Yeah. That's a random number, as such memorable moments of sheer embarrassment are infinite.
To this day, as a 42 year old man, I still carry around the guilt or red-face-inducing flubs of so many things from my many years -- that it's become something of a neurotic obsession.
Something random and seemingly unrelated will whisper in my ear, "remember that over-the-top embarrassing moment when..."
Some things have fallen into the category of a goofy memory -- no longer inspiring unrest or discomfort, while others still have the mighty power to make me feel bad right then and there -- years -- even decades after the original event. What a thing is the human brain?
Well one which has been on my mind -- only because I intended to write about it some time ago -- is about to come to light. It's one of the now-goofy ones which makes for a fun anecdote, not something which requires an immediate trip to my therapist.
One of my summer jobs back home -- during my college years (and I actually worked this job right after graduation for a few months -- before I moved to Minneapolis) was as a hotel housekeeper, for a hotel called The White House Inn. It was a good gig, with good people in the higher-up positions. And if there weren't many rooms, you could be done w/ your work day in a flash (they paid by room, of course -- not by the hour -- thus the faster you worked, the faster you went home). I think it was the summer between my junior and senior years at college -- since my mountain bike played a large role in this story.
My younger brother and I went biking quite often in the rocky and sometimes steep terrain of Lead (that's in the Black Hills of South Dakota -- where I grew up). And this summer was a good one (and if I recall, the summer I fully came out -- even beyond my initial "bi-sexual" label). But I digress.
Anyway, it was an average day. I rode my bike to work and was assigned my rooms. It could be a nasty job, but I'll save some of those truly disgusting encounters for another time.
I went into one of my rooms and found a note from the folks who had obviously just checked out. I don't recall the exact wording on the note, but it was something along the lines of,
"Someone left some filthy magazines in the nightstand drawer".
Well -- and here's where you'll want to stop reading -- if in fact you hold me in high regard as some sort of innocent, God-fearing creature --
Being someone who enjoys pornography, I was naturally intrigued.
I quickly opened the drawer to find two straight, hard-core porno magazines. If I recall, one was a "Cheri" magazine (was that a thing?) and I don't remember what the other one was.
Now, being in a small town, I wasn't big on going out to buy magazines at our local convenience store (and they wouldn't have the gay ones I would prefer anyway). And I had a limited collection from my 3 years in college. So some new spank-material was not a bad thing. Luckily, some of the hard-core straight mags have ample male exposure and actual climax shots. This was long before the internet, folks, so this was some high quality material.
So I decided right then and there that I needed to find a way to smuggle this contraband from the hotel room and to my home -- following my day's work and on my bicycle no less. I didn't carry a backpack or anything, so this was going to be a challenge.
First thing I did toss the note of course.
I then wrapped the magazines in several layers of trash bags. They were clear, so this was ultimately pointless. But I put them under a stack of towels in my cart.
As the day went on and I continued to clean pubes from the tubs and scrub the toilets, my mind was only on how best to make my end of the day exodus with these all-important magazines.
Luck! I found a stack of magazines in the laundry room -- People, Us and other like-minded publications, left over by other hotel guests. I asked the boss if I could take those home. The answer was, "of course!"
Success! So I loaded them up with the contraband and wrapped them in several layers of more garbage bags.
And most of you will know how awfully flimsy those hotel room trash-bags truly are -- so this was an uneasy effort to begin with.
The day ended and I mounted my bike, with this probably 8 magazine-high stack in these piss-poor garbage bags. I balanced them all for a good while, but when I crossed the street while riding my bike, I came up on the curb. There was no gradual slant to accommodate potential wheelchair-ridden citizens, so I tried to wheely my bike up over the curb, while still balancing my valuable parcel.
I didn't clear the curb, and smashed my front tire (bending the rim) into the cement.
Naturally, the already-delicate package flew from my hand (obviously I was steering with only one hand). Upon landing on the sidewalk, the bags tore and split open (of course) and that stack of magazines -- including the deeply hidden gems I so desperately wanted to get home -- slid out in a pattern which can only be described as a perfectly fanned-out giant-sized deck of cards.
