Henry Wagons is not a New Zealand Hollywood director, he did not make The Awful Truth, and though he sports a dashing headband, he is not a known tennis player.
He is Henry Wagons, the latest player in front of the camera, entertaining us late one evening in the traditionally Italian neighbourhood of Sydney.
Kate and I met Henry in a house where he was staying in Leichhardt. We didn’t have much of a plan and with little light, we needed to think creatively about a location. Norton St, the area’s main drag, was buzzing with the usual spill of diners, drinkers and late night shoppers, so a hushed back ally seemed a better choice. We parked behind a restaurant and angled the headlights of my car against a wall of bright grafitti; the scene was set – a strange desert ghetto. We warned Henry about the possibility of planes overhead and when they came, he was good humoured and ready for them.
With Man Sold completed, we went in search of a new backdrop. Highly entertained and perhaps a little overconfident, we braved the not-so-beating-heart of Leichhardt; The Italian Forum. It was late and we were tired, so i bought a round of lattes and Henry settled into the center of this faux European “town square”. With caffeine, an eager audience of two local kids, and the background sound of a tacky fountain, Henry indulged us in an old Elvis Presley song, Never Been To Spain.
Amelia & Shoot The Player