Much thought goes into the look of a 1970s blue-collar bar on Long Island when it reflects the title of a new film directed by George Clooney and is presided over by an affable bartender played by Ben Affleck. “It felt like a good time to do a film that was kind and gentle,” Clooney tells AD via email about choosing an adaptation of J.R. Moehringer’s Pulitzer Prize–winning memoir, The Tender Bar, as his eighth directorial effort.
A bar in Beverly, MA, became The Dickens. Production designer Kalina Ivanov says George Clooney “absolutely loved it because the building is almost slightly crooked like the Tower of Pisa.”
Photo: Claire Folger/ © 2021 Amazon Content Services LLCThe story plays out from the perspective of J.R. (Daniel Ranieri, and later Tye Sheridan), the film’s nine-year-old protagonist, as he and his mom, a broke secretary named Dorothy (Lily Rabe), move back in with her quirky parents. In their neglected house in Manhasset, New York, her bartender-brother, Charlie, still lives. J.R’s disc jockey dad (Max Martini) is mostly MIA—and an “asshole on the radio,” according to the boy’s ornery grandfather (Christopher Lloyd), an Ivy-educated former Wall Streeter with just enough money to get by.
Charlie updated his childhood bedroom with a paint job and improvised storage for all of his books.
Photo: Claire Folger/ © 2021 Amazon Content Services LLCAfter Clooney and the crew played with a vintage shuffleboard game and realized it was warped, they aged a new one to make it ’70s appropriate.
Photo: Claire Folger/ © 2021 Amazon Content Services LLCJ.R. is drawn to The Dickens bar and his charismatic autodidact uncle, who holds court with his barfly friends Chief (Max Casella), Bobo (Michael Braun), and Joey D (Matthew Delamater) like he owns the place. The gold-chain wearing, Cadillac-driving bachelor fills a void for the fatherless boy, warning him that his dad won’t save him, and based on his athleticism, to skip sports. He also instructs his nephew in the “male sciences” (“You don’t hit a woman, ever, up to and including if she has stabbed you with scissors”), and introduces him to a library of classics. Stashed in his bedroom closet and stacked on The Dickens’ shelves, these books lead to J.R.’s writing aspirations.
Though Clooney’s first brush with bar life was also as a kid—in Kentucky, his uncle lived above a pub and would send him to buy cigarettes and beer—his experience didn’t influence the film’s happy hours. “It was very, very dark at noon,” he says of the beat-up place. “The same people sat on the same bar stools every day. Like Cheers only with a certain desperate feel to the reason they were sitting there at noon. No books, just horse-racing forms and a radio playing the races.”