The Making of Tiger Tyson's Eiffel TowerJean Claude HeriotFlying to France: Tiger and I made it to the airport early since we expected long lines and unbearable security. We couldn't believe how fast we made it through security but then a female guard ushered us to the side. Oh shit, I thought, what could Tiger possibly have done to trigger this? Surprise! The guard gave me her camera and asked for a photo of her with Tiger. She's a huge fan! I'm just beginning to understand how really popular Tiger Tyson is. Although we work together on a production level, it's easy to forget his audience. This was a quick reminder that will influence our whole trip.Shoot Day 1 Tiger and I are suffering from severe jet lag. But we're scheduled for a morning shoot and we'll meet our French production crew for the first time. I knock on Tiger's hotel door to wake him up. "No fucking way am I going to do a shoot now. I'm going back to sleep!" he says. Slam goes the door. Shit! I go over to meet our crew and look at the shoot location. It is an amazingly stunning space. We have two hot, beautiful models standing by. Fuck! I've got to go back and get Tiger motivated. I bring one of the models with me. That does it. Instant hard-on. All is fine until we learn that the model is a top that thought he was going to fuck Tiger! Try explaining to a French-only speaking model that he has to take a 9-inch cock up his ass when normally he only tops. Top is "active" in French and bottom is "passive" in French. Now we have to explain to our production assistant, who also doesn't speak English that we need an enema so the Top can get ready to bottom! After an hour, the Top finally takes it from Tiger. The first scene is done, but we have to figure out later on in the week how to tie it in to make the story work. Still on no sleep, we are driven to the apartment of French collaborative artists, Pierre et Gilles, for a photo shoot. Two high-strung dogs that seem like they are on crystal meth meet us there. Pierre et Gilles are amazingly hospitable. Their house is like a museum, propped with artifacts from a life long history of production and love for one another. Artists like Madonna, Iggy Pop, Nina Hagen, Yves Saint Laurent and Jeff Stryker have all been their subjects. Tiger just wants to sleep, but once he sees the set they've built for him, he turns into a teenager and his eyes light up. He stands there naked with a full hard-on holding a 20 lb. piece of meat over his shoulder as a prop, standing in front of an open refrigerator stacked with tons of fresh raw meat. And that's only the first set-up. Next, we're off to a club where Tiger will perform a strip tease in front of 1,000 French boys and host a "best butt" contest. We're led through the back door of the club through a maze, until we finally reach a tiny space filled with beer cases, a mirror, two tables, a torn sofa and a few chairs. A dim light bulb allows us to see little, let alone prep Tiger for his show. Suddenly, six photographers and interviewers show up! Tiger speaks no French and they speak no English so you can imagine the chaos. Then a well-dressed fan is escorted into the room shouting Tiger's name over and over. He is holding a suitcase filled with about 100 Tiger items: calendars, magazines, videos, toys and he wants Tiger to autograph every item! Oddly enough, Tiger was in a bad mood until the fan showed up. The fan was so excited he got Tiger pumped up for the show. Rumor has it that the fan is an envoy of Pierre Cardin, who wanted all the signatures for his own collection! Tiger finally has a two-minute warning to get on stage and perform. Two minutes to get a hard-on. Two minutes to get into his costume. Two minutes to get the music in the hands of the dj. He goes on. They roar. They stomp. Their hands are in the air. The French love him. But Tiger refuses to show his cock to the crowd. "They're not paying me enough to show a hard-on!” Tiger says. Shit tiger, I'm thinking. We flew you all the way over to France, and you refuse to show your dick! You're a porn star! Oh, the life of a director-producer. Once Tiger has his mind made up, there's little you can do to change it. Time for a break. Everyone's hungry. I've never been to France and want to experience the best in French food. What does Tiger want to eat? McDonalds or KFC! Once we get into McDonald's Tiger starts getting frustrated. He wants to know why the menu isn't in English! Because we're in France, Tiger! Once he eats a cheeseburger, he's all smiles again. If you surround him with creature comforts he's a puppy. Take him out of his hood and he's even bigger than life. We're scheduled to do a shoot at a local gym. In the lower level, it's all set up for all kinds of naughty activity for the night prowlers in Paris..steam rooms, mirrors, a lounge with leather sofas and porn playing on a flat screen, glory holes?you get the picture. But upstairs on the main level is a state of the art fitness center with a full service coffee-protein shake-snack bar. One of the scheduled talent never shows up, but the well-tattooed Jules is eager to do something, so he disrobes completely and starts working out completely naked. No one pays attention as we photograph him in various positions on different pieces of equipment. French boys just go about their workout as if this happens everyday. Maybe it does. Those French! It takes a lot to make their head turn. We need a gym like that in New York! Our big night happens at Club Folles Pigalle. The club doesn't know we will be shooting 3 major sex scenes, but the handsome and powerful club promoter and French entrepreneur Foaud has arranged the space for us to shoot in before the club opens to the public and says its no problem. The first scene starts in the men's room as two extremely horny arab boys kiss, suck each other at the urinal in front of a huge mirror. As they begin, the club opens early and patrons start walking in. Some of them want to get in on the action, but we decide to move to a darker area upstairs in the club's balcony section. Music is pounding and the dance club disco lights are streaming in and out of the room as the Arabs fuck in every position in the underlit smokey room. Some club kids sneak into our staged area and watch with hard-ons. It gets them so horny that they start kissing and fondling each other, until another section of the club turns into a mini-sex romp! What have we started? The club management finally discovers what we are up to and puts an end to it. I check the video tape. Thankfully we have enough to edit a scene?but we still have to shoot Tiger??.. Tiger arrives a little late to the club to get ready for his final dance show performance on stage. As he starts to get ready backstage, he finds some humpy boys and starts to have his way with them. He completely forgets he has to go on stage in 10 minutes. Two boys start sucking the famous Brooklyn 9 inches and won't let go. Tiger still has to get into his thong and thugwear for the stage show. Two cameramen are on stage waiting for the show to begin. The announcement is made?"And now, ladies and gentlemen?..(said in French, of course)..Tiger Tyson!" Shit ?a full minute goes by and no Tiger. What happened? The crowd waits and starts to look around bewildered. Suddenly Tiger walks on stage and the crowd goes nuts! He throws them flowers. He throws them his latest DVD. The music pounds. He's smiling and tugging at the boys as they try to reach for him. He bounces his thong across their lips. Everyone wants a taste! What I didn't realize is that backstage, as Tiger was oiling up for the show while getting a blowjob, some lube squirted into his eye and he couldn't see a thing. During the show, he did the whole thing blind in one eye! But what he did manage to do was score again. After the show, another humpy kid had to have Le Tigre and he did. Two boys and Tiger escorted him after the show to an exquisite flat with a full fireplace roaring in front of a bear skin rug. We couldn't have planned it any better! As they suck, fuck, banter in French and moan Tiger's name over and over, we start recording video. As they get plowed, I hand them a pen and my official paperwork and have them sign off to release their images for the movie. How do you like that casting? Well, the scene was one of the best Tiger ever shot and his load tumbled across the back of one of the bottom in gooey streams. The windows were vibrating with energy and the neighbors were all in a frenzy, not knowing what all the noise was from. |
