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Although the private
festival gatherings that were held for us were, well, private, it was still
mayhem. As for walking around in general, it was real fun! But, just a warning,
you walk away from friends for one second, you’ll lose them in the crowd and find
yourself looking for what seems like hours! (See part one here)
Did you know that if you order a Chicken Taco Salad in
Louisville, you will get corrected, no joke! And the waiter will say "You
mean, Taco Chicken Salad?" This happened to B. Stacy. As he was being
corrected, I couldn't help but hear in the background, a very familiar song.
"Genius of Love" by The Tom Tom Club.... Dear God, the song is
following me. I believe Brony had something to do with this!
Anyway, don't make snarky, and what you think are funny
remarks: a) If you ask for a Diet Coke, but they only have Diet Pepsi. Yes,
there is a difference; B) when super nice female workers at the Galt House
Hotel are flirting shamelessly to handsome actor, Brandon Stacy, and when they
ask what type of a guy is he. Learn from me. Don't "joke" and laugh
out loud and say "Awwww he's just an old bag of potato chips.” You will
hear crickets. Woman wanting to kick your ass. And a glaring Brandon Stacy (Love
you B. Stacy!).
Leigh Scott and Eliza Swenson are busy peeps. Friday night
was our PENNY DREADFUL PICTURE SHOW sneak peek, and day two was the showing of
Leigh's WITCHES OF OZ. While we were all making our rounds, I was introduced to
filmmaker Paul Morrell. He had a successful weekend at Fright Fest for his movie
HUFF, starring Charlie O'Connell and Clint Howard. New friend; very kind, very
talented. He won the "practical special FX" Award. Well deserved!
As I am chatting it up with Paul, I noticed, BRONY is
heading my way, again. My eyes widen, speechless. Then, my eyes slowly travel
to his shirt. Today, he was wearing a BERPY shirt. Yes, Berpy is a Pony! And
underneath the Pony, it says "Berpy is best Pony" I got pictures!
He approaches me in yet, another serious tone—it was out of
a Charles Dickens novel—and says “Alexis.”
I said “Brony.”
He says “I looked you and your movies up. You have quite a
film selection. Very impressive.”
I said, “Well, thank you Brony".
He adds, now his voice going from stern/ professional, to
somewhat more of an excited boyish tone, but still holding it together, "Um,
so, are you really the Goblin in WORLD OF WARCRAFT: CATACLYSM"?
“Yes, I am,” I smiled.
“That is sooo cool!!!”
And then I witnessed it! He got so excited, I actually saw
Ponies sparkling in his eyes. Hey, people saw Jesus walk on water. I saw Brony
with Ponies in his eyes! I did! It has nothing to do with that Tequila shot! I
I needed a break from all the excitement and fun
festivities, so I decided to escape for
five minutes. That is, until I hear in the crowd the same Gomer Pyle voice
"I guess that invisibility cloak is still not working. I still see you.” In
slow motion , I turn around, and there
she was again! I laughed and smiled, I said “Hi there,” kept walking, as I hear
her laugh trailing off.
My only escape, just for two minutes: the woman's bathroom stall. Or, so I thought.
Silence in the stall until I hear gaggle of girls walking in the women's room.
I look down, and in the other stall, I saw it! Not big Foot! I saw, Zombie foot!
No escape. They are everywhere!
Hollywood stars gets sparkles, red carpets and TomKat. I get
a female Gomer Pyle, bathroom stalls... and, Berpy!
I’m sitting at the breakfast table at The Holiday Inn, back
in September 2011, on location for THE PENNY DREADFUL PICTURE SHOW’s “The
Slaughter House.” I noticed a man wearing a "lefty" shirt. This man
was to himself, eating. I was the weirdo trying to read his back while I was
trying to eat my cereal. (And you wonder why I am single?) Anyway, the shirt had
a list of famous people who are lefties, and since I am a lefty, this was a
remarkable shirt and discovery for me. He noticed me being weird. I smiled
pretending I was looking at something else. Then I calmly said in a very
childish tone “I'm a lefty!”
This man looked at me and said, “Me too!” We both exchanged
smiles. And then went about our business. Minutes later, Brandon Stacy sits
next to me and starts to eat his breakfast. He said, “Sid Haig came in last
night. I got to see him” Let's stop right there for a minute. I'm not going to
lie. In the past year, the horror genre fell into my lap. So, when I heard I
would be working with Sid Haig, aka Captain Spaulding, I thought it was Captain
Bly's brother. That was, until I realized, THE DEVIL’S REJECTS. Well, just as
Brandon said that, he looks to the right of him and says “Oh shit! There he is!”
I asked, “Where?”
Brandon pointed to
the man wearing the lefty shirt. It was Sid Haig. Sid and I would eat breakfast
almost every morning for the duration of the shoot. He told me stories.
Wonderful Hollywood stories. He spoke. I listened.
Sid Haig. You can't miss him. He is this tall man of 6'4. He
is, from head to toe, full of pure graciousness, kindness, and really listens
to what you have to say.
Some people may have celebrated there last night at the
Festival; drinking, partying, watching horror movies, or figuring out what room
Norman Reedus was staying in. But we (Leigh Scott, Eliza Swenson, Noel Thurman
and Brandon Stacy) sat with Sid Haig drinking beers inside the glass archway at
The Galt House Hotel, witnessing the miraculous Derecho Storm go right over us.
It took three days for the storm to get to Louisville. The storm made everyone
calm. We all sat privately with Sid. After two hours of pure relaxation and
enjoyment, Sid, myself and the gang went to a local pizza joint around the
corner. Only a few people in the joint. We all sat in the back, ordered a
pitcher of beer, and pizza pies. And like the good ole days at The Holiday Inn.
Sid spoke. And we listened.
Sid and his fans. While we were eating out pizza pies, a guy
walks up to the table, nervous and red faced, mumbled his words a bit, and
turned to Sid. I witnessed a little boy being introduced to Mickey Mouse for
the very first time. Then, a few more people walked in, and asked for his
picture/autographs. Sid signed and smiled. It was so much fun to watch. The
fans left, and we downed our beers.
We decided to all walk back to our hotel. The Louisville
Streets were still damp from the storm, but the sky was clear, and the city was
sparkling. There was a beautiful silence while we were walking the streets. We
said our goodbyes to Sid. I gave Sid a big hug, and sadness came over me. I
know I will be seeing him again in the near future, but I knew I was going to
miss him. I went back to my hotel room, and packed.
Festival is over, and I am at the airport, which I must say is
spotless. I am sitting calmly and peacefully at the gate, playing Word Whomp on
my Blackberry, until I hear an announcement on the loudspeaker.
“Daniel Slaughter, Daniel Slaughter, please come to Gate.” I
quickly looked up and just started laughing. And although Fright Fest is over
and done with, for now, I laughed because ya can take the girl out of the
slaughter, but ya can't take the slaughter… I boarded the plane, and was back
in New York in an hour and a half.
If you were to ask me to explain a quick overall synopsis of
my experience at Fright Fest. I think Noel Thurman said it best on Facebook:
"Many highlights, seeing old friends, meeting new ones,
& of course, my Looneyville team, Leigh Scott, Eliza Swenson, Al Snow,
Alexis Iacono and Brandon Stacy. So, what can I, appropriately indulge, is
that, the films were a success, had great times, with great friends, dinner
with Sid Haig was hysterical, and, photo bombing Bruce Campbell, was
Well said, my friend. Well said.
I hope you all enjoyed the adventure in The Eyes of Alexis
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