Just got a couple more today. It wouldn't be so bad, if I had ONE festival to look forward to, but I've just been getting pummeled so far. I day dream about a positive outcome quite a bit, and now the horrible reality is sinking in that I may not have a chance in fricken hell of getting this movie accepted ANYWHERE.
Most of the time its just been thoses automatic e-mails that are spat out to dozens of other filmmakers, but its even worse logging into my film festival account and going to the submissions status page, which brings me to the simple words in green, "NOT ACCEPTED" I'd rather have the generic e-mail, because that green stamp makes me feel like shit, haha.
They don't like the movie. It's too long. It's too weird. The picture quality sucks. The sound sucks. The dvd was fucked. There's no stars in it. The first ten minutes were boring. Not enough vampires. Who knows.
I'm only angry at myself because I know my audience is limited. If I paid more attention to this or that....screw it.
Anyway, I've been reading up about the indie scene that blew up in the 70's and 90's. Fascinating stuff. Most of the movies that became huge had rocky starts, or were panned by unimpressed critics. I know all I need is one champion. Is there someone out there that will say, "I gotta show this movie to so and so?" Maybe that person doesn't exist.
The Clerks documentary really opened my eyes to how some disappointing realities can turn into good fortune. They had this devastating screening where like four people showed up and the cast and crew were all there- the place had been three quarters full all week for other movies and the neighborhood was buzzing with activity. Their screening was a DISASTER, but the one old guy in the first row turned out to be their champion- and things quickly turned around for that crass little movie because that guy spread the word to the right people.
I know I should keep working on other projects or I'll go insane, but its been pretty tough. Self-loathing and eating junk food. Watching a ton of movies. Putting off phone calls to my dad in hopes that I'll have some kind of good news.
I watched a friend's play and it inspired me some. I started writing a bit again. I have to finish, "Glue Junkies" so if "Salivate" fails completely, I'll at least have a 30 minute short film to send out. Then if I get a good shooting script for, "Deadly Delivery" I can try to raise the money to make it. That movie will be way more commerical since it's full-out slasher comedy.
Honestly feel like a joke though. Maybe it's too early to feel this way. There's still 28 festivals to hear from!
of course if something great happens i won't be able to shut up about it. My false modesty would make a cat sick.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
A Day At Monsterpalooza
The line wasn't as bad as it looked. Maybe it's a good thing I got there by 11:30 because the fire marshalls showed up later and there was still a lot of people waiting outside by late afternoon. There were some performers in costumes keeping the crowd entertained outside, trying to scare unsuspecting women and children- (all in good fun of course) and cracking jokes left and right. It put me in a good mood and I was really glad I had decided to go, because I'd been tipping the scales left and right all week.
I only had Saturday off, so I'd miss out on a few guests, but Malcolm Mcdowell canceled anyway, and I really got pumped when I saw Joe Dante's post about Trailers From Hell (great website by the way) on facebook, so what the hell. I took out some money at the old B&A- enough where I wouldn't go back (not like last time's 4-5 trips) and spent most of what I had by the end of the day. These places are dangerous.
The idea of being in the same space as the last convention was kind of disappointing, but it was such a different setup that it felt like a completely different building. Plus the vibe was totally different- I swear I could be happy making horror movies for the rest of my life, just so I can be around these awesome people. Everyone is so cool and happy- plus the horror eye candy everywhere. If only I had the balls to network instead of stammering out my thanks.
It felt a bit more crowded and narrower, but I made a loop around the place to take it all in.
Lon Chaney with his makeup kit.
Getting made up to be "Darkness" from the movie LEGEND.
Disturbing apron. "Sure Bill I'll take another burger-SHIT!!!"
"YOU DIDN'T LOVE BLACK SWAN??!!!"
My first stop was with Julie Adams from Creature From The Black Lagoon. I haven't seen the movie since I was a kid, but its always stuck with me. Plus my brother and I used to go to church with the late Richard Denning, who also stars in the movie, so that was my opening for conversation with the actress. Now that I think of it, I think that was my very first autograph, Richard Denning signed my church program :) I must of been eight or nine.
Julie was extremely sweet and wanted to make sure she wrote the right thing on my picture, she was checking in with me, it was cute. Then we took a great photo with the creature itself and she recommended a visit to the museum section where I could enjoy more of the horror sculptures. Her assistant (her son) was extremely nice too, and the rest of the day people were just as friendly.
With Julie Adams and the Creature.
Next I visited Jesse Gee who was just as awkward as I was. He was in the corner with a cool setup with all his robots and ray guns made out of found metal objects. I forced myself to talk to him because I'm still warming up to people and was relieved to see he was a little uncomfortable too, or maybe just soft spoken. I prodded him a bit about his work, and he opened up about the different places he raided for junk, and how he would occasionally have to shape things himself when he has something very specific in mind. I spotted one of those spray guns you attach on a hose to water your lawn, but didn't recognize too many of the doo-dads that made up his creations. I told him it must be cool when parts fit so perfectly like they were married from the start, and he gave me a polite nod...now I sound like a weirdo, haha. I have a romanticized image of him working in a garage like a mad scientist, but I bet Jesse's work is fairly subdued. His business card is very cool and boasts, "MUNK MARVELOUS' MARVELOUS MACHINERY ROBOTS! RAYGUNS! AND MORE!" Robot Sculptures, Fine Custom Lamps, Replica Space Weapondry, and Science Fiction Artwork.
I also stopped to admire Don Lanning's incredible OZ sculptures, I gotta check out his website later.
Don Lanning and Tin Man
It was nice to see everyone's interest in The Chiodo Brothers. I remember the lousy turnout they had about ten years ago at Virgin Records. I had them to myself and I asked them if I could record them saying Happy Birthday to my brother and they humored me with, "Happy Birthday Barry...you should see the crowd! (laughs)"
They were selling Killer Klown popcorn which sold out pretty fast along with some fantastic prints and original clown sketches. There were Killer Klown t-shirts, one fan had them sign an awesome vinyl from The Dickies album with all the clown art work on the cover- very cool. They also had a great three-headed stop-motion dinosaur puppet that was fun to manipulate, along with an Elvira puppet. I debated forever and settled on a Killer Klown Popcorn print which they all signed. The Killer Klowns From Outer Space dvd is fantastic by the way, I especially love their Super 8 films from their childhood.