Luckily, it wasn't a heavily-traveled walkway, so I quickly snatched up the stack, but was now left with torn bags. I don't recall how I managed to re-wrap them, but the bike tire was still sound enough to continue the ride home (a week later, while out on a ride, my tire went flat -- no doubt punishment for my sinful urges).
At any rate, I got my new magazines home and I'm sure I enjoyed them. The People magazines, of course. Ahem.
For years, my face would redden at the random remembrance of this caper. Today, at my ripe old age, I'm finally able to let something like this go and simply laugh about it.
Looking back -- with who I am and the sometimes confidence I now have -- if I was who I am now, I would simply have told my boss, "Hey, I found these porno mags in one of the rooms. Okay if I take them home? Do you have a bag I could use?"
With age comes indifference to those around you, I guess. Judge me. I don't care (except when I do).
The bottom line is that I can finally let things like this roll off of me. I don't have the time or energy to lend to these potentially guilt-laden memories.
I guess I should write about all of the rest of these embarrassing moments -- in an effort to vanquish them forever -- but I don't have enough life to live to accomplish such a feat. Besides, I've no doubt got so many more to experience in the second half of my life.
I've won this battle, but I doubt I'll ever win the war.
an ongoing description of my life, loves, thoughts, fears, work and lustings.
Saturday, May 06, 2017
Yeah. That's a random number, as such memorable moments of sheer embarrassment are infinite.
Friday, January 06, 2017
Posted by klugula at 1/06/2017 08:55:00 PM
Sunday, May 22, 2016
But flash forward to February of this year, and a chance to do two live shows on stage at a regional theatre in TN, and I was suddenly back in. It felt good. It felt right. It was meant to be. It was as if no time had passed. And frankly, with no bothersome day job to keep me away, why not take another look at my history in acting? The itch, no matter how small, was still very much in the back of my head -- it always had been.
Let it be known that I don't intend to pick up where I left off and pursue acting as a full time gig. I've got far too much on my plate with screenwriting and working for the good folks of Horror Freak News -- doing horror film reviews, covering festivals and popping out fun feature articles. Not to mention my own neuroses and self-doubts -- I'm not ready to get back on that acting/auditioning horse completely.
But over the past year and a half, I've met lots of talented filmmakers (mostly horror) through that horror gig, and that fact, combined with the rumblings to return to my acting roots -- well, I want to reach out to all of these new friends (in some cases I already have) and let them know that I would like to audition/read/work for them in this acting capacity.
Thing is... my assumption is that 95% of them have no idea that my history and training is in the theatre. My BA is in theatre arts -- both acting and directing. There's no reason they would see me as anything other than a journalist (still sounds funny to say that, but I guess after this much time, that label applies) or a screenwriter (which I talk about endlessly).
But you know what? I'm still an actor too. And I don't expect to be handed roles (although that would be nice and I wouldn't say no), but I'd love for these gifted directors and writers and producers to think of me when they have a role that needs filling, and for which I might be a good fit.
So I'm putting it out into the universe (not solely relying on the kindness of friends -- as I've already signed up w/ a casting site and submitted myself) and to my filmmaker friends -- look at me as more than a film reviewer or a writer. I've got a long history in the acting arts. I'm frankly pretty good. So look beyond what you think you know of me or what you believe to be my artistic ambitions/limitations, and give me a shot outside of that preconceived box.
I won't let you down, and I'll get to do (even if it's on the side) something that's never really left me, only been put on the back burner for a decade or more.
I've got an updated resume and some brand new headshots. Take a gander, and let's talk. I'm for reals here.
Posted by klugula at 5/22/2016 11:34:00 AM
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Unbelievable. I was 31 when last I tread beneath the proscenium arch (thank you Llewellyn Sinclair) and looked up into a spotlight... then down into the faces of a live audience.
