How does that old
song go? "There's no business like show business...like no business
I know." Hey, I've always been a movie and TV fan. When I was a
kid I wanted to be a movie star when I grew up. What a glamorous way
to make a living. Plus I wouldn't have to ask my dad for money any more.
Then it happened.
A phone call from Spike TV. "We would like you to be a creative
consultant for a show we are filming in Vegas." Well, I wouldn't
be an actor, and I wouldn't be a movie star, but — creative consultant?
That almost sounded better.
The show was called
"King of Vegas," with 12 contestants going head to head at
all the casino games. One contestant would be eliminated each week,
and the winner of the whole shebang would pick up $1 million in cash!
I got to travel,
too. Contestant searches took place in Hollywood, Las Vegas and Atlantic
City. I envisioned lying on the beach in Atlantic City and sipping some
kind of exotic drink with a little umbrella sticking out of it, checking
the scripts for typos and okaying scene changes with a flourish of my
pen.
Unfortunately, I
didn't get to Atlantic City until late Saturday night; the contestant
search went from eight the next morning until eight that night; my plane
back to Vegas left Monday morning at 5:15. So much for fun in the sun.
It rained the whole time I was in Hollywood, and by the time I got home
I was suffering from the worst cold I'd ever had in my life.
The shows were taped
during December in a huge tent set up in the parking lot at Ballys.
For some reason, it was even colder inside the tent than it was outside.
By the end of the shooting, everyone was sick except me because I was
already sick to begin with.
The hosts of the
show were Max Kellerman and Wayne Allyn Root, both of whom treated me
almost as an equal. All in all, it was a rewarding experience, although
my name went by so fast on the closing credits that you needed the Hubble
Telescope to read it.
What was it like
being a "creative consultant" on a TV show? Perhaps the following
dialogue will explain it better than I can.
First day of shooting
Wayne Allyn Root:
"Barney, what does insurance mean at blackjack?"
Tenth day of shooting
Wayne Allyn Root:
"Barney, could you get me another cup of coffee?"
Yes, there's no
business like show business.
