The first day of the Fangoria Weekend of Horrors. Things went reasonably smooth. All the one-sheets, postcards, and banners came in from the printers in time and they all turned out pretty fucking slick. But with all the shit going down, I'd forgotten to make a new DVD of the trailer. The single most important thing and I'd blown it. I FedExed Mia the keys to my place, she made a copy of the movie, rushed it over to have a DVD made, then FedExed it, along with my keys, to New Jersey.
New Jersey. That's another story. It's impossible to drive anywhere without getting lost. But don't get me started.
Attendance was low, and many of the vendors were unhappy -- they had no one to sell their merchandise to -- but we were there to create awareness of the movie and to promote Denise as a new figure on the horror movie scene. So we networked and talked to the press (UPN, Showtime, Fangoria) and Denise and Cassandra smiled a lot, posed for pictures with the fans and signed lots of autographs. For us, we thought it went quite well.
John Landis (American Werewolf in London) came by. He almost walked right past the booth but I stopped him, sent him into a U-turn back to our booth so he could watch the trailer and pose for some pics. He seemed to like both the trailer and the ladies. How could he not?
They charmed everyone they met. Though some of the men were a bit intimidated, ultimately their curiosity would get the best of them and they'd come over. I think we gathered some new fans.
Who else did we meet? Russ Streiner and John Russo (Night of the Living Dead) both very cool cats, John Gulager (Feast, Project Greenlight) who was a very sweet guy, as was his dad Clu Gulager (Return of the Living Dead) and Michael Rooker (Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer) who was pretty damn cool as well. Not to mention porn star and record holder of the world's biggest gang bang, Jasmin St. Claire. Now that's hard to beat.