It's been 10 years since I was last on stage. But as one of my beloved cast-mates pointed out last night -- as we celebrated post-opening show for the World Premiere of The Magnificent Ambersons at the 33-years strong Roxy Regional Theatre in Clarksville TN (yes, made famous by The Monkees song, "Last Train to Clarksville") -- "It's not 10 years anymore."
Indeed, the clock has been reset, and I've made my way back to my roots -- first established with a touring children's theatre out of Missoula -- some 30+ years ago. The past many years have seen a marked shift in priorities and interests. Screenwriting has taken over my free time, and now that I have no day job to interfere with my creative ventures -- the rest of my time as well.
So when my dearest college chum and fellow LA resident Maggie called me one morning -- oh, a little over a month ago, saying, "I have a proposition for you", there was nothing to stop me from taking a step into an almost-distant past. Frankly, acting still held interest, but I never felt as though I'd ever again pursue it. If something were to fall into my lap (as it did here), then by all means, I'd jump on it.
I've been telling numerous filmmaker friends back in LA that I want to read for them and be cast in their films. I want to do it, but I don't have time to make it "my thing". Hopefully these requests will not go unanswered. 'Cause, you know what? I'm a good actor. It pains me to say that or to actually acknowledge my strengths -- for fear of sounding pompous or self-important. But facts are facts, and despite my ever-sagging and ever-present feelings of pitifully low self-worth, there are moments when I can actually bask in the idea that I am good at something. Such as right now.
And with that, I'll return you to my regularly scheduled program of crippling uncertainty and debilitating self-doubt.
But here I am, in what is virtually a return to college-form -- sharing a townhouse in a small community north of Nashville -- with 8 other people (including my beloved Maggie) and rehearsing the hell out of two shows (the other being a trimmed production of Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew).
Where am I? What am I doing?
To put this in perspective: The last show I did was with the good folks of The Griffin Theatre -- in CHICAGO. You're saying, "But Michael, you haven't lived in The Windy City since 2008!" Precisely. And the Griffin production of Sleeping Ugly: The Musical was in the summer of 2006. And therein lies the 10 year lapse.
But as I marvel at this strange return to acting, I'm struck my many things.
I'm so much older. My body feels it. My mind feels it. But most of all, overused and cliche phrases such as, "It's like riding a bicycle" have wormed their way into my consciousness. But it's the absolute truth.
As nervous as I was -- especially considering that my 10 year-absence would find me returning with Shakespeare, for Godssake -- it's as if no time has passed. I remembered all of my old tricks for memorizing lines, for remembering entrances, for warming up, for clearing my mind, for building cheat sheets, for reacting but not drawing focus. It all came back with ease, and now -- with no fanfare -- I'm an actor again. It's absolutely surreal.
And for the past many weeks since the gig was thrown at me, I've had the phrase from this entry's title (from the musical version of Sunset Boulevard) swimming around in my head, "I don't know why I'm frightened. I know my way around here." It so perfectly captures this little side-line (will it be more?) in my current lifestyle. And of course, the timing of all this hasn't gone unnoticed. No day job. No obligations. And serious thoughts of looking for some acting projects. Why, in my "To Do List Extravaganza (my fun form of New Year's Resolutions), entry #17 of 20 read like this:
17) Begin the flirtations with taking a possible look at sometime in the next year -- maybe thinking about kind of pursuing some acting scenarios again... how that goes, remains to be seen.
The people have been remarkable, the connections have been made and the friendships have been formed. But most of all, the ever-present strolls down the memory lanes of the theatre have been replaced by breath-taking sprints to my next entrance stage right -- IN THE HERE AND NOW.
I know I'm a sentimental old fool, and I realize how mental this all is. But I'm at an age where apologizing profusely for my own real (and perceived) shortcomings is no longer of any interest. I'm who I am -- and there's no changing that. So by reveling in this joy of one of my all-time life-loves -- well, to hell with anyone that will mock my sentimentality.
