Just Getting to the Red Carpet Is a Trial
For members of the media, crews and all those publicists, the drill starts in a parking lot in the Century City neighborhood, about 10 blocks away (and $19, with validation). To get out of the lot means passing through the first set of metal detectors. If you happen to get dropped, you have to find your way in, to get on the bus for the Beverly Hilton.
The bus trip is right out of “The Gauntlet” (Clint Eastwood, 1977).
Hit pause. The Beverly Hills police just cleared the press room for a pass with bomb-sniffing dogs.
Anyway, the buses have to pass through dozens and dozens of officers from various agencies, including Los Angeles parking enforcers (among the toughest of the lot), and through clearly marked representatives of the F.B.I. The uniforms are spectacular, in an action-movie sort of way. Khaki fatigues; fire-department blues, with the occasional neon helmet; black vests and combat boots.
There’s been no word of a threat. But the Hollywood Foreign Press Association is taking no chances with an awards show that takes place just weeks after the massacre in San Bernardino.
“Talk to them if you don’t like it, they’re the ones who want us here,” said an officer referring to the Hollywood Foreign Press Association as he cleared the press room. Actually, clearing it wasn’t that hard, as much of the press corps was still stuck in Century City, waiting in line to board the next bus.
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