Madea Heads in the Right Direction

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Sweating at the Crossroads of Horror

Holy shit, it's muthafuckin' Bill ("I'm gonna have me some fun.") Duke.

Mac from Predator himself.  Tall.  Broad.  Jogging suit.  Cap on his bald head.  I've just come off the treadmill panting like a rabbit haulin' ass from Cujo and Duke is coming my way.  He gives me a nod.  I throw him one back, recognizing that he recognizes me recognizing him.

This is the way it is at the gym I've recently transferred to.  It's twenty times better than the one I joined in North Hollywood over a year ago.  The rates are better.  The equipment is tip-top.  For the last month and a half, I've been there regularly.  And each time I go in...there's guaranteed to be someone from the horror biz.

It began with the sighting of Coby Dick from Papa Roach.  Okay, so not really horror, but someone I recognized nonetheless.  Then a few genre directors, writers, actors:  Bousman, Green (actually, he just hopped over from Hollywood to train a day with me), someone involved in Midnight Meat Train, a few studio execs who specialize in fright fare, and plenty of others.  Some actors I can instantly pinpoint thanks to the wealth of nerd info moshing about in my cranium, others I recognize but can't place the film they were in (I'm still trying to I.D. one guy right now and it's killin' me).  Just the other day I ran into W. Earl Brown.  He was Gale Weathers' camera man in Scream.  Today, Bill Duke.  Weird.

This culmination of faces in horror under one roof - pumping iron rather than signing autographs at a convention - is Twilight Zone-esque.  A phenomenon I can only chalk up to the location.  The gym is positioned just at the base of the hills.  Plus it sorta straddles the line between the Valley and Hollywood, ideal for those going to and from work at the studios.

Speaking of gym and health - a friend recently forward a pic from 2003, I'd rather it was buried, but what the fuck, I'll share it to you for a laugh with a healthier version of me now who knows when to stay away from the donuts and breakfast burritos.  (And never you mind about the wedding ring on my finger.)

Ahem, on to other things...

Comic-Con is coming up!  Who's going?  What're you excited for?  Preparations have begun here at casa de Rotten.  Last year, it was the first time I spent five days at the ultimate fan fest.  It was definitely a learning process in terms of how to cover the con, schedule interviews, balance the partying with recognizing your time to call it a day and get some rest.  Last year was a burn, and by the end, I felt like a chewed up wad of Big League Chew spit out by an Joss Whedon-worshipping fan getting ready sing his lungs out in a "Buffy the Musical" event.  (That's right, Rileah, that jab was for you.)  Now I know what's coming and, hopefully, things will go smoother.

It's funny, all through my teens I bitched about how I could never go to Comic-Con.  In my hometown - Wallingford, Connecticut - I worked at two comic shops, the first being Collector's Castle, the other, Big Bob's Baseball Cards & Comics (owned by a large bastard who smelled so bad I gagged each time he stood within ten feet of me).  Even though I had worked at both locations on a purely voluntary basis (c'mon, I got free comics and Bettie Page trading cards 'n shit), year after year I would hope the boss would send me - and not my friend Jim - to the convention.  It would temper the sting of having to hear Jim's stories of what he saw, what he bought, which model kits I would go nuts over...  Because there was no such thing as the "internet" then, well, not as we know it.  No websites to deliver instantaneous coverage from the convention floor.  I had to live vicariously through my friends who went.

Now, it's a case of "you want it, you got it."  And I eagerly look forward to Comic-Con.

Recently, I was offered a chance to interview Corey Haim and, fingers crossed, I'll get the approval to do so.  It's related to Lost Boys: The Tribe and Haim will be one in a line of interviews for the film I've conducted.  I'm sorta treating the coverage like collecting baseball cards.  I've got the writer, Feldman, and just last week, the lead actress, Autumn Reeser, pocketed.  Haim would definitely be a coup.  Why the fuck not...

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Someone call Father Delaney...

'Cause I got flies in my house!

Everyone who knows me or has ever lived with me is fully aware of what a clean freak I am.  There's a healthy amount of bacteria destroyers in a cabinet beneath the sink - some are real flesh-eaters, others are more "green conscious."  Being someone who works from home, I find it hard to concentrate if something is not in its place or carries a certain level of dust.  I like my place spotless.

Needless to say, I'm irked by the presence of flies in my bathroom.  I'm not sure where they're coming from, but I'm having Amityville moments of walking in and seeing five or six scattered on the window buggin' the fuck out and trying to escape.  The strange thing is, they're easy to catch and kill.  I've pulled some wicked Mr. Miyagi moves and caught a few in my hand which leads me to believe they're young.  And if they're young, they must be freshly-hatched.  But from WHERE...?

Well, I'm off to clean knowing those nasty little bastards have touched everything in the bathroom.  Maybe I'll see Jody the Pig staring back at me in the window.

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Batman Ride Decapitates Teen

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Douchey McDouche of Douche-ville Phones In

I've seen some douchebag moves in my but this voicemail takes the cake.  Follow the link, let the audio load and read the preface.  What the F is wrong with people...

(Oh, and thanks to Steve Niles for bringing this to my attention.)

LISTEN NOW

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Feldman Interview Is Up

"How does this guy look exactly the same 20 years ago? It's weird." Corey Feldman is referring to his bandana-wearing, vampire-killing, on-screen Lost Boys counterpart Edgar Frog. Yet talking to the actor face-to-face, I want to express the same question about him. Because here he is, sitting before me, looking freshly hatched from some cryostasis tube. His visage as young as he appeared when I first spied him in Joel Schumacher's The Lost Boys shoving a generic comic book into the paws of young pup Sam Emerson (Corey Haim). Of course, now he's got the goatee and manicured complexion to age things up a bit.

All eyes are on us. Literally. Feldman and I are sitting in a conference room with at least fifteen crew members from the reality program The Two Coreys. There's the makeup girl, ennui settling over her face. The camera operators. The sound guy, attentive. The producers to my left, arms folded, eyes fixed on us. Someone's texting away in the corner. Outside of the door: Feldman's bodyguard, a bear waiting at the mouth of a den. He doesn't say hello. He's a nodder. ("Is it time for me to go in?" Nod.) And he wears a blue-ish jogging suit. (Is that standard issue bodyguard attire? I wonder.) The circus has gathered inside here - on the third floor of one of Warner Bros.' buildings adjacent to the lot - to record footage of us press folk interviewing Feldman about his return as Edgar Frog in Lost Boys: The Tribe, Warner Premiere's direct-to-DVD sequel arriving July 29th.

Read the full article HERE.

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Rotten on The Two Coreys

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Push for a Wide "Midnight Meat Train" Release!

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A Double-Barrelled Blog

Duck, sucka'!  I just posted two blog entries over at ShockTillYouDrop.com.  View 'em HERE.  Happy Friday the 13th!

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Wanted: London-based Journalist

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