It remains to be seen if I'll keep rushing out to find stage opportunities. Frankly, my creaky old body is wondering what the hell is going on. But I wouldn't be opposed to simply returning to the Roxy on an annual basis. Keeping my acting chops moving, adding some credits to my resume, enjoying the hell out of the people and community and doing something I loved and still love -- but not going crazy or taking away from that equally time-consuming mistress -- writing.
But rather than hem and haw over what this all means -- I'll just enjoy the fact that I've still got it. That I can still pull from my bag of tricks, and that the lure of a live audience is still as strong as it used to be.
The bottom line here: I'm still an actor and I always will be. Is it like a lapsed-Catholic? I was a lapsed-actor until a few weeks ago? Sure. Feel free to use this newly-coined phrase. You're welcome.
I hope to see you all in the audience for our second night of The Magnificent Ambersons. And with a great show and great performances, you can also catch a glimpse of an actor who has always had that special sparkle in his eyes and that joy in his soul -- he just forgot about it for a little bit.
Posted by klugula at 3/26/2016 08:15:00 AM
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
And, as always, I'll begin by taking a look back at 2015's list and see just how well I did. And I am keeping in mind that as I begin to pen this entry, there are still 20 days left in December, and thus 2015, so you never know! :)
Here's a link to that 2015 list: http://klugula.blogspot.com/2014/12/2015-to-do-list-extravaganza.html
But for everyone's benefit, I'll display the list and answer to each one of them individually.
Now...as is also the common case, I will make note of the other projects I completed/worked on in 2015, thus offering some rationalization as to why some of the above tasks were left undone.
* In addition to all of the drafts of Spider Eaters, I actually made it all the way through 8 total drafts, including several incarnations post-reading. That one saw a buttload of work in 2015! And as mentioned above, 3 contests have been entered!
* October saw my one year anniversary writing movie reviews and feature articles for Best Horror Movies.com (now Horror Freak News). Since my begin date, I've written over 100 pieces! That means a lot of movies watched and reviews penned! That's a lot of time writing! I also attended three film festivals where I covered some red carpet events and wrote a heckuva lot of reviews and met some awesome folks! So while not all of the tasks in the list were completed, I still wrote lots!
* I started work with a company (through the referral of my buddy Lisa) doing script-writing and editing for corporate videos. Basically, interviewers in the field gather information for clients by discussing shopping/eating/living habits of consumers. All of this info must be edited down into a digestible and entertaining 5-10 minute video which will later be used in training at the client's offices. Lots of info in a tiny little nutshell. So I write the voice-overs, assist in the overall look of the completed video and spend lots of time going through transcripts to find appropriate consumer feedback to fit the story of the video. So far, I've worked on 3 different projects! And it pays well too! Being paid to write... what a novelty!
* I've begun a new feature script (not far along) about a film critic (imagine that). No further details, but I think it could be promising!
So drum roll, please...
The official to-do list EXTRAVAGANZA for 2016!
1) SILVER SPOON script update. Basically another couple of drafts to get this into ship-shape before festival submissions -- including incorporating all notes from Ms. Jackson. Several steps, but one goal -- to call this COMPLETE!
2) SILVER SPOON to (at least) 5 festival/screenwriting competitions -- top priority: Filmquest, Screamfest, Shriekfest.
3) SPIDER EATERS to (at least) 3 festival/screenwriting competitions -- top priority: Screamfest, Shriekfest. Once this is done, I can basically call this project COMPLETE.
4) A GREAT YARD short film. Pre-pro/Production/Post-pro. Lots of steps, but again -- one goal.
