the side street.  

Several more pictures below.  I have no idea why there is such a gap between the pictures.






I went inside looking for actors and actresses.
































Hollywood seemed to be the magic word for these ladies.

The girl in the black dress below brought out her fan and strategically placed cell phone.

Nena