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He Escaped the Nazis and, One Evening in New York, Discovered Marilyn Monroe

Jules dove straight in. He’d by no means been a timid man; if he had been, he wouldn’t be right here strolling the Earth. Gently pushing his manner by the gang utilizing his free hand and some German-accented “Pardon mes” and “Excuse mes”—he was a gentleman in any case—he bought as shut as he may to the commotion. There was the gaffer he had met yesterday, who tipped him off about tonight. They nodded in recognition.

Then the film director flitted previous in his fedora, nervously eyeing the rising throng. His title was Billy Wilder. They have been each from Berlin, Jules knew, each escaped Jewish refugees. He caught Wilder’s eye and held it for a second, lengthy sufficient to assume that perhaps Billy, too, knew what they’d in frequent. As if Jules was marked one way or the other with invisible ink that solely the man wounded may detect. Billy walked previous, and Jules was abruptly reminded of his objective right here tonight. He squeezed his black field between his legs, screwed round with a couple of knobs, wound a small crank, knelt down right into a slender free area between our bodies, after which positioned the field as much as his proper eye. His Bolex 16 mm digicam.

It was September 15, 1954, and it was no accident he was right here. Jules was a considerate man who had at all times deliberate every part very fastidiously. Befriending that gaffer was simply certainly one of many steps that introduced this furrier and beginner filmmaker to the entrance row of one of the vital iconic moments in twentieth-century movie historical past, one which he—and he alone—would save for posterity in residing, transferring shade.

Jules appeared across the artificially lit New York Metropolis road nook. At all times a lot life, a lot to seize. He had tasted the bitterness of life, however this, this was the candy half. He peeked by the lens of his Bolex, targeted on Billy Wilder and the crew in entrance of him. And abruptly, as if she knew he was coming, out stepped Marilyn Monroe. And . . . Motion.

For Jules, staring the glamour of Hollywood within the face took greater than a ten-block stroll. His lengthy, sophisticated journey to New York Metropolis, like these of most immigrant Jews throughout World Warfare II, had taken bravery and crafty. However, towards all logic, right here he was, entrance and middle, smack in the course of the waking dream that was America.

Jules had nearly not made it there that evening. Had nearly not made it to America. The chances had been towards him, actually. On darkish nights when he couldn’t hold the sorrow at bay, he would consider the household and pals he had left behind, a lot of them lifeless.

A nonetheless from the 16mm footage Schulback shot from the gang

Courtesy of Jules Schulback/Bonnie Siegler.

His story included not one however two escapes from Nazi Germany, of lies shortly imagined and creatively advised, of ocean liners and faux identities and magic—the unending, never-tarnished magic of Hollywood. A few of those that got here out and in of Jules’s story—Clark Gable, Billy Wilder, Joe DiMaggio, and Marilyn Monroe—have been actual, of human flesh, with flaws and imperfections. Like Jules, every had escaped one thing, sporting a masks to outlive, creating an alternate id, utilizing the powers that they, and solely they, possessed. Dreaming and remaking themselves in a rustic that not solely allowed reinvention however demanded it.

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