5) A GREAT YARD short film to at least 5 film festivals -- top priority: Screamfest, Shriekfest, Filmquest
6) LINDSAY'S LOCKER -- feature script first draft (let's try this again)
7) HARSH CRITIC -- feature script first draft
8) FURNISH feature script -- reading prep (a couple of drafts more) and reading
9) FURNISH feature script -- post reading draft (s)
10) FURNISH feature script to (at least) 5 film festival/screenplay competitions -- top priority: Screamfest, Filmquest
11) THE FRENCH TOAST NINE feature script -- 1st (I expected to have this done before the end of the year 2015, but not looking probable) 2nd and 3rd drafts
12) THE FRENCH TOAST NINE feature script -- reading prep and reading
13) THE FRENCH TOAST NINE feature script -- 4th and 5th drafts (post reading)
14) SCRATCHER novel -- first draft (trying this one again)
15) HORROR LADIES OF THE '80s -- this series of articles for Horror Freak News MUST find completion -- probably w/ in the first month of the year!
16) Putting THE 53 ZOMBIE MOODS book project on the list once more -- with continued hope to see this project through!
17) Begin the flirtations with taking a possible look at sometime in the next year -- maybe thinking about kind of pursuing some acting scenarios again... how that goes, remains to be seen.
18) This is more of an "out there wish" rather than a task on a to-do list, but what the heck, it's my life and my list! MOVE INTO A HOUSE and leave behind community living once and for all!
19) Summer trip back home to SD. (It's been over 8 years).
20) THE FRENCH TOAST NINE feature script. I am putting it out there. I want to be into pre-production on my first feature by year's end. So there!
And there you have it, folks! My biggie To Do List Extravaganza for 2016! Lots of do-able tasks, and many more extreme wishes and tasks. But if you don't put it out there, you won't get anything, right?
So I'll check back on this monster list in about 52 weeks to see how far I've come. I must remember too, that I no longer have a day job -- so not completing many of these would be shameful! That's the spirit, Klug! :)
Hold me to 'em, friends!
Posted by klugula at 12/23/2015 12:10:00 PM
Since he first arrived on the scene, I can't get enough of him. And he's constantly shirtless -- okay, not constantly, but when he is, it's smelling salts-worthy. And even when he's fully clothed in his sleek vest and tie combos, you can still tell he's sporting that hot bod, just waiting to explode through those useless clothes!
I welcome Charlie into my overflowing Stew of Sin. And we'll make room over here next to me. Move aside, boys!
Posted by klugula at 12/23/2015 11:40:00 AM
Thursday, September 17, 2015
After today's events, I think a blog recounting the miracle meeting would be in order. Also, since I get such a thrill out of lists, let's make a new one!
It's a bucket list of sorts. And while I'm a celebrity/actor whore, and have an extensive autograph collection (I have no shame), there have to be certain stars who would truly make me short of breath, who would no doubt bring me close to tears and who could possibly -- make me wet my pants.
Well, today -- mark another of these luminaries off of my list.
I met Jane Badler at my day job today.
Don't know who that is? I wish you ill-will. Okay, not really. But you should educate yourself. She's an '80s diva like no other. If you don't know the mini-series/series V from back in the early '80s, again -- educate yourself. Meeting this love of my life today, got me to thinking. Who are the biggies? Who are "the ones"?
So here is my list of celebs who would make me pee -- in no particular order:
George A. Romero. I've met him multiple times, but following the first time, a defibrillator was almost required. He's my main man, and without a doubt, the celeb on this list who put me on a very specific direction in my life -- mentally and professionally. He's an inspiration and a motivator.
Madonna. She's been one of my girls for 30 years. Seriously, despite my waning gay fan-boy craziness for Madge, I would still certainly pee my pants if I met her. She still means the world to me.
Sigourney Weaver. I've loved her for a very long time, and next to Meryl -- she's prob my favorite actress. There are lots of fave actresses, but I think Sigourney holds a higher position in my heart -- therefore, she's on the "pee pants" list.
Meryl Streep. Duh.
Jane Badler. We can mark this one off my list, bitches! I can't stress enough the miracle of meeting this woman today. She was a bad-ass lizard alien in the '80s and she hypnotized me as a little kid. I absolutely adored her back in the day, and seeing her in the flesh (lizard or not) threw me into some sort of time-travel, nostalgic trance. And she was as gracious as could be -- even in light of my fan-boy weirdness. Of course, it helped that I have a personal connection to her through friend Jeffrey. He used her in his recent short film, and forwarded to her -- a blog I penned some 10 years ago, firmly establishing my geeky love for her.