Later on Ed Gale humored me with anecdotes from The Howard The Duck set. He seemed surprised that I was interested in that particular movie, haha, but then he went straight into anecdotes reflecting his frustrations on set. He was dying for a cigar and dying in his suit, plus he could never see anything, so he memorized the blocking beforehand. Friggen nuts. It was his first gig and he wanted to give movies up altogether after that. I think it was supposed to be 5 weeks and then ended up 5 months or something. Anyway, he told me changed his mind with "Spaceballs" because he wouldn't be stuck in a suit and that part just required some glitter on his face, (Dink-Dink!) but at least he could BREATHE.
It was a nice surprise when Tom Holland showed up to say hi to Ed- Tom directed Child's Play and Ed doubled for Chucky running around.
Ed Gale (Child's Play) and director Tom Holland (Fright Night)
I talked to Belinda Belaski for a moment, since I just watched, "The Howling" the night before. Man that movie is great! I couldn't help but notice that she got a raw deal in every Joe Dante movie; she gets eaten in "Piranha", killed in "The Howling" and even in "Gremlins" Mrs. Deagle takes her house away, haha. She had her table set up next to Dee Wallace and playfully accused her of stealing her fans away.
Dee was preoccupied with a man making a serious pitch- "Blood for Boobies" or something crazy like that. The pitch took about 2 minutes and I couldn't tell if Dee was disgusted or not, she has a very patient poker face and remained consistently sweet through the whole ordeal. The guy got it all out of his system and left-he was actually very professional about it. I leaned in afterwards, "That was QUITE the pitch" and Dee laughed and apologised. I pointed out a great picture she had on the set of Cujo featuring her, Director Lewis Teague, and the guy in the dog suit all standing and performing a showgirl high-kick.
I ended up getting her spiritual healing book because it seemed like the thing she was really passionate about and it was her last copy. She gave me her e-mail so I could tell her if I liked the book, and she took this great picture with me. It's not the kind of book that I would usually read, but I'm interested because it goes into her acting career, and many of her characters are teetering on emotional collapse, and that had to be difficult to shake off. Color me interested.
Scream Queen Dee Wallace (The Howling, Cujo, ET)
Mr. Godzilla, Haruo Nakajima, was busy with a Q&A and I killed some time in the "Museum" As you can see form the pictures- very very cool.
Rotting Jack from "American Werewolf In London" Beware the moon David.
The Howling
Dummy from "Magic" with Anthony Hopkins. Eerie movie with one of the most disturbing teaser trailers- it got a lot of flack because it scared the crap out of kids. Check it out on youtube!
Leprechaun.
Maybe we should try a soup with a more flattering color.
Darkness from, "Legend"
Amazing detail on The Wolfman.
Freddy is ready for next year's Wrestlemania.
Ugly baby demon from Nightmare on Elm Street 5.
Nothing is more terrifying than a retiring Johnny Carson.
Mr. Dreyfus- big fan big fan! Oh, you're busy...and piranhas ate your face! Gotcha. Loved you in Kippendorf's Tribe. Cool dude.
"I was 12 going on 13 the first time I saw a dead body. It happened in the summer of 1959-a long time ago, but only if you measure in terms of years."
Spazmatic Gremlin from the sequel.
GIZ-MO...KAKA!
Here lies...ah-ah-ah nobody say the B-word!
Abbot and Costello Meet The Frankenstein Monster
I got the biggest kick out of the talking Jack from, "American Werewolf In London" spouting off his best lines, "Have you ever talked to a corpse? It's boring." That movie will always be a major influence on me, and Joe Dante's The Howling and Gremlins are not far behind. Wicked horror comedy at its finest.
I waited in line for 30 minutes for Haruo because the line was nuts earlier. Enjoyed people watching in their various stages of makeup. "Darkness" from LEGEND was marching around, along with some ghoulish cuties. I started to think about director Larry Cohen and how he didn't have a booth anywhere, so I started going through the Monsterpalooza map to double-check. Maybe he was only showing up to the panel. He didn't show up at the New Beverly for the American Grindhouse screening, so who knows if he'd show up today.
Mr. Nakajima showed up and I bought a Godzilla movie for him to sign. With no spoken words between us (I don't think he can speak English anyway) I have to say I got this amazing vibe from him. So much warmth in his handshake and he gave me a huge smile- I love how he pumped his fist in the air when we took a picture together, I wish I had matched it. Hes played Godzilla in 12 movies and toughed it out through burns, bruises, electrocution and near suffocation! That day he was raising money for Japan relief and everyone was in awe of him.
Haruo Nakajima!
I spotted Larry Cohen and followed him through the hotel to the American Grindhouse panel- he had a "date" and I got the courage to ask him for an autograph when he was just waiting around. Phew, that was easy.
The panel was great because of Joe Dante (Innerspace, Gremlins 1&2, The Howling) Bill Lustig (Maniac Cop, Vigilante) Larry Cohen, (Q The Winged Serpent, Black Caesar, God Told Me To, It's Alive) and Jack Hill (Coffy, Spider Baby, Foxy Brown, Switchblade Sisters)- legends. I loved their stories about 42nd Street and the frustrating demise of the movie going experience. I'll paraphrase some of my favorite ramblings.
"They used to have an usher walking up and down the rows with a baseball bat. Steel toed boots. My favorite was every once in awhile they'd spray air freshener over the audience- little Lysol can."
"It didn't help."
"There were cats running around in the theatre"
"To get the rats."
"RIGHT for the rats, and you'd hear a crinkle from them running into a popcorn bag and everybody would sit like this with their legs up."
Bill also mentioned how one guy would strategically released movies on "Mother's Day" after the first of every month because that's when mothers would get their welfare checks, hence, mother's day.
I think Joe Dante was saying that they'd turn up the heat in the theatre to sell more sodas, but you never wanted to drink anything through a triple-feature because you didn't want to have to piss- you couldn't make it through three movies, and then have to go into the bathroom downstairs where it was beyond seedy."
"The few that went down there would never come back"
"Or they'd return with smiles," Cohen cracked.
"It was a good thing it was dark, you really didn't want to see what was going on."
Bill was great to watch because he was having some major flashbacks and he got all excited about reminiscing, swapping stories with Dante on the ultra-cheap meals they'd get in the area "Steak slathered in this yellow liquid, it was supposed to be butter" and how one guy thought he had a great title for his movie, "The Molesters", until someone in the audience yelled out, "The Mole-sters!" so his friend immediately changed it.
Jack Hill is a fan of audience participation and said his favorite thing yelled at the screen is, "Kill 'Em!"
Bill went on about how audiences now are so withdrawn and uninvolved with the movie, like they're sitting in their living room texting. They shared a glint of hope discussing the midnight movie audiences, and Bill gave "The Room" sort of an unintentional plug,
"Have you seen this fucking movie? It's terrible, but it sells out!"
