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Pillar Of Fire
Pillar of Fire
pillar of fire
To Horror, With Love
Pillar of Fire
To Horror With Love
Bill on NPR
There is no "other." There is only us. All possible evil - and all possible good - breathes beneath our flesh.
The lie that there are good people (us) and bad people (them) or worthy people (us) and unworthy people (them) is a poisonous one.
I have lied that lie. I have drunk that poison. You? Here's a bit of late-night conversation about such things with FilmCourage. It's tough to lie at 2am.
(Close lightbox and click 'Watch' at page bottom) Clip courtesy of FilmCourage.com
Pic courtesy of Adrian Corona's DISThe paperback I'm holding is my own. I found it in the woods when I was 14. Ray Bradbury saved my life.
The first words my young eyes read were "He came out of the earth, hating." So begins Ray's 1948 Pillar Of Fire. It's darker, more poetic, angrier than anything else he would ever write. It made me cry.
It's a solo performance - just me and the digital voices of my director, Ezra Buzzington. My whole heart is in it.
The show trailer is on this page (click 'Watch.') Read some reviews here. The Audible version is here. I tour the show as often as I can. Maybe I'll die onstage as William Lantry someday. Bury me with the book.
I had a fever dream; a grand and gothic library, high on a precipice. An old library-keeper invited me in. There was Amontillado. The moon rose. I feel in love.
When I woke up, I was lying on a stone floor, a skeleton key in my bony fist. And I knew the place was mine.
My podcast, Gothic Goodnight, is a bedtime show. Yes, I'll read to you sleep - but you must lie down. You must turn out the lights! Quiet now...
All of Season One is here. A personal fav (my Phantom of the Opera episode) is below. Close this lightbox and click 'Listen.' And please, do it in the dark.
If I were beautiful what the heck would I play? Soccer dads? Oh, I used to try. Until a kindly old casting director set me right. Our chat was thus:
"You are the soccer dad who will kill the team and eat them. You want to work? Go dark."
"With that face, you can't go dark enough."
She was my angel. Close this lightbox and click 'Watch' for my love letter to horror, and to you.
Clip: Phoenix FearCon 2020 Keynote Pic courtesy of Billy Pon's CIRCUS OF THE DEADI only trust the wounded. If a person pretends to be without broken places, I run. Refusing to be broken is a gateway drug to the true horror of arrogance.
My Criminal Minds make-up artist, Christopher Allen Nelson, shared my reverence for Lon Chaney (whose monsters bore the stamp of broken humanity, and vice versa.) When he said "Let's make this character an homage to Chaney," I nearly cried. My sympathies have always been with the monster.
(Close lightbox and click 'Watch' at page bottom) Clip courtesy of CBS-TV
Page photo by Spencer FilichiaWiser people than we used to cover the mirrors in a house where a dead body lay. Why?
I think you know. I think we all know. Mirrors show more than we wish to see. Mirrors see darkly. If they don't frighten us, we must not be looking.
Scenes with mirrors are always scenes about death, even when they pretend not to be. Mirrors don't lie. We uncover them at our own risk.
(Close lightbox and click 'Watch' at page bottom) Clip: Aaron Moorhead & Justin Benson's RESOLUTION
Page photo by Joaquin Montalvan"Nudus nudum Christum sequi" goes the old Francisan motto. To which I might add "Nudus nudum mortem sequi." After all, our glad rags won't survive our shroud.
I find body horror truly terrifying. I live in here! It's not much of a body, but Lord, I am loathe to cast it off. Because, I suppose, I am so physically "cadaverous" (I get that a lot) these scenes of intense cinematic suffering come my way with disturbing regularity. I rarely turn them down.
One can always use the rehearsal...
(Close lightbox and click 'Watch' at page bottom) Clip & image courtesy of Adrian Corona's DIS Extreme horror content; Viewer discretion advised.