Robert Englund. Freddy himself. I had a long love-affair with the Elm Street films. And like Madonna, that obsession has waned as I've aged, but there's no denying that meeting him would be an out-of-body experience.
The only other person I believe would be appropriate for this list? Nancy Thompson herself -- Heather Langenkamp. I loved her as a kid and of course, through the nostalgia that is middle age (really?) no horror heroine could hold a candle to her. Maybe scream queen goddess Jamie Lee Curtis, but if I'm pulling these names from deep within my heart, I think that Heather would have a leg up.
And that's the list which comes to mind. My bucket list of celeb meetings and the promise of peed-in-pants.
Am I missing anyone?
Posted by klugula at 9/17/2015 06:02:00 PM
Tuesday, July 07, 2015
I returned from a lengthy get-away for work and pleasure. The work (what work?) portion was spent in Salt Lake City for the second annual FilmQuest festival. It was a lovely experience, where I met tons of amazing people, saw some incredible films and made some awesome new friends.
But with one of the people I met -- there turned out to be a very odd and cool connection.
Chris Fitchett was there from Australia to promote and screen his latest picture, The Fear of Darkness (it's my last review to complete for the entire event -- it's on its way, I promise!).
I got to chat quite a bit with Chris -- one on one, and even sent off a script for him to read -- and if all goes well, he'll send it off to the many producers he has close ties to and my screenwriting career will be made. Easy, right? Well, bottom line, he's a nice guy and I'm glad I got to hang out with him.
The wacky part of our meeting, one day as we sat in the lounge -- just off the red carpet -- I brought up that I happened to be a fan of many Australian horror films -- particularly of the '80s.
The 1985 made-for-HBO film Fortress is one of my favorites. Chris worked with that production company -- I don't believe on that feature.
Razorback. He knows many of those folks, including Everette De Roche (screenwriter for that and Fortress).
Road Games. He was a close friend of director Richard Franklin (also director of the Elisabeth Shue/Terence Stamp vehicle; Link and Psycho II). Okay.
So I then brought up a feature from the late '70s which I recently reviewed and loved, Long Weekend. To which Chris replied, "Oh yes, the Colin Eggleston film." We then talked about a recent remake, and I brought up the fact that as I did my research for the review, (cuz I recognized the director's name) I discovered that Eggleston had directed a film in the mid-'80s which I fondly remember, but not with great detail. A film called Cassandra. This was one of those fun finds on the video store shelf for myself and my best bud, Eric. We would grab anything which sparked our fancy on the shelves -- eyeing the intriguing cover art and being fearless and completely un-jaded. We found a lot of favorites in this way, and it saddens me that this long-ago openness has all but vanished. The fact that I now am sent many films to review -- which I have no previous knowledge of -- sort of takes me back. Lots of clunkers, but lots of goodies too.
So as the conversation goes on, I advise him of this film, Cassandra. He lightly smiles and points to the laptop I am holding and says with his delicious Aussie accent, "Look up the IMDb page for Cassandra." Me being awfully dense half the time, I do so -- not sure what to expect.
I get to the page and ask him what I'm looking for. "Look at the writers."
I had already scrolled down to the main portion of the cast, so I moved back up to the top where the director/writers were listed.
There was his name as one of the film's screenwriters! My response as my jaw dropped and I looked over to him, "No way!"
His response? "Way."
Being the neurotic I am (I bring this ridiculous quality to the level of art), later that night I hemmed and hawed over the fact that it must have looked set up. The next day, I advised him of my pathetic mental problems. He laughed it off, and said, "I could tell it was a real reaction." Problem solved.