"They shouldn't start showing movies until midnight." Larry said, which got some applause.
Maybe it was just some old-timers complaining about prices and how everything back then was better, but I have to agree. The movie going experience is fading fast, and it's a fucking shame. Thank goodness for places like The New Beverly.
Director Larry Cohen (Hell Up In Harlem, The Stuff)
I used to hate this review that Quentin Tarantino gave the Arclight Hollywood theatre. For one I worked there, and I didn't think it was fair that he bitched about the fanciness and lack of a trashy atmosphere- it certainly didn't stop him from coming. Now I kind of get it. The experience is becoming expensive and sterile. As a filmmaker you'd want to hear the audience go nuts, but as a movie-goer I personally want people to shut the hell up. On the other hand, it means something else when audiences are actually invested in the movie. That excitement is contagious. There's something special about those crummy, worn out, sticky floor, weird 7-Eleven/piss smelling, squeaky seat theatres, where there's a 50-50 chance projectionists will screw up your viewing experience. As a kid, it's one of the coolest places in the world, and it's a crazy energy when those lights come down. Holy shit, I'm finally about to see this movie!
On the way out I saw director Mick Garris (The Stand) had stopped by to support the Trailers From Hell dvd. Nice guy.
I also saw Don Glut, the subject of the documentary, "I Was A Teenage Movie Maker" I have his dvd at home, it has something like 40 of his super 8 and 16mm shorts- he also does commentaries on every damn one of them! He was a huge monster/superhero nerd and made a ton of werewolf/Spiderman shorts with his childhood friends. Featuring lots of creaky but charming effects, and his movies got better and better as he got older obviously. He also tries some stop motion and gets away with some dangerous stuntwork. I probably should've talked to the guy, but he looked preoccupied.
Joe Turkel who played "Lloyd The Bartender" in The Shining. He was showing off a great photo on set where a mysterious ghost showed up- nobody could identify the face in the photo- creeped Kubrick out.
My favorite display, "Midnight Stroll"
This guy wrote a romantic comedy with Katherine Heigl!
Another Real Sex interview.
"Sure come on in! Coffee's hot, make yourself at home, there's some leftover Chinese in the fridge- we got Tivo if you wanna record something- sometimes I record Malcolm In The Middle- OH and we got an XBox! We got Wi- haha, get it? We-we? You ever watch Tosh? Me neither, but I heard it's funny."
"How do you keep it together monster? I hate dressing up for weddings, this stupid tie is choking me! I should be sitting on a rock looking at a moon and pinching a couple of wolfie nuggets- this aint' no place for a beast let me tell ya!"
"Aww great, who's this douchebag?"
"Hey everybody, just wanna say, we JUST...SOLD... OUR TENTH TWILIGHT YOGA WORKOUT VIDEO. I didn't think we could do it, but...well, it's a franchise! I liked it! The books were better, I agree."
Okay, got that out of my system...sorry about that.
Anyway, I'm sure I barely scraped the surface, but I had another blast. Really hope I get to experience a horror film festival this year, because I'm all pumped up to see some movies.
with herpes,
Marty
I only had Saturday off, so I'd miss out on a few guests, but Malcolm Mcdowell canceled anyway, and I really got pumped when I saw Joe Dante's post about Trailers From Hell (great website by the way) on facebook, so what the hell. I took out some money at the old B&A- enough where I wouldn't go back (not like last time's 4-5 trips) and spent most of what I had by the end of the day. These places are dangerous.
The idea of being in the same space as the last convention was kind of disappointing, but it was such a different setup that it felt like a completely different building. Plus the vibe was totally different- I swear I could be happy making horror movies for the rest of my life, just so I can be around these awesome people. Everyone is so cool and happy- plus the horror eye candy everywhere. If only I had the balls to network instead of stammering out my thanks.
It felt a bit more crowded and narrower, but I made a loop around the place to take it all in.
Lon Chaney with his makeup kit.
Getting made up to be "Darkness" from the movie LEGEND.
Disturbing apron. "Sure Bill I'll take another burger-SHIT!!!"
"YOU DIDN'T LOVE BLACK SWAN??!!!"
My first stop was with Julie Adams from Creature From The Black Lagoon. I haven't seen the movie since I was a kid, but its always stuck with me. Plus my brother and I used to go to church with the late Richard Denning, who also stars in the movie, so that was my opening for conversation with the actress. Now that I think of it, I think that was my very first autograph, Richard Denning signed my church program :) I must of been eight or nine.
Julie was extremely sweet and wanted to make sure she wrote the right thing on my picture, she was checking in with me, it was cute. Then we took a great photo with the creature itself and she recommended a visit to the museum section where I could enjoy more of the horror sculptures. Her assistant (her son) was extremely nice too, and the rest of the day people were just as friendly.
With Julie Adams and the Creature.
Next I visited Jesse Gee who was just as awkward as I was. He was in the corner with a cool setup with all his robots and ray guns made out of found metal objects. I forced myself to talk to him because I'm still warming up to people and was relieved to see he was a little uncomfortable too, or maybe just soft spoken. I prodded him a bit about his work, and he opened up about the different places he raided for junk, and how he would occasionally have to shape things himself when he has something very specific in mind. I spotted one of those spray guns you attach on a hose to water your lawn, but didn't recognize too many of the doo-dads that made up his creations. I told him it must be cool when parts fit so perfectly like they were married from the start, and he gave me a polite nod...now I sound like a weirdo, haha. I have a romanticized image of him working in a garage like a mad scientist, but I bet Jesse's work is fairly subdued. His business card is very cool and boasts, "MUNK MARVELOUS' MARVELOUS MACHINERY ROBOTS! RAYGUNS! AND MORE!" Robot Sculptures, Fine Custom Lamps, Replica Space Weapondry, and Science Fiction Artwork.
I also stopped to admire Don Lanning's incredible OZ sculptures, I gotta check out his website later.
Don Lanning and Tin Man
It was nice to see everyone's interest in The Chiodo Brothers. I remember the lousy turnout they had about ten years ago at Virgin Records. I had them to myself and I asked them if I could record them saying Happy Birthday to my brother and they humored me with, "Happy Birthday Barry...you should see the crowd! (laughs)"
They were selling Killer Klown popcorn which sold out pretty fast along with some fantastic prints and original clown sketches. There were Killer Klown t-shirts, one fan had them sign an awesome vinyl from The Dickies album with all the clown art work on the cover- very cool. They also had a great three-headed stop-motion dinosaur puppet that was fun to manipulate, along with an Elvira puppet. I debated forever and settled on a Killer Klown Popcorn print which they all signed. The Killer Klowns From Outer Space dvd is fantastic by the way, I especially love their Super 8 films from their childhood.
