After hitting midtown, the East Village, and Greenpoint in October and then bouncing around town, HBO series The Deuce is back in the East Village and Lower East Side tomorrow for what looks to be an epic shoot. Tomorrow, David Simon’s forthcoming show about twin brothers (both played by James Franco) involved in the mob and porn worlds of ’70s New York is taking over East 7th Street from First Avenue to Shevchenko Place; the lower portion Avenue A; and parts of Rivington, Essex, and Norfolk Streets.
And Now David Simon’s The Deuce Is Loose in Greenpoint
After descending on the East Village yesterday, David Simon’s HBO pilot about the ’70s porn industry, The Deuce, is shooting in Greenpoint today — at the awesome Capri Social Club, a watering hole/time capsule that’s appeared in many a movie and tv show.
David Simon’s The Deuce Is Loose in the East Village
Franco alert! After time-warping West 30th Street last week, David Simon’s HBO pilot, The Deuce, is filming in the East Village tomorrow, per signs spotted on Avenue A. Given that the series, starring James Franco and Maggie Gyllenhaal, is supposed to be about the rise of the porn industry in ’70s Times Square, we’re not sure what the production will be doing between East 1st and 2nd Streets, well away from the East Village’s historic corridor of smut. While we wait to find out, the Daily Mail has some photos of Franco sporting a classic porn-star stache during last week’s shoot.
Some Vintage Car Porn From the Set of David Simon’s The Deuce
We don’t always go to midtown, but when we do, we come back with photos from the set of David Simon’s new HBO pilot about the ’70s porn industry. The Deuce has lined West 30th Street, between Seventh and Eighth Avenues, with vintage cars, and has transformed 242 West 30th into an old-school Korean restaurant. We didn’t spot the pilot’s stars, James Franco and Maggie Gyllenhaal, but we did get an eyeful of vintage phone booths and mailboxes. We haven’t seen those since… well, Scorsese’s HBO show. All very authentic except for those ’70s-era trash piles, which upon closer inspection contained copies of this week’s newspapers. Don’t worry, Dave, we won’t tell.