Anyway, it was a striking highlight of the event, and I hope I can stay in touch w/ Mr. Fitchett. He's good people. At the closing night party, we chatted a long time -- about film, about coming out (a family member of his is gay) and about life in general.
But the big point of this post (notice it's been 6 months since I've posted on my beloved klugulablog) is that back in the day, when Cassandra was released on video (it shows a date of 1987 -- so we can assume I saw the film in 1988 or so), I was 13-14 years old. I told Chris of an illustration I did after seeing the film, obviously inspired by the cover art and the film itself. I knew I still had it somewhere in a file. I promised I would send it to him once located. Within 1 minute of searching, I found it. Here it is. I figure I'll go ahead and send this entire link off to Chris, whereas before I was just going to send him the pic. Note the notebook edges of the paper. It's old and authentic, I tell you.
The bottom line is that I met some fantabulous folks at this event, among them, Chris. But it seems to be some sort of kismet that the conversation took this turn, and the Cassandra "connection" revealed. I've not seen the film since that sleep-over w/ friend Eric so many years ago, but it seems prime-time to seek it out for another viewing.
I'm also attaching a pic of the VHS cover art -- so you know where I'm coming from.
It's a weird world, isn't it? And I love it! :)
Posted by klugula at 7/07/2015 05:13:00 PM
Tuesday, January 06, 2015
July 28th, 2014. I embarked on one of the geekiest (and sexiest) projects of my writing life.
I was going to take my love of writing, my passion for horror films, my unhealthy obsession with the 80s and my constant, uncontrollable, almost adolescent boners for hunky horror actors -- and came up with this series of blogs.
I took 40 of my personal fave male hotties from horror films of that era and pitted them in a battle to the death (I changed it from the "Sudden Death" round to the "Sudden Erection" round -- at the last minute). Dozens of beautiful men have fallen, including many I would run over my own mother for -- for just a brief moment of passion with them...and many whom I never expected to be cut so quickly...and many for whom I personally cast my vote during these multiple months of wackiness.
And we made it here. Hundreds of votes from a small core of devotees, direct on-line contact w/ a great many of the hunks themselves...prodding them to get their fan-base to the polls, and many voting surprises.
Fourth runner up: Robert Rusler of A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 2: FREDDY'S REVENGE
Third runner up: Danny Hassel of A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 4: THE DREAM MASTER & A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 5: THE DREAM CHILD
Second runner up; Michael Biehn of ALIENS
First runner up: Jason Patric of THE LOST BOYS
With a total of 122 points from 38 ballots (on this final round).
SIX votes for first place
THIRTEEN votes for second place
EIGHT votes for third place
FIVE votes for fourth place
SIX votes for fifth place
And the winner: with 140 points!
NINETEEN votes for first place
FOUR votes for second place
FIVE votes for third place
FOUR votes for fourth place
SIX votes for fifth place
from horror projects -- THE STEPFATHER, AMERICAN GOTHIC and TALES FROM THE CRYPT: "Lover Come Hack to Me":
STEPHEN SHELLEN has officially obtained the title of THE ULTIMATE 80s HORROR HUNK!
And just a few final notes:
Several ballots were not counted, as the voting rules on this final battle were not followed. And you'll note -- there was no cooking of the books. My choice for the big winner did not come to be.
Danny Hassel had an early lead in this last battle of the top five, but once Shellen's people caught wind of the competition (the third day of voting), his margin just got bigger and bigger (ooh, kinky).
This project was a total hoot, and I want to thank all of the hunks for being so hunky, for the many hunks whom I was able to personally correspond and to my friends and co-workers who followed along for the majority of the voting-- and in some cases -- the entire process. Almost five months of brainstorming, writing and voting on a bunch of really hot horror actors.
I loved this process, which means -- you should stay tuned for something else in the very near future.
After five months plus, this project is over (with the exception of designing, processing and sending a certificate to the winner) and I will gladly put this boner to rest. And after this long, and this much blood rushing, I have one helluva headache. :)
Posted by klugula at 1/06/2015 09:02:00 PM