Later on Ed Gale humored me with anecdotes from The Howard The Duck set. He seemed surprised that I was interested in that particular movie, haha, but then he went straight into anecdotes reflecting his frustrations on set. He was dying for a cigar and dying in his suit, plus he could never see anything, so he memorized the blocking beforehand. Friggen nuts. It was his first gig and he wanted to give movies up altogether after that. I think it was supposed to be 5 weeks and then ended up 5 months or something. Anyway, he told me changed his mind with "Spaceballs" because he wouldn't be stuck in a suit and that part just required some glitter on his face, (Dink-Dink!) but at least he could BREATHE.
It was a nice surprise when Tom Holland showed up to say hi to Ed- Tom directed Child's Play and Ed doubled for Chucky running around.
Ed Gale (Child's Play) and director Tom Holland (Fright Night)
I talked to Belinda Belaski for a moment, since I just watched, "The Howling" the night before. Man that movie is great! I couldn't help but notice that she got a raw deal in every Joe Dante movie; she gets eaten in "Piranha", killed in "The Howling" and even in "Gremlins" Mrs. Deagle takes her house away, haha. She had her table set up next to Dee Wallace and playfully accused her of stealing her fans away.
Dee was preoccupied with a man making a serious pitch- "Blood for Boobies" or something crazy like that. The pitch took about 2 minutes and I couldn't tell if Dee was disgusted or not, she has a very patient poker face and remained consistently sweet through the whole ordeal. The guy got it all out of his system and left-he was actually very professional about it. I leaned in afterwards, "That was QUITE the pitch" and Dee laughed and apologised. I pointed out a great picture she had on the set of Cujo featuring her, Director Lewis Teague, and the guy in the dog suit all standing and performing a showgirl high-kick.
I ended up getting her spiritual healing book because it seemed like the thing she was really passionate about and it was her last copy. She gave me her e-mail so I could tell her if I liked the book, and she took this great picture with me. It's not the kind of book that I would usually read, but I'm interested because it goes into her acting career, and many of her characters are teetering on emotional collapse, and that had to be difficult to shake off. Color me interested.
Scream Queen Dee Wallace (The Howling, Cujo, ET)
Mr. Godzilla, Haruo Nakajima, was busy with a Q&A and I killed some time in the "Museum" As you can see form the pictures- very very cool.
Rotting Jack from "American Werewolf In London" Beware the moon David.
The Howling
Dummy from "Magic" with Anthony Hopkins. Eerie movie with one of the most disturbing teaser trailers- it got a lot of flack because it scared the crap out of kids. Check it out on youtube!
Leprechaun.
Maybe we should try a soup with a more flattering color.
Darkness from, "Legend"
Amazing detail on The Wolfman.
Freddy is ready for next year's Wrestlemania.
Ugly baby demon from Nightmare on Elm Street 5.
Nothing is more terrifying than a retiring Johnny Carson.
Mr. Dreyfus- big fan big fan! Oh, you're busy...and piranhas ate your face! Gotcha. Loved you in Kippendorf's Tribe. Cool dude.
"I was 12 going on 13 the first time I saw a dead body. It happened in the summer of 1959-a long time ago, but only if you measure in terms of years."
Spazmatic Gremlin from the sequel.
GIZ-MO...KAKA!
Here lies...ah-ah-ah nobody say the B-word!
Abbot and Costello Meet The Frankenstein Monster
I got the biggest kick out of the talking Jack from, "American Werewolf In London" spouting off his best lines, "Have you ever talked to a corpse? It's boring." That movie will always be a major influence on me, and Joe Dante's The Howling and Gremlins are not far behind. Wicked horror comedy at its finest.
I waited in line for 30 minutes for Haruo because the line was nuts earlier. Enjoyed people watching in their various stages of makeup. "Darkness" from LEGEND was marching around, along with some ghoulish cuties. I started to think about director Larry Cohen and how he didn't have a booth anywhere, so I started going through the Monsterpalooza map to double-check. Maybe he was only showing up to the panel. He didn't show up at the New Beverly for the American Grindhouse screening, so who knows if he'd show up today.
Mr. Nakajima showed up and I bought a Godzilla movie for him to sign. With no spoken words between us (I don't think he can speak English anyway) I have to say I got this amazing vibe from him. So much warmth in his handshake and he gave me a huge smile- I love how he pumped his fist in the air when we took a picture together, I wish I had matched it. Hes played Godzilla in 12 movies and toughed it out through burns, bruises, electrocution and near suffocation! That day he was raising money for Japan relief and everyone was in awe of him.
Haruo Nakajima!
I spotted Larry Cohen and followed him through the hotel to the American Grindhouse panel- he had a "date" and I got the courage to ask him for an autograph when he was just waiting around. Phew, that was easy.
The panel was great because of Joe Dante (Innerspace, Gremlins 1&2, The Howling) Bill Lustig (Maniac Cop, Vigilante) Larry Cohen, (Q The Winged Serpent, Black Caesar, God Told Me To, It's Alive) and Jack Hill (Coffy, Spider Baby, Foxy Brown, Switchblade Sisters)- legends. I loved their stories about 42nd Street and the frustrating demise of the movie going experience. I'll paraphrase some of my favorite ramblings.
"They used to have an usher walking up and down the rows with a baseball bat. Steel toed boots. My favorite was every once in awhile they'd spray air freshener over the audience- little Lysol can."
"It didn't help."
"There were cats running around in the theatre"
"To get the rats."
"RIGHT for the rats, and you'd hear a crinkle from them running into a popcorn bag and everybody would sit like this with their legs up."
Bill also mentioned how one guy would strategically released movies on "Mother's Day" after the first of every month because that's when mothers would get their welfare checks, hence, mother's day.
I think Joe Dante was saying that they'd turn up the heat in the theatre to sell more sodas, but you never wanted to drink anything through a triple-feature because you didn't want to have to piss- you couldn't make it through three movies, and then have to go into the bathroom downstairs where it was beyond seedy."
"The few that went down there would never come back"
"Or they'd return with smiles," Cohen cracked.
"It was a good thing it was dark, you really didn't want to see what was going on."
Bill was great to watch because he was having some major flashbacks and he got all excited about reminiscing, swapping stories with Dante on the ultra-cheap meals they'd get in the area "Steak slathered in this yellow liquid, it was supposed to be butter" and how one guy thought he had a great title for his movie, "The Molesters", until someone in the audience yelled out, "The Mole-sters!" so his friend immediately changed it.
