Vancouver, British Columbia: You know, Canada’s GOOD city.
I’ve been to Toronto. I’ve been to Montreal. I’ve been to Ontario. And I liked all of these Canadian cities (except for Montreal which is annoying for the same reason France is). But I was unprepared for Vancouver. Before visiting this Western Province, I had pretty much written off Canada as The Land That Ethnic Diversity Forgot. Not to mention Summer.
My impression of Canada was that of a snow-covered, Winter wonderland that never thawed out. I grew up in the snow belt, so for me, anything North of Washington, DC is considered the Arctic Circle. And Vancouver is up near this place called the Yukon. Yeah, that’s up there near the arctic circle — frozen tundra, grizzly bears, etc.
With that mentality, it’s no surprise then that I didn’t relish going there, especially since San Francisco was plenty cold enough for my tastes.
We flew North in August and were immediately and pleasantly surprised to find Vancouver almost hot. Granted it was Summertime, but Vancouver was sunny and in the seventies most days. The conditions were perfect since we were trying to replicate the American Southwest, something hard to do if you can see the actor’s breath.
The city itself seemed cosmopolitan and positively bustled with activity (if you call Asian tourists shopping, bustling with activity). Still, it gave the city an appealing energy and Euro-quality. In fact, there was impressive racial diversity for the Great White North (we saw Caucasians of all descents milling about).
Clean and polite, Vancouver enjoys weather that’s crisp and brisk feeling, dropping just shy of cold thanks to the bright, West Coast sun that warmed the sidewalk cafes where we loitered instead of working. The downtown area is fashionable and trendy with lots of luxury shopping. After “work,” we did our share of shopping since everything was 33% off thanks to the backwoods-shed-beating our dollar gives the Canadian one. (Most of the stores were US-based retail operations, but we ran into an odd local store that sold bulk soap, called Lush).
Five-star restaurants, on the other hand, were in short supply. There is one particularly good Japanese restaurant with celebrity photos lining the walls whose name escapes me. (UPDATE: It’s called Tojo’s Restaurant.)
We stayed at Sutter Place, a four-star hotel located in downtown Vancouver. It was very expensive-looking, with all the comforts you’d expect in an overpriced flophouse, plus the added perk of a dark, wood-paneled hotel bar that attracted many of Hollywood’s elite. In fact, we saw or met so many celebrities, we stopped going anywhere else. (David Boreanaz (from the TV show, Angel), Jason Biggs, Michael Clark Duncan, Linda Hamilton, Corbin Benson, Sean Penn, and Tom Green to name-drop a few.)
The low cost of filming in Canada has made it attractive to budget-conscious (read, all) movie studios, so a number of movies are being filmed there now. Someone said 46 films so far that year. It has become the “New Hollywood.” Sort of.
By shooting in Canada, the Screen Actor’s Guild (SAG) ironically forced us to save tens of thousands of dollars in talent and production costs. Normally, creatives, account services and clients fly down and shoot in Los Angeles with some expensive production company, eat at some expensive LA restaurants, and patronize some expensive LA hookers. By picketing TV commercial sets, SAG just made companies take their business to places like Canada and Prague. That’s a lot of money that won’t be filling the GNP of the City of Angels. An unintended, yet very real result of the strike was to open the floodgate.
Now that companies know they can save money, they’re not going back (and you think NAFTA caused a “sucking sound…”). The only people who got hurt by the strike were the talent themselves and the production companies. Well done, SAG! Way to keep your members’ best interests at heart! I am glad, though, that the strike was settled if for no other reason than MCI can stop airing those lame re-cuts of 1-800-COLLECT commercials.
During a lull in shooting, we conned our production company into coughing up for a seaplane ride around the lake that was spectacular. The picturesque city is set on a small lake, and across the lake is a smallish mountain range. But the mountain range is overshadowed by a singular peak that rises from sea- (or, at least lake-) level straight up into the clouds. It more closely resembled a volcano but without the hot molten death that bellows from its peak. You couldn’t find a better backdrop for a city. It is simply amazing. The Ski resort Whistler is nearby I’m told, but I’m not a big fan of any sport that takes place outside in the snow.
In all, we spent two weeks enjoying the hospitality of our northern cousins, and I must confess, I was in no hurry to leave. The city would be eminently livable were it not for the Winter season that loomed only a few months ahead of us. Oh, and all the Canadians. Man, those guys are everywhere. You can’t throw a dead cub seal without hitting one of them.