Jack Hill is a fan of audience participation and said his favorite thing yelled at the screen is, "Kill 'Em!"
Bill went on about how audiences now are so withdrawn and uninvolved with the movie, like they're sitting in their living room texting. They shared a glint of hope discussing the midnight movie audiences, and Bill gave "The Room" sort of an unintentional plug,
"Have you seen this fucking movie? It's terrible, but it sells out!"
"They shouldn't start showing movies until midnight." Larry said, which got some applause.
Maybe it was just some old-timers complaining about prices and how everything back then was better, but I have to agree. The movie going experience is fading fast, and it's a fucking shame. Thank goodness for places like The New Beverly.
Director Larry Cohen (Hell Up In Harlem, The Stuff)
I used to hate this review that Quentin Tarantino gave the Arclight Hollywood theatre. For one I worked there, and I didn't think it was fair that he bitched about the fanciness and lack of a trashy atmosphere- it certainly didn't stop him from coming. Now I kind of get it. The experience is becoming expensive and sterile. As a filmmaker you'd want to hear the audience go nuts, but as a movie-goer I personally want people to shut the hell up. On the other hand, it means something else when audiences are actually invested in the movie. That excitement is contagious. There's something special about those crummy, worn out, sticky floor, weird 7-Eleven/piss smelling, squeaky seat theatres, where there's a 50-50 chance projectionists will screw up your viewing experience. As a kid, it's one of the coolest places in the world, and it's a crazy energy when those lights come down. Holy shit, I'm finally about to see this movie!
On the way out I saw director Mick Garris (The Stand) had stopped by to support the Trailers From Hell dvd. Nice guy.
I also saw Don Glut, the subject of the documentary, "I Was A Teenage Movie Maker" I have his dvd at home, it has something like 40 of his super 8 and 16mm shorts- he also does commentaries on every damn one of them! He was a huge monster/superhero nerd and made a ton of werewolf/Spiderman shorts with his childhood friends. Featuring lots of creaky but charming effects, and his movies got better and better as he got older obviously. He also tries some stop motion and gets away with some dangerous stuntwork. I probably should've talked to the guy, but he looked preoccupied.
Joe Turkel who played "Lloyd The Bartender" in The Shining. He was showing off a great photo on set where a mysterious ghost showed up- nobody could identify the face in the photo- creeped Kubrick out.
My favorite display, "Midnight Stroll"
This guy wrote a romantic comedy with Katherine Heigl!
Another Real Sex interview.
"Sure come on in! Coffee's hot, make yourself at home, there's some leftover Chinese in the fridge- we got Tivo if you wanna record something- sometimes I record Malcolm In The Middle- OH and we got an XBox! We got Wi- haha, get it? We-we? You ever watch Tosh? Me neither, but I heard it's funny."
"How do you keep it together monster? I hate dressing up for weddings, this stupid tie is choking me! I should be sitting on a rock looking at a moon and pinching a couple of wolfie nuggets- this aint' no place for a beast let me tell ya!"
"Aww great, who's this douchebag?"
"Hey everybody, just wanna say, we JUST...SOLD... OUR TENTH TWILIGHT YOGA WORKOUT VIDEO. I didn't think we could do it, but...well, it's a franchise! I liked it! The books were better, I agree."
Okay, got that out of my system...sorry about that.
Anyway, I'm sure I barely scraped the surface, but I had another blast. Really hope I get to experience a horror film festival this year, because I'm all pumped up to see some movies.
with herpes,
Marty
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Salivate (from a short story idea) 6/18/2003
I started using the title, "Salivate" quite awhile ago, I thought this was an interesting opening to one of those random things I've never finished.
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It was a moment of clarity for me. Watching my father destroy that plate of chocolate
dipped strawberries my mother had just finished arranging on the dining-room table. She
had turned off the living-room lights and moved a lamp near the food so it could cast a
dull, but warm glow over the dessert. I remember looking at the crystal dish with the
strawberries positioned side-by-side, forming a circle... and the chocolate sauce looping all
around the rose etchings in the design, weaving in and out. It reminded me of a trail that a
pair of ice-skaters might leave on a frozen lake.
She even sprayed the strawberries with water, giving them that fresh, mouth watering
shine.
It wasn't for the guests to eat, I realize that now. This was her masterpiece. Her life's
work.
Dad walked in and grabbed a strawberry, popped one in his mouth. He gave a sound of
approval and my mom let out a groan like she had been kicked in the stomach.
"What the hell is the matter with you," he asked, reaching for another.
"Those are for the guests," she whined.
He frowned and popped in another strawberry.
"What, I can't eat my own food now?"
Her hands were mashed against her face and the moaning grew louder.
"They're good," he added. "You should make these more."
"I'll never make it again."
He laughed with a mouthful.
"What are you talking about?"
Mom stepped forward and grabbed the plate off the table while Dad was still reaching for
more.
"What are you doing," he demanded.
"I'm throwing them out," she muttered and marched back to the kitchen.
"What are you nuts, bring them back- I thought you wanted to leave them out for
company."
"You ruined it." Her voice was small from the kitchen.
Something about that statement infuriated my father. He stormed into the kitchen and a
moment later there was a sharp sound, followed by a tinkle.
"See," he barked, "Now THAT'S RUINED- happy now? What do you have for a main
course, maybe I can ruin that too before anyone else can have a taste."
"You ruined it...you ruined it."
She just kept saying that. Even after he slapped her twice. I almost laughed when I heard
it. It was too funny. He was slapping her over strawberries. She was shattered from the
moment he laid a finger on that plate. Like he had just taken a crayon and drew a
smiley-face over her oil-painting.
"You ruined it...you ruined it," she babbled, even after he was gone. Standing alone in the
kitchen, staring down at the cold tiles that were now smeared with a mish-mash of
squished up strawberries and broken glass.
My mother was insane.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
A Day For Nerding Out
Every once in awhile I'll check out the upcoming celebrity events website, along with the New Beverly Theatre and Cinefamily because one, I love movies. Two, it's great to meet the directors and actors involved. So I stumbled onto the Hollywood show and saw the line up of 60 celebrities, and I probably knew about 6-7 well, and sort of knew about 30 others.
I'm not so much of an autograph guy, I usually get them for my friends, but I love taking pictures with my heroes if I get up the nerve to ask. It can be uncomfortable asking someone, especially if they look crazy intimidating, but I guess at most of these conventions you gotta pay anyway. I've only been to a few at the Staples Center, and this would be my first in Burbank.
The main draw for me was Pam Grier (Coffy!), Fred "The Hammer" Williamson (Black Caesar!), and Richard Roundtree (Shaft!). Holy crap, soul cinema's kings and queen! I immediately went through netflix and watched some more movies with them, so I could find something fun to talk about when I got to meet them. I also found some other celebrities I didn't know much about and did some research on them too. I mean it's kind of cool to know who's going to be around- I read up on Adrian Booth aka Lorna Gray. I learned about all the serials she did, she had great comedic timing, actually holding her own with the Three Stooges and another hero, Buster Keaton. I've seen a lot of actresses just sort of going along for the ride in these types of comedy shorts, but she fit right into the lunacy- I was impressed. I saw she also worked with Robert Blake when he was just little Bobby Blake- and I knew it was going to be interesting to see Robert given his reputation.
So anyway, I was debating whether to go, but ultimately, I wanted to get my brother a cool birthday present, and meet my trio of heroes. Deep down I know I'd spend a lot of money, but I haven't spoiled myself in awhile- screw it!
I took the bus up to Burbank and recognized a big dude in a baseball cap and his notebook. He's an autograph collector that I loathe- he's the first taste I got of douchebag in Hollywood when I first moved out 11 years ago. Rude to celebrities, bragging to other hounds about the signatures he has- every time there's a premiere going on, he's likely to be there. Because like douchebag papparazzi, that's how he makes his living. Probably knocks on celebrities doors, lives with his parents, takes a shower once a week. Yes, I hate this guy. Luckily, that was the last time I saw him, so I guess he was obnoxious at some other event.
I paid my entry fee and wandered around to get a feel of the layout. It's always amazing to see that you can just walk up to these people and start talking to them- I still can't get over it. There were huge lines for Angie Dickenson and Pam Grier all ready. I saw actors from my childhood, cast members of Growing Pains and The Facts of Life. I've never seen the "Dark Shadows" series, but it seems to have a big following too. The actress who has that chilling first death scene in, "Jaws" Rock guitarist Lita Ford, selling a classic 80's poster of herself with her ass on display, haha. Later in the day Ron Jeremy showed up to swap stories with her.
The guy at the front desk told me that Robert Blake was in some private room, which added an air of mystery to the place, and I figured it was for security reasons. About ten minutes into my visit someone announced on the PA that Robert Blake would be leaving and that everyone had to get in line now to see him. Haha, so that triggered a rush of people because the guy had only been there for a half an hour, but I got in line and waited my turn. I listened to some hardcore collectors behind me bicker about him, and how unfair it is that they would have to wait in line when he could leave at any moment, and trying to stop the stressed out staff for information- uggh. Why can't these idiots just relax and be thankful that they get to meet anyone- let alone girls. Everyone is so amped up over stupid shit.
Anyway, we got into the room and it was friggen weird. I brought my Lost Highway dvd for Robert to sign, because it's still one of the creepiest scenes I've ever seen in a movie- I love it, and I swear meeting him had a similar vibe. Like walking in a church and it's eerily quiet, and you know there's something watching you. A long table with a ton of pictures to choose from- from his early child acting roles to his Baretta stuff. Robert looking cross at his little table- a little tension for sure.
He didn't say a word to anybody when I was in there and he didn't acknowledge my thank yous, but whatever- I have this amazing picture with crazy intensity coming from a legendary actor, and it was a memorable moment.
I brought my stupid cat puppet (A.J.) with me, because it's sort of funny to get pictures with him at the events, and makes me forget how awkward I am. I must come off especially creepy when I ask people to pose with the puppet, but whatever, it's for my amusement. Oh man I wish I had the balls to take the puppet out when I got a picture with Robert Blake- that would've been hilarious, but I'm afraid he would've ripped its head off, followed by a scream of profanity. Just the contrast between the cat's expression and Robert Blake would've made it candidate for most absurd moment of the year.
I don't want anyone to think I'm mocking the talent with this cat, I really love meeting these people, but I think the cat makes things better. This isn't like The Beaver thing with Mel Gibson where I'm trying to be a better man, I promise.
So after that I got the courage to go up to Fred Williamson, "The Hammer" and he started recommending some of his pictures. I'm still kicking myself for not getting the one where he was posing with a Black Cobra beverage- my brother would've loved that. He was totally cool, I asked him about his awesome climactic fight in, "Bucktown" and how his attitude towards filmmaking was really inspiring. I got him to sign a few things and took a picture with him. Like the title of his movie, "One Down, Two to Go" and I was off to the next "blaxploitation" star. On a side note, Fred always says he hates the blaxploitation label because "who's being exploited, we were all getting paid!" Good point. He also says the original "Inglorious Bastards" is a better film. "Netflix instant watch!" he said. I will.
Richard Roundtree was totally friendly too, but I couldn't think of anything to say to him. I apolgised when I stared at the selection of pictures too long, "Sorry, I'm just on sensory overload from this whole event" and Richard and his assistant laughed. I got a photo signed and a picture with him too.
I forked down the money for a special picture with Pam Grier because- why not. She's one of the most beautiful women in the world and when am I ever going to meet her again. I started scheming how we could take a silly picture with A.J., because smile poses are boring. Like she could be totally enamored with the cat and I could be rolling my eyes. Of course when the time to take the picture came, I locked eyes with Pam Grier and totally fumbled the ball. Took a standard picture where I look like a doofus with my backwards cap, while Pam and A.J. look royal.
I felt like a little boy when Pam grabbed my hands and said, "Thank you soo much for bringing your cat." I was on cloud nine though- she still looks amazing. (sings) "Coffy is the co-lor...of-her-skin."
Later I circled the place about half a dozen times, not knowing what to do next. I got some air outside and scarfed down a PB and J. An older fanboy sat next to me, moaning about his back hurting and then smoking a cigarette. He was friendly, we chatted a bit and he sort of name dropped and elaborated on his future plans. He flew out from Florida- pretty hardcore.
It was disappointing to see the dealers didn't have any movies to sell of the guests involved. That seems like a no-brainer, and very few actors were selling their own dvds- just pictures. I wish I had got to Ameoba last night so I could get Pam Grier and Fred to sign, "Bucktown" that would've been a sweet present. I really just wanted to talk to the Hammer, because I didn't really come for anyone else, but conversation was feeble. He actually cut it off when we were just standing around awkwardly, haha- that was an act of mercy on his part.
I had A.J. pose with Loni Anderson, just because the idea alone struck me funny. Plus my parents would get a kick out of it. Her assistant was flabbergasted like, "You don't want to be in the picture?" and I told her the cat was more photogenic. Then Loni was like, "So you puppeteer?" and told me she used to do that when she was young. I don't know Loni much from tv, but I gotta say, she looks pretty damn good for her age. That goes for Angie Dickenson too.
Michael Madsen looked intimidating. Especially because every time he posed for a picture, he looked like he didn't want to be there. Still, he was laughing a lot with his assistant and I loved his wacky aloha shirt. He came back after lunch break with a different shirt- still badass, but not as goofy. I looked over his stuff and chimed in when they were talking about Robert Blake. Madsen was bummed because he didn't get to see him. I noticed he added a couple of things to the table- some BBQ sauce and Hot Sauce with A Michael Madsen label on it. He's on the label riding a motorcycle, sunglasses, it's called something like, "Michael Madsen's Bad Ass Hot Sauce" or something- I'll put pictures up later. He said he was only selling by the case, it would take a couple weeks to deliver, and that he was still trying to get distribution. He let me know it wasn't a joke, that he was serious about it, and I told him I'd like to buy a couple bottles to try it out.
I don't think he was expecting to sell any individually this way, because he was really surprised and grateful to me, and took this picture with a huge grin on his face.
Then he gave my arm a squeeze after and said, "Thanks a lot man, I appreciate that" and I said, "Of course! I wanna try it." I think the label IS hilarious, but it's also a good way to market himself.
Took another picture with Pam Grier later, and she started meowing, puppeteering the cat. She signed a picture with "Happy Birthday" to my brother and a "Coffy" dvd for another friend.
This guy Ken who played a Ninja Turtle saw me looking at his table and told me to come over, "Feel free to go through this album, bunch of production photos from the movie- ask me anything you want!" Plus his gorgeous assistant was demonstarting high kicks, so it was hard not wander over. At this time of the day I was feeling sort of loopy and tired- he took notice of that, and gave me a bottle of water. Very generous. I hadn't much to drink all day, so that got me back on track. I told him about my roommate's favorite line from a ninja turtle movie, and it actually involves HIS character, Rafael, so he signed a funny/cool headshot with the quote, along with "Cowabunga Dude!" haha. Then I took a couple of ridiculous photos with him and he handed me his sai saying, "That's the actual one I used in the movie!" and he laughed his ass off when he saw the puppet. Very down-to-earth/goofy guy- my type of celebrity.
I haven't seen Angie Dickenson in any movies, but I've been wanting to see Big Bad Mama, and considering her cult status I will be checking out her work very soon. So I took a picture with her anyway. She is definitely darling.
That was fun, some day I'll have a nerdy friend to share the experience with me, but for now it's just a charasmatic cat and myself. I was a little disappointed to find out Adrian Booth was to appear on Sunday- did anyone take a picture with her? It would've been great to hear some of her stories working with comedy legends.
Oh, and here's the picture we took with Pam Grier.
I'm not so much of an autograph guy, I usually get them for my friends, but I love taking pictures with my heroes if I get up the nerve to ask. It can be uncomfortable asking someone, especially if they look crazy intimidating, but I guess at most of these conventions you gotta pay anyway. I've only been to a few at the Staples Center, and this would be my first in Burbank.
The main draw for me was Pam Grier (Coffy!), Fred "The Hammer" Williamson (Black Caesar!), and Richard Roundtree (Shaft!). Holy crap, soul cinema's kings and queen! I immediately went through netflix and watched some more movies with them, so I could find something fun to talk about when I got to meet them. I also found some other celebrities I didn't know much about and did some research on them too. I mean it's kind of cool to know who's going to be around- I read up on Adrian Booth aka Lorna Gray. I learned about all the serials she did, she had great comedic timing, actually holding her own with the Three Stooges and another hero, Buster Keaton. I've seen a lot of actresses just sort of going along for the ride in these types of comedy shorts, but she fit right into the lunacy- I was impressed. I saw she also worked with Robert Blake when he was just little Bobby Blake- and I knew it was going to be interesting to see Robert given his reputation.
So anyway, I was debating whether to go, but ultimately, I wanted to get my brother a cool birthday present, and meet my trio of heroes. Deep down I know I'd spend a lot of money, but I haven't spoiled myself in awhile- screw it!
I took the bus up to Burbank and recognized a big dude in a baseball cap and his notebook. He's an autograph collector that I loathe- he's the first taste I got of douchebag in Hollywood when I first moved out 11 years ago. Rude to celebrities, bragging to other hounds about the signatures he has- every time there's a premiere going on, he's likely to be there. Because like douchebag papparazzi, that's how he makes his living. Probably knocks on celebrities doors, lives with his parents, takes a shower once a week. Yes, I hate this guy. Luckily, that was the last time I saw him, so I guess he was obnoxious at some other event.
I paid my entry fee and wandered around to get a feel of the layout. It's always amazing to see that you can just walk up to these people and start talking to them- I still can't get over it. There were huge lines for Angie Dickenson and Pam Grier all ready. I saw actors from my childhood, cast members of Growing Pains and The Facts of Life. I've never seen the "Dark Shadows" series, but it seems to have a big following too. The actress who has that chilling first death scene in, "Jaws" Rock guitarist Lita Ford, selling a classic 80's poster of herself with her ass on display, haha. Later in the day Ron Jeremy showed up to swap stories with her.
The guy at the front desk told me that Robert Blake was in some private room, which added an air of mystery to the place, and I figured it was for security reasons. About ten minutes into my visit someone announced on the PA that Robert Blake would be leaving and that everyone had to get in line now to see him. Haha, so that triggered a rush of people because the guy had only been there for a half an hour, but I got in line and waited my turn. I listened to some hardcore collectors behind me bicker about him, and how unfair it is that they would have to wait in line when he could leave at any moment, and trying to stop the stressed out staff for information- uggh. Why can't these idiots just relax and be thankful that they get to meet anyone- let alone girls. Everyone is so amped up over stupid shit.
Anyway, we got into the room and it was friggen weird. I brought my Lost Highway dvd for Robert to sign, because it's still one of the creepiest scenes I've ever seen in a movie- I love it, and I swear meeting him had a similar vibe. Like walking in a church and it's eerily quiet, and you know there's something watching you. A long table with a ton of pictures to choose from- from his early child acting roles to his Baretta stuff. Robert looking cross at his little table- a little tension for sure.
He didn't say a word to anybody when I was in there and he didn't acknowledge my thank yous, but whatever- I have this amazing picture with crazy intensity coming from a legendary actor, and it was a memorable moment.
I brought my stupid cat puppet (A.J.) with me, because it's sort of funny to get pictures with him at the events, and makes me forget how awkward I am. I must come off especially creepy when I ask people to pose with the puppet, but whatever, it's for my amusement. Oh man I wish I had the balls to take the puppet out when I got a picture with Robert Blake- that would've been hilarious, but I'm afraid he would've ripped its head off, followed by a scream of profanity. Just the contrast between the cat's expression and Robert Blake would've made it candidate for most absurd moment of the year.
I don't want anyone to think I'm mocking the talent with this cat, I really love meeting these people, but I think the cat makes things better. This isn't like The Beaver thing with Mel Gibson where I'm trying to be a better man, I promise.
So after that I got the courage to go up to Fred Williamson, "The Hammer" and he started recommending some of his pictures. I'm still kicking myself for not getting the one where he was posing with a Black Cobra beverage- my brother would've loved that. He was totally cool, I asked him about his awesome climactic fight in, "Bucktown" and how his attitude towards filmmaking was really inspiring. I got him to sign a few things and took a picture with him. Like the title of his movie, "One Down, Two to Go" and I was off to the next "blaxploitation" star. On a side note, Fred always says he hates the blaxploitation label because "who's being exploited, we were all getting paid!" Good point. He also says the original "Inglorious Bastards" is a better film. "Netflix instant watch!" he said. I will.
Richard Roundtree was totally friendly too, but I couldn't think of anything to say to him. I apolgised when I stared at the selection of pictures too long, "Sorry, I'm just on sensory overload from this whole event" and Richard and his assistant laughed. I got a photo signed and a picture with him too.
I forked down the money for a special picture with Pam Grier because- why not. She's one of the most beautiful women in the world and when am I ever going to meet her again. I started scheming how we could take a silly picture with A.J., because smile poses are boring. Like she could be totally enamored with the cat and I could be rolling my eyes. Of course when the time to take the picture came, I locked eyes with Pam Grier and totally fumbled the ball. Took a standard picture where I look like a doofus with my backwards cap, while Pam and A.J. look royal.
I felt like a little boy when Pam grabbed my hands and said, "Thank you soo much for bringing your cat." I was on cloud nine though- she still looks amazing. (sings) "Coffy is the co-lor...of-her-skin."
Later I circled the place about half a dozen times, not knowing what to do next. I got some air outside and scarfed down a PB and J. An older fanboy sat next to me, moaning about his back hurting and then smoking a cigarette. He was friendly, we chatted a bit and he sort of name dropped and elaborated on his future plans. He flew out from Florida- pretty hardcore.
It was disappointing to see the dealers didn't have any movies to sell of the guests involved. That seems like a no-brainer, and very few actors were selling their own dvds- just pictures. I wish I had got to Ameoba last night so I could get Pam Grier and Fred to sign, "Bucktown" that would've been a sweet present. I really just wanted to talk to the Hammer, because I didn't really come for anyone else, but conversation was feeble. He actually cut it off when we were just standing around awkwardly, haha- that was an act of mercy on his part.
I had A.J. pose with Loni Anderson, just because the idea alone struck me funny. Plus my parents would get a kick out of it. Her assistant was flabbergasted like, "You don't want to be in the picture?" and I told her the cat was more photogenic. Then Loni was like, "So you puppeteer?" and told me she used to do that when she was young. I don't know Loni much from tv, but I gotta say, she looks pretty damn good for her age. That goes for Angie Dickenson too.
Michael Madsen looked intimidating. Especially because every time he posed for a picture, he looked like he didn't want to be there. Still, he was laughing a lot with his assistant and I loved his wacky aloha shirt. He came back after lunch break with a different shirt- still badass, but not as goofy. I looked over his stuff and chimed in when they were talking about Robert Blake. Madsen was bummed because he didn't get to see him. I noticed he added a couple of things to the table- some BBQ sauce and Hot Sauce with A Michael Madsen label on it. He's on the label riding a motorcycle, sunglasses, it's called something like, "Michael Madsen's Bad Ass Hot Sauce" or something- I'll put pictures up later. He said he was only selling by the case, it would take a couple weeks to deliver, and that he was still trying to get distribution. He let me know it wasn't a joke, that he was serious about it, and I told him I'd like to buy a couple bottles to try it out.
I don't think he was expecting to sell any individually this way, because he was really surprised and grateful to me, and took this picture with a huge grin on his face.
Then he gave my arm a squeeze after and said, "Thanks a lot man, I appreciate that" and I said, "Of course! I wanna try it." I think the label IS hilarious, but it's also a good way to market himself.
Took another picture with Pam Grier later, and she started meowing, puppeteering the cat. She signed a picture with "Happy Birthday" to my brother and a "Coffy" dvd for another friend.
This guy Ken who played a Ninja Turtle saw me looking at his table and told me to come over, "Feel free to go through this album, bunch of production photos from the movie- ask me anything you want!" Plus his gorgeous assistant was demonstarting high kicks, so it was hard not wander over. At this time of the day I was feeling sort of loopy and tired- he took notice of that, and gave me a bottle of water. Very generous. I hadn't much to drink all day, so that got me back on track. I told him about my roommate's favorite line from a ninja turtle movie, and it actually involves HIS character, Rafael, so he signed a funny/cool headshot with the quote, along with "Cowabunga Dude!" haha. Then I took a couple of ridiculous photos with him and he handed me his sai saying, "That's the actual one I used in the movie!" and he laughed his ass off when he saw the puppet. Very down-to-earth/goofy guy- my type of celebrity.
I haven't seen Angie Dickenson in any movies, but I've been wanting to see Big Bad Mama, and considering her cult status I will be checking out her work very soon. So I took a picture with her anyway. She is definitely darling.
That was fun, some day I'll have a nerdy friend to share the experience with me, but for now it's just a charasmatic cat and myself. I was a little disappointed to find out Adrian Booth was to appear on Sunday- did anyone take a picture with her? It would've been great to hear some of her stories working with comedy legends.
Oh, and here's the picture we took with Pam Grier.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Martolland Dr: A David Lynch Experience (2008)
MARTOLLAND DR: A David Lynch Experience (2008)
Okay, so you had a dream about this place...tell me.
Of all people, I’m scared to tell you. You were standing right over there, by that counter.
You mean THIS counter?
I’m so scared because I know how not scared you are and that makes me even less scared than I was in my dream, which was pretty scary...
There was a homeless man, taking a dump behind that wall...he was making a face...and I never want to see that face again.
I have to see this man and see he’s not really there. It’s the only way I can get rid of this awful feeling.
......
HERPES!!!
OH LAW-DY!!!
merrger....bahbo shatmyself